| Pacey is putting fliers under car windshield wipers Andie: You know, I hate it when people plaster unsolicited material on private property. Pacey: You know what, McPhee? I really wish you weren't here right now. Andie: Ah, put the charm on hold for a second Pacey, I was just curious on what the occasions for. Pacey: It's my going away party. I'm dying of a heart stripe. Haven't you heard? Andie: Where's your sense of humor? Pacey: Oh, I have a sense of humor. In fact, I have a really good sense of humor. It's just that telling a girl that I'm dying so that she'll go out with me, that's just not funny. Andie: Why you would be interested in someone who's so mentally deficient that she would actually believe that she would actually believe there's such a thing as a heart stripe. *Pacey looks at her.* Andie: Okay, okay. I'm sorry. So really, what's the reason for your little clambake? Pacey: Are you mistaken for the impression that you're actually invited? Andie: Well it says 'Come one, come all' Pacey: No, you gotta read the fine print. It says 'Come one, come all except for spoiled, trust fund casualties from Rhode Island. Sorry. |
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| #202: Crossroads |
| Pacey is stringing up lights on the dock and Andie walks up decked out for the party in a bikini top and skirt. Andie: Hi. Pacey: Hi if it isn't Andie McPhee the rich girl in town. What happened? They cancel your polo match? Andie: Look, Pacey, if you want me to leave I will. Pacey: No, no, that's okay. Actually, you're the only person I recognize here, and I ask ya, how sad is that? Andie: Don't worry. Parties always take awhile to get going. Though you might have worked a DJ into your budget. Pacey: 'Kay. Can't say it hasn't been pleasant talking to you, but don't you think you should get out and mingle and meet some new people? Andie: Yeah, I probably should. But new people make me nervous. I never know what to say and then eventually I just clam up totally. Pacey: Are you joking? Because you haven't stopped talking since the moment I met you. Andie: Well, you don't make me nervous. You make me mad. Mad beats nervous. Pacey: 'Kay, why don't you just go mingle now? Yeah? Andie: You go mingle. Pacey: Okay. Andie: Okay....hey! You're in luck. Another varsity cheerleader/rocket scientist and she's checkin' you out. Pacey: She's looking at me? *Andie nods.* Pacey: You know, I haven't had a whole lot of luck with the senior cheerleaders this year. Andie: Luck has nothing to do with it. Some older women happen to like younger men. *Pacey kind of laughs.* Andie: So, go ahead. Go talk to her. What have you got to lose? Pacey: Oh, I don't know, dignity, humility, face... Andie: It's not like you had any of those in the first place. Pacey: You know what McPhee? I really wish I made you nervous. *She gives that 'I'm glad I'm ticking you off' smile* |
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