| #203: Alternative Lifestyles |
| * Andie comes in through the school doors and walks towards Pacey* Andie: Pacey, wait, I need your help. Pacey: Oh, God...here we go. Okay, Andie, I'm having a really mellow morning. I haven't had any car accidents, I haven't been diagnosed with any terminal defects, and I'd really just kind of like to keep a low pro so goodbye. Andie: Yeah, look, I'm sure there are a thousand dimwits with highlights and C-cups that you'd rather be talking to but you're the only person I know in Econ. so here's the deal. I left my backpack in my locker yesterday...can I borrow your notes over the reading? Pacey: I don't actually have any notes because I didn't do the reading. Don't give me the homework guilt trip, alright? That's what I have parents for. Andie: Did I say anything? I did not say anything. I'm just freaking out because what if Mr. Matick(?) calls on me in class? Pacey: Then you do what I always do, you say 'Pass.' Andie: Pacey, I don't say 'pass'. 'Pass' is not in my vocabulary. There's just, there's just no way. Pacey: Okay, settle down, it's just one homework assignment. It's not like you're flunking out of school. Andie: Yeah, I know that, but you get behind by one day, then you're always struggling to catch up. And then you just get more and more confused and then, next thing you know, you're out on the street, drunk and dirty wheeling a shopping cart. *Pacey leans down on his knees.* Pacey: Andie, you're rich. Rich people don't end up on the street, they end up in Florida. Andie: Mmm. *The bell rings* Pacey: Oh no, you're doomed! Andie: Come on! You've got to help me. I mean, do you know anybody that's in there? Do you know anybody that I could borrow notes from? *Cut to Econ. class* Teacher: And finally what is the difference between macroeconomics and microeconomics? Andie? Andie: Um...microeconomics is...microeconomics is when... *she glances over at a kid with his hand up* *quietly* Pass. Teacher: I'm sorry, what did you say? Andie: *louder* Pass. *Pacey gives her a thumbs up sign* |
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| *Cut to a coffee place.* Pacey: Dude, check out this Viper. Andie: Pacey, can you please put that down for one second? Is that possible? We are seriously over-budget by like $30,000. Pacey: I don't need the jacuzzi. As long as I get this Viper, everything will be alright. Andie: Pacey, you are a bus driver, and I am a salesclerk. We're not getting any Viper. Okay, I think the first decision that we should make should me where we're going to live. Since we have 3 kids, we should get a four-bedroom house. Pacey: Kids don't need their own rooms. You know, not everyone gets to grow up like you, very princess. Andie: I want a divorce. Pacey: Granted. We can split the cash, you can keep the kids, I'll take the car. Andie: That is so typical. Doesn't that sicken you that you're living up to the most common embase of all male stereotypes? You don't care about your wife and kids, no. All you care about is this overpriced piece of metal. Pacey: Hey it's got passenger side airbags. Look, I want a Viper. That's it. End of story. Andie: Okay, compromise. You'll get your Viper. If and only if we can find a buyable two-bedroom apartment. Pacey: And how are we supposed to do that? Andie: Well, Mr. Matick said we should do some research in the field so...let's go apartment scouting. |
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