100: Pilot
Dawson: Your emerging hormones aren't developing a thang for me, are they?
Joey: A thing?
Touches her forehead sarcastically like she has to think about it.
Joey: No, I'm not getting a thing for you Dawson. I've known you too long. I've seen you           burp, barf, pick your nose, scratch your butt. I don't think I'm getting a thing for you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Joey: You did it again, you grabbed my ass.
Pacey: (waving it off) Like you even have one.
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Pacey: Hey, it's Meryl Streep's fault okay, I'm doing my best.
Joey: (glaring at him) Bite me.
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Pacey: So, if your dad's Mr. Man-meat, does that make you Mr. Man-meat Jr. or Mr.
            Man-meat the second?
Dawson: They're going to have to drag the creek to find your body, Pacey.
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Jen: Are you familiar with obsessive reality disorder?
Dawson: It's beyond that. See I believe that all of the mysteries of the Universe, all of
               life's questions, can be found in a Spielberg movie.
               (He sees Jen's doubtful expression) It's a theory I've been working on. See,
                whenever I have a problem all I have to do is look to the right Spielberg film
                and the answers revealed.
Jen: Have you considered a twelve-step program?
Dawson: (laughing) Wit. We like that around here.
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Jen: Are you and Dawson (laughs nervously) a thing?
Joey: (shrugging it off) No, were just friends.
Jen: Like were going to be, I hope. (pause) You know, my Grams warned me about you.
       She said you're severely troubled.
Joey: Well, no offense but your Gram's is cracked.
Jen: Why does she rag on you?
Joey: Pick a topic. There's my dad, the imprisoned convict or my sister impregnated by her
         black boyfriend.
Jen: Your father's in prison?
Joey: (kinda proudly) Conspiracy to traffic marijuana in excess of ten thousand pounds.
Jen: Wow, so then um where's your mother?
Joey: (looking away) Oh, she had this cancer thing. It got her.
Jen: So then you live with your sister?
Joey: And the black boyfriend. (pause) He likes you, you know.
Jen: (confused) Who the black boyfriend?
Joey: (interrupting) Dawson. Don't abuse his feelings.
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Pacey: What?! I actually have the possibility of losing my virginity in a high level fantasy
          fashion.
Dawson: (stopping at a water fountain) Pacey, go home. Walk your dog. It's not going to
              happen.
Pacey: Not tonight! That's not the plan, man. I just want to familiarize her with the gaze,
          the smile, the charming features, you know.
Dawson: Don't do this to yourself!
Pacey: Look, it is a fact that a large percentage of older women are attracted to young boys
          on the verge of manhood. It keeps them feeling young. I read that in Cosmopolitan.
Dawson: What are you doing reading Cosmopolitan?
Pacey: Look, I have three menstrually diverse sisters, Cosmo is my savior.
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Jen: (hands on hips) Ah, you know I am trying really hard to keep my rebellious nature in
       check. (pauses to think) I'll tell you what Grams. I'll go to church when you say the    
       word penis.
Grams: (startled) You stop that talk!
Jen: It's just a word Grams. Clinical and technical. Penis.
Pause on Grams flustered expression. Jen goes over to her and gives her a hug.
Jen: Grams, I really love you, but you have to lighten up. (kisses her on the cheek)
      I'll see you later.
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Dawson: I'm outta here.
Mr. Leery: (staring at the TV) Have fun. Play safe.
Dawson: (pointing) The condom chat is premature.
Mr. Leery: It's never too early.
Dawson: What is up with the sex?! That's all anybody thinks of anymore. Sex, sex, sex!!
              I mean, what is the big deal?
Mr. Leery: Sex is a very big part of who we are as human beings.
Dawson: Does that mean we have to go hump the coffee table? (pauses) If sex is so important then how come Spielberg never has had a sex scene in one of his movies, hmm?
              He keeps it in it's proper place in film as should we in life.
Doorbell rings.
Dawson: I'll be home early.
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Joey: I can't sleep over anymore. And we can't talk to each other like we used to,
        there's just some things we *can't* say.
Dawson: No that's just not true, Joey I can you tell you anything.
Joey: Yeah? How often do you walk your dog, huh?
Dawson: What?!
Joey: You know what I mean. What time of day, how many times a week?
Dawson looks away, uncomfortable. Joey watches as his embarrassment grows.
Her face falls.
Dawson: (softly) Goodnight.
Joey pauses then turns for the window. She looks back once.
Joey: See ya Dawson.
Dawson: (almost to himself) See ya Joey.
She leaves. Dawson, angry at himself, gets up and sighs in frustration.
Joey hurries down the ladder.
Joey unties the boat as quickly as she can. The camera closes in on her face.
Dawson: (off camera) Joey!
She looks up, her face streaked with tears.
Dawson: (at window) Usually in the morning with Katie Couric.
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