Dawson's Creek s01e07 Episode Script

Dawson's Creek - Season 01 - Episode 06 "Detention" - What are you doing? - I don't get this movie.
We've watched it for 1 1 l2 hours.
I'd like to know what happens.
When movies get too unrealistic, it depresses me.
- I get a headache.
I can't watch.
- Unrealistic? - Dawson, your favorite movie is E.
T.
- So? An alien who eats Reese's Pieces and flies around on a bicycle? But the emotion's realistic.
This movie Come on! A girl has to decide between two guys, so they drag race? She agrees to go out with whoever has the fastest car? I hate to break it to you, but a fast car can be a real turn-on.
Why don't they arm-wrestle? Whoever has the biggest bicep wins? That would work.
- Give me the remote.
- No.
- Give it! - I don't want to watch it.
You're asking for it.
Give it to me! - Wait a minute! - Give it to me.
You are such a brat.
You know what? This movie really threatens you, doesn't it? Threatens me? Okay, enlighten me.
Because guys are attracted to girls for totally superficial reasons.
They are.
They like girls from New York with blond hair, pouty lips and bony arms and big boobs.
But it goes both ways, Dawson.
It goes both ways.
Jen does not have bony arms.
You can't stand the idea that if a girl is choosing between guys she might not choose the one who woos her with flowers and poems.
She might choose the guy with the faster car or the bigger bicep or the bigger joystick.
- Bigger joystick? - Yes.
First of all, girls are attracted to romance more than anything else.
Yeah.
Keep hope alive there.
I don't compete with other guys.
Like Pacey and me.
You don't see us running around arm-wrestling over some girl.
Well, as I said, you don't like to lose.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Pacey has bigger biceps.
He does not! Are you sure? Because I thought he did.
So let me get this straight.
If girls are so attracted to the romantic guys, then why won't Jen have sex with you? - Jen wants to have sex.
She just - She just hasn't gotten around to it.
Let's watch the movie, Joey.
Thought it was giving you a headache.
The shoguns in the Tokugawa era separated the church from the state and the Oku was where - Sorry I'm late, my car broke Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Hi.
- The Oku is where the shogun kept its harem.
It housed What? Whoa, 600? - Since the emperor was in Kyoto - I have a question.
Did you say that 600 chicks were all in service to just one dude? - I didn't say "chicks," but yes.
- Does this mean sexual service? Shh.
Shh.
Grant Yes.
Each night the shogun chose from hundreds of concubines.
- No way! That's intense! - Since the emperor was in Kyoto - Hello? Over here.
I'll take questions after the presentation.
Right.
Now, did these concubines did they have to doink the shogun? - Grant - Or could they say, "No dice"? - It was a privilege to be chosen - The shogun was like the school stud.
- Every chick wanted a piece of him? - They didn't want a "piece" of him.
- Sounds like they did to me.
- That's because you have a low IQ.
- They called him "Oompa Loompa.
" - Oompa Loompa? What's that? From Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? Little green midgets? - Hey, guys.
- Swear.
So, what's so funny? Nothing.
Nada.
Nein.
What's so funny? No, it's nothing, Dawson.
Forget about it.
Hey, Dawson, get pumped.
It's your favorite time of day, gym time! I think we're playing b-ball.
Remember that? It's the one that's got that hoop up in the air.
- I know how to play basketball, Pacey.
- Oh, I know you do, sport.
Just don't kick the ball, and don't hit it with a baseball bat.
- You dribble, like this - Okay, funny guy, see you in gym.
Roger, dodger.
- See you later, Jen.
- Bye, Pacey.
I have health with Mr.
Pickering now.
Just another person in Capeside who has some inexplicable grudge against me.
You look incredible today.
- Well, thank you.
- So, what were you guys laughing at? It was nothing, Dawson.
I don't even remember what it was.
Okay.
I'm really glad it's Friday.
School's making me so stir-crazy.
Let's do something wild this weekend, like river rafting or skydiving naked.
- We'll have fun.
- Okay.
Okay.
- I'll see you later.
- All right.
The cheerleaders are doing splits in the gymnasium.
How am I supposed to play ball with a distraction like that? - What were you and Jen laughing at? - Dude, you're fixated.
Move on.
Obviously you were talking trash.
- Hey, I don't talk trash, I recycle it.
- Whatever.
- Jen said you were talking about me.
- No, she didn't.
- She did? - Yeah.
Well, I guess that's cool.
- Oompa Loompa isn't the worst name.
- You told her people called me that? It's not such a big deal.
Someone was bound to tell her.
Hey, she thought it was cute.
She really did.
Dawson.
You're not a little Oompa Loompa anymore.
You're a big, bad, manly Oompa Loompa.
All right.
Peace, brother.
Tough guy.
Last night, your assignment was to read an article on euthanasia.
Who would like to comment on the article? Daniel! That doctors are supposed to heal, not to kill? Yes.
Besides being immoral, helping a patient take his or her own life is at odds with the prescribed role of a physician.
I disagree.
Miss Lindley I don't know how they run classrooms in New York City but here at Capeside, you raise your hand until called upon.
I'm sorry.
I just thought that this was a discussion.
- You disagree? - Yeah, I do.
If a doctor can help someone die with dignity, it's crazy to put them in jail.
"Die with dignity"? Isn't that just a euphemism for murder and suicide? No.
If someone has a terminal illness, if they're in terrible pain if it's just a matter of time Don't you think there comes a point when life is no longer worth living? Life is God's most precious gift.
It is his decision when we should go.
- Please - That's enough.
For someone lying on his deathbed, life is not a gift.
Life's a bitch! I'm sorry.
I'm just trying to say that for someone This is not Times Square, Miss Lindley.
We don't use that kind of language here.
You just bought yourself Saturday detention.
Anybody else? Fish sticks.
Hey! - Three ham loafs.
- Lumberjack, the line starts back there.
Look who it is.
I dug your report, Joey.
I got a lot out of it.
It was very stimulating.
- Yeah, well, you were a great help.
I especially liked it when you called me stupid.
I love it when chicks tease me.
It turns me on.
Just because you're on steroids, doesn't mean you can barge in line.
- People have been waiting.
It's rude.
- Did I butt in front of you? Yeah, you did.
Oh, guys! Fellas, we just butt in line.
God, I feel terrible, but you understand, don't you? It's kind of like your report.
Excuse me? We're like the shoguns.
And this school it's like our castle.
- Whatever we want, we get.
- Oh, really? You can either be my servant or my concubine.
So, what'll it be? Neither.
Hit the showers.
Let's go.
- Hey, Dawson, let's play one-on-one.
- Why? I'm on a roll with the ladies here.
You don't get any play when you're sitting on the bench.
Thanks for the sex tips, Casanova.
I'm hungry.
I want to eat.
It's only for a couple points.
I'll buy you lunch.
Well, let's not get crazy.
I'll buy you a fruit cup.
All right.
I'll buy you lunch, huh? You go first.
Come on, Dawson.
Where you going, huh? Right? Left? Huh? He shoots, he scores! The crowd goes wild! This kid's on fire! You're too kind.
Dawson, I'm really kicking your ass.
If you want to impress the cheerleaders, shoot free throws.
You can't leave, man, I need you.
You make me look good.
How do I do that? You suck worse than I do.
I'm kidding.
You can still beat me.
Miracles happen all the time.
Come on, pass me the ball, Oompa Loompa.
- What did you call me? - I said check it, Oompa Loompa.
Hey, ladies, I really love what you did with that last cheer.
What the hell?! Oh, shoot.
What happened? Are you hurt? - Are you all right? - Give him some room.
You poor thing.
What's gotten into you, Dawson? You cool off tomorrow in all-day detention.
It's entirely unjustified.
Neither one of us deserves to be here.
Well, I don't, but I kind of think you do.
You think I deserve to be here? Dawson, you hit Pacey in the face with a basketball.
- You broke his nose.
- I didn't break his nose.
Pacey's your best friend.
Ever since he lost his virginity, he's been copping this attitude.
I thought you had more control over your animal instincts.
I wish.
Sometimes I feel like they control me.
Like whenever I'm with you.
Come on.
Better go.
Don't want to be late.
What are you doing here? Oh, my God, Pacey.
Look at you.
- How's your nose? - It's broken, thanks.
- Oh, my God.
That must hurt.
- Hey! Sorry.
Sorry.
That really sucks.
Tell me about it.
So, what are you in detention for? - It's a long, long story.
- We've got eight hours.
This is gonna be fun.
The three of us sitting around doing nothing.
It's just like every other Saturday.
- It's just so punitive.
- That's what detention is.
Oh, my God.
That sounds like Abby Morgan.
- Well, who's Abby Morgan? - You've never met Abby Morgan? The girl's from hell.
Literally.
- You're turning me into a delinquent.
- It's about school policy, Abby.
I could be outside doing good things for the Capeside community like helping invalids or picking up litter, instead of wasting the day here.
Oh, great.
It's Howdy Doody time.
Sit down and think why you're here in Saturday detention in the first place.
I could be doing that at home.
You could put me under house arrest.
I could sit in my house all day and think about what a bad person I am.
Abby, shut up.
Hello, everyone, and welcome to Saturday detention.
Detention is not about fun and games.
Detention is about penance.
Sit down, Abby.
You're all required to stay here in the library till 5:00.
You should ask yourself, "What have I done to get detention? And what can I do to improve my behavior?" - Somebody's missing.
- It's me.
I'm here.
- Joey? - Oh, hey, everybody.
- Is this some sort of surprise party? - Yeah.
"Surprise! Break out the piòata.
" Sit down.
You're late.
As you know, I'm the school librarian.
I have some important work to do in the audio-visual room.
If for any reason I have to come out here and discipline you you will spend the day shelving books and sorting library cards.
So, are you down with the program? You're spending the rest of the day together, so get used to it.
After eight hours, you're gonna be like family.
Eight hours? We're gonna murder each other.
Well, just don't get any blood on the books.
And I mean that.
- Anybody want some gum? - Yeah, actually.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, right.
Oh, my God, Pacey, what did you do to your beak? Get into a car accident while picking your nose? No, actually.
This chump right over here he threw a basketball at my face.
Well, you should be thanking him.
Can't look any worse than it did before.
Is that why you're in here, Dawson? Attempted manslaughter? How about you? Get in trouble for damaging equipment with your face? He's not telling.
Must be embarrassing.
What did you do? Make up another story about sleeping with a teacher? No.
And it's none of your business.
Secrets drive me crazy.
Come on.
If you tell us, I'll give you gum.
Oh, you're so cool.
Well, keep your boring little secret.
How about you, Jen? What was your crime? I said "bitch" in class.
It's just Mr.
Pickering.
He's got this total small-town mentality.
So many people here do.
I'm sorry, Jen.
It must be so hard for you, putting up with us simpletons.
- That's not what I meant.
- Must be a real bitch for you.
Catfight.
Ladies, in your corners.
How about you, Joey? Why are you in here? Not that I'm surprised.
Incarceration does seem to run in your family.
- Go to hell.
- I think you're the bitch, Abby.
Okay, Miss Big Apple.
If you want to hang out with these black sheep don't let me stop you.
I slugged Grant Bodean.
You slugged Grant Bodean? - Is that why he left school early? - Yeah.
Oh, my God.
That is moronic, even for you.
I mean, Grant Bodean is, like, the king of the school and a total fox.
Why did they put me in here with all you violent offenders? - What did you do, Abby? - Yeah.
- Don't go there, Dawson.
- Oh, come on, Abby.
We told you.
- Yeah.
- Look, I don't want to blow your minds.
- Abby, we can handle this one.
- I don't think you can, Pinocchio.
Oh, really? Hit me with it.
Okay.
- Ever been to the boys' locker room? - Yeah.
You ever heard of a little drug called Ecstasy? You ever heard of an orgy? That's all I can tell you.
Suffice to say some people in this school aren't afraid of erotic pleasure.
But I don't kiss and tell.
That's all I can say.
Sorry.
Uh-huh.
- This is so Breakfast Club.
- Breakfast Club? The movie where the kids are stuck in detention all day.
At first they hate each other, and then they become good friends.
Oh, yeah.
That movie stunk.
Whatever happened to those actors? Anthony Michael Hall got some kind of weird thyroid condition.
Molly Ringwald lost her gawky ingénue appeal, and the rest are languishing somewhere in TV obscurity.
No way! Emilio Estevez, he was in those duck movies, remember? God, those were classics.
So funny.
What? My best friend in New York, her sister used to baby-sit for Ally Sheedy.
You know somebody who knows somebody who knows Ally Sheedy? Yeah, Jen.
You're just so glamorous.
We can't all be like you, Abby, having your gangbangs in the locker room.
Mrs.
Tringle? - Mrs.
Tringle! - Oh, come on.
You brought him here to break up Uncle Bo and Hope.
Mrs.
Tringle? Mrs.
Tringle? - What is it? - I have a bladder that's about to burst.
Could I please be excused to go use the bathroom? I'm surprised she's not following us into the stalls.
I may be reaching, but I think the four of you have some weird sexual tension deal going on.
Am I right? - I'm so bored.
- Really? Where's your Ecstasy, Abby? You and I can go down to the boys' locker room and If I had any, I wouldn't waste it on Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
You're not gonna let Rudolph join in any of your perverted reindeer games? Hey, now, there's an idea.
Games.
We should all play a game.
Really? What do you want to play? Pin the Tail on the Ho-bag? No.
We should play Truth or Dare.
Please? I'll be your best friend.
Okay.
I'll go first.
Dawson, you can ask me anything and I'll swear to tell the truth.
- Forget about it, Abby.
Come on, Dawson, isn't there anything you've ever wanted to ask me? Are you an alien, and what planet are you from? - No, and Earth.
Okay, my turn.
- Wait a minute! - No.
That was your question.
- That was a joke.
There are rules to this game, and your turn is over.
It's my turn.
And I want to ask Pacey.
Truth or dare, Pacey? All right, Abby.
Just remember, it's my turn next.
Oh, I'm so scared.
Truth or dare, Pacey? - Dare, truth, I don't care.
- Fine.
Truth.
Pacey, why are you in detention? Well, it's It's just You see Well, you I want a I want a dare.
- Oh, come on, Pacey, just tell us.
- Hey, I want a dare.
You are such a wuss.
Fine.
I dare you to kiss, on the lips for 1 0 seconds Jen! What? We're waiting.
- This is stupid.
- Nobody wants to play this game.
I do.
And, Pacey, you said dare.
You better do as she says.
All right.
Fine.
What do I care? Okay.
Joey.
Miss "You Better Do As She Says.
" - What'll it be, truth or dare? - No.
You said you were gonna Truth or dare? Truth.
Okay.
Who do you like? Who do I like? Yeah.
Simple question.
Who are you in love with? The truth.
Did I say truth? I meant dare.
You guys are such wimps.
Can't any of you handle the truth? I'll climb through the ventilation shafts.
I'll flash Mrs.
Tringle.
Perfect.
Then in keeping with our kissing theme Joey, I dare you to kiss, on the lips, for 1 5 seconds Dawson Leery.
- No way.
No.
- Pacey, grow up.
- No.
You have to do it, Joey.
- You did say you'd do anything.
Fine.
Dawson, come here.
Come on.
I'll keep the time.
Thirteen fourteen fifteen.
Okay.
So are we having fun yet? It's your turn, Joey.
Earth to dimwit.
- Come in, dimwit.
- Okay.
Jen truth or dare? Truth.
Okay.
Of all the guys at school, is Dawson the one you're most attracted to? - Do I like him the most? Yes.
- I didn't ask if you liked him the best.
I asked you if he's the one that you're most attracted to.
- What do you mean, "attracted to"? - She means, like, physically attracted.
Is he the guy you're hottest for? Or do you like his personality the best but you'd rather boink someone else? Someone like Pacey? - No! I like Dawson.
- Yeah, but do you lust for him? - It's a stupid question.
- Why is it a stupid question? - I don't have any problem with it.
- It's a stupid question, because It's a stupid question, because the answer is yes, all right? Obviously, the answer is yes.
I lust for Dawson.
I'm hot for him.
Are you happy, Joey? Maybe if you spent less time - Forget it.
- Come on, Jen, tell me.
I can handle it.
- What do you have to say? - Whose turn is it? If you dwelled less on me and Dawson, you might have a boyfriend.
Wouldn't that just be heaven on earth? To call one of these pigs my boyfriend.
To be some perky cheerleader who gets pumped and dumped by a jock.
Have sex with Grant Bodean.
Wouldn't that be great? Spoken like a true lesbian.
I wish I was.
I'm not dwelling on your relationship so just get over yourself.
Okay, I dare all of us.
To do what? To follow me.
It's time for a jailbreak.
You really do have a twisted little imagination, Sami.
You're the one who's twisted, Kate.
You knew that Uncle Bo would be protective of Billie and that it would cause problems between him and Hope.
You know the problem here? You're mistaking me - for someone as devious as you.
- How is this for devious? - We are totally gonna get caught.
- No, we're not.
Mrs.
Tringle is in there watching Days of Our Lives which means she's probably taped a whole week's worth of shows which means she's got about an hour and a half left which means we should have an hour of freedom.
What exactly are we doing out here anyway? I would like to propose that we play a new game.
This one's a fun-for-the-whole-family adventure called Guess My Butt.
Guess My Butt? - Now, that felt good.
- Pacey, time to pull up your pants.
All right.
And now we play Guess My Butt.
They all look the same.
If you look closely, there's subtle differences between all of them.
Well, this one's so perky and petite, it's got to be mine.
- And this one has got to be Pacey's.
- How do you know? - I can just tell.
- Because she's checked it out.
- Don't make me ill.
- Please.
She can't help herself.
I mean, come on.
My butt? It's like a magnet.
Chicks can't keep their eyes off it.
Stop, man.
You're pathetic.
Hey, you're just jealous.
Of you? Yeah, talk about delusions of grandeur.
This is so blatant.
That's why you threw the ball at my nose.
And it's why you've been acting like such a puke lately.
- Me? I've been acting like a puke? - Dawson, don't get into this.
You're jealous.
You're jealous of me because I'm a better athlete because I got a better sex life.
- Yeah, Pacey, you're a real Don Juan.
At least my nickname was never Oompa Loompa, all right? The sad reality is that you're not good at anything.
You are a total failure, and the laughingstock of the school.
- You guys, chill out.
- Can't we all just get along? I never knew what it did to a man's ego to lose a basketball game.
I didn't lose that game.
- You want a rematch? - I'll play you anytime, anywhere.
Why are you doing this? He's not getting off at my expense.
He has sex once and thinks he's Wilt Chamberlain.
- So that's what this is about? Sex? - No.
But I'm the one with the girlfriend, and he's giving me sex advice.
Hey, Dawson, what's up? You chickening out? Come on.
This is stupid.
You don't have to do this.
This should be interesting.
All right, Oompa Loompa, this is your moment of truth.
If I win, you gotta tell us why you're in detention.
Me, lose this? Please.
Stay off the crack, pal.
Come on.
Bring it.
Your shot.
Come on.
Pacey, you're supposed to get it in the net.
My dog plays basketball better than you two.
This is ridiculous.
Why do guys feel the need to compete over everything? Oh, yeah.
Us sisters never compete over anything.
Dawson, nice air ball.
Don't you think you should go get pompoms and cheer your man on? Oh, okay, Joey, I give up.
You win.
I keep trying to get you to like me, but there's nothing I can do.
- What do you mean? I like you.
- Come on, Joey, I'm not a fool.
All your little catty comments are not lost on me.
What did I do to you? All I've tried to do is be your friend.
Y'all can never be friends as long as you keep fighting over the same guy.
Joey, it's obvious you're in love with Dawson.
You're wrong.
I saw a kiss that could set the Atlantic Ocean on fire.
Don't tell me I'm wrong.
That kiss was intense.
You guys have a lot to talk about.
I'm parched.
I'm gonna get some water.
- You're losing, Pace.
- Let's go.
Am I too much for you? That's what I thought.
Joey, I know that this has got to be kind of Look, I don't want to talk about this, okay? - Not with you.
- I know.
It's okay.
I understand.
I do.
- Why do you have to be like this? - Like what? So nice.
God! It would be so much easier if you were just a total wench, that's all.
Well, I'm sorry.
I guess I could try and be more of a wench.
Guys, we gotta get back to the library right now! - No way! - Yes! That's not fair.
You cheated, man.
Seriously, if we don't get our Xeroxed butts back to the library in the next two minutes, we're doomed! Hey, ladies! Yo! Yo! Ladies, locker room's faster! Come on! This way! Hey, Mrs.
Tringle.
How's it hanging? Is there any reason I shouldn't give you all detention next Saturday? Yes, we were starving.
You can't keep us locked up here in this library with no food.
I mean, I am a member of Amnesty International.
So you went to the gym to what? Eat a basketball? No.
We didn't know what we were doing.
We were delirious.
- lf I hear one more peep out of you - Mrs.
T These cards need sorting.
You will spend the afternoon arranging the cards in alphabetical order and putting them back into that drawer.
If even one card is out of order at 5:00 you will all spend next Saturday with me here in detention.
So.
Are you hip to my lingo? Abby, are you gonna help or not? Oh, I can't.
I'm sorry.
I have carpal tunnel syndrome.
- Last one.
- Oh, thank God.
I never thought I'd hear myself say that.
Well - How are those cards coming? - Oh, good.
We just finished them, Mrs.
Tringle.
It's 4:30.
You should all be able to go home soon.
Mrs.
Tringle You have such pretty eyes.
Have you thought about wearing contacts? Abby, you don't have to flatter me.
You've served your time in detention.
Hopefully, you've learned something.
Excessive tardies will not be tolerated at Capeside.
- Excessive tardies? - What happened to the Ecstasy? - And the orgy in the boys' locker room? - I knew this from the beginning.
I saw through your whole "school slut" routine.
You are such a liar.
- Takes one to know one.
- Please.
Spare me.
You're nothing but a white-bread goody two-shoes with a potty mouth.
Oh, no! Pacey's on to me.
I can never show my face in public again.
Big deal.
I was just trying to make the day more interesting.
The question is, why are you in detention, Pacey? Yeah.
That was the deal, remember? If you lost the game, you had to tell us why you're here.
- That game was a sham.
- A deal's a deal.
- Come on, just tell us.
- Come on.
You know what? It's just not gonna happen.
Forget it, because Pacey can't fess up to anything.
- I am sick of you copping this attitude.
I want to trust you, Pacey.
You want to trust me? What, like I'm gonna steal your girlfriend? I wouldn't put it past you.
You'd do anything for sex.
That sucks, Dawson.
- Is that how you feel about me? - What am I supposed to think? - You kiss my girlfriend.
- It was a dare, Dawson.
- Thank you.
- You guys were into it.
I wasn't.
- No offense.
- None taken.
- That whole Oompa Loompa thing - For the love of God, Dawson! You've blown that thing out of proportion.
Maybe I have.
But you don't understand.
You don't get it.
Those two words, "Oompa Loompa," I hate those words.
Every insecurity I have about myself exists inside those words.
And when you call me that, it's like you're exposing me.
For not being Mr.
Varsity Athlete.
For not being sexually experienced.
Look, I'm a virgin, okay? I'm not some big sex stud like you.
Big sex stud? Please, tell me you're joking, Dawson.
Okay.
Do you want to know why I'm in here? You all have to swear that this never leaves this room.
- We swear.
- Cross my heart.
I swear.
Okay.
So yesterday after you totally busted up my nose with that basketball the cheerleaders were being really friendly towards me, and you know, bandaging up my nose and hugging me and stuff.
And I got a little excited.
Oh, no.
It gets worse.
I I went into the bathroom to relieve the tension, if you know what I mean.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.
And the coach came in and wanted to check up on my nose.
He saw a lot more than your nose, didn't he? Yeah, well, needless to say, that's why I'm here.
That's the most embarrassing story I've ever heard.
Thanks.
So do you think you can stop throwing basketballs at my face, Dawson? It's glaringly obvious that I'm no Don Juan about to steal your girlfriend.
I mean, at least you have a girlfriend.
I got nothing left.
You have your hand.
You're right.
I was taking my frustrations out on you.
I'm sorry.
I guess I'm just looking for a reason why What? A reason for what? Why you don't want me.
Wait.
Dawson I like you so much.
But it's not enough that you like me.
I want you to want me.
You're my godsend, Dawson.
And I don't think I even believe in God.
I mean, this school's not exactly welcoming me with open arms.
It feels like everybody here hates me, and I don't know why.
Because I'm from New York, or what, because I'm different? You know, sometimes it feels like my whole life here is just one great big detention that I can't escape but then I think about you.
And how I've met this great guy who's so romantic and so caring, and who I like and who I want so much.
Dawson, it's because of you that I get through the bad days.
And if you think that I want you to be some varsity sex stud, you're crazy.
I understand that you want to take things slow.
I do.
And I don't want to pressure you, Jen.
I don't want to be that guy.
I am human.
I have hormones.
You know If I said that I never thought about having sex with you, I'd be lying.
Because the thought crosses my mind about 1 000 times a day.
What, just 1 000? That's nothing.
Pacey, I've been a real jerk.
I'm really sorry about your nose, about everything else.
I'm sorry I called you Oompa Loompa.
It shouldn't come as a surprise seeing as I'm such a screwup.
You're not a screwup.
Yeah, I am a screwup.
And everybody here knows it.
But, Dawson you're my best friend, man.
And I don't want to screw that up.
You know, when did everyone become so obsessed with sex? And now you too, Dawson.
If you're worried that everyone's more experienced than you, rest easy.
You have one friend who will go to her grave a virgin.
- Joey, it's just a matter of time.
- Before what? Before I start bedding down with every guy with a fast car and big biceps? Before you find the right person.
I have.
- Joey? - Sorry.
I don't know what's going on.
I have all these feelings, these weird feelings and I don't know how to say it, and I can't say it.
I mean, we've We've known each other for so long, and you know everything about me.
Everything.
And I can't even say this.
I can't.
And I just feel really Ionely.
- Joey, you're not alone.
- Yes, I am.
- I'm here for you.
I was here for you in the sixth grade.
I'm here for you now.
Nothing you can say is gonna change that.
Nothing.
Maybe if you would just say these things, then they'll be out in the open.
Your feelings won't be as strong.
I want you to be free.
I can't.
I can't.
Because if I say these things, I can't ever take them back.
It'll change everything, and I can't do that.
I can't.
Well, everyone, congratulations.
You've done your time.
You can go home now.
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