| #205: Full Moon Rising |
| *Cut to Andie walking into the video store where Pacey is watching a porno.* Pacey: Well, if it isn't Little Miss McPhee. Andie: I'm just here to get a video, Pacey. Pacey: Can I help you? Andie: Don't bother.. I can help myself. Why don't you just go back to your....Debbie Does Dallas? Pacey: It's, uh, Jacuzzi Floozies, actually. You ever notice how the most interesting part of a porn movie is the title? Think about it. You got The Sperminator, Romancing the Bone, Little Oral Annie... Andie: I don't know why they bother being clever. I mean, they're all the same to me. They should have the same title: Women Pacey Will Never Do. Pacey: Ouch. You know, McPhee, we really should just bite the bullet. Andie: Meaning? Pacey: All this verbal sparring we're doing is getting a little dangerous so we should just go out on a date before somebody gets hurt. Andie: Forget it. Pacey: Come on. You know you want to. Andie: Well, maybe if I was asked politely. Pacey: Okay. Andie�would you like to go on a date with me tonight? Andie: Okay. Pacey: *sarcastically* Well, don't sound too enthused. Andie: I'll try to restrain myself. So where are we going? Pacey: Uh, how about the movies? That way we don't have to talk to each other too much, less chance of punches being thrown. Andie: Good idea. Pacey: Great. I'll pick you up at 7:30. You live on Windsor, right? Andie: *panicked* Um, I'll meet you there. Pacey: No, it's okay. It's a date. I can pick you up. Andie: Okay, well, how about we meet at the Icehouse? I mean, neutral ground. Pacey: Andie, it's fine. Your house is on my way. Andie: Well, maybe we shouldn't do this. Pacey: Come on, Andie. Don't wuss out on me now. Andie: *hesitant* Well, okay. Um, 7:30. See you there. Don't be late. Pacey: *looks confused, then smiles* Cool. *Cut to Andie outside the video store smiling.* *Cut to Andie's house. Andie walks in.* Pacey: Hey, you're here. Andie: Hi. What are you doing here? Pacey: Listen, I'm sorry. I kind of got confused where I was supposed to pick you up. But don't worry. Your mom's being real cool about it. Andie: Okay, good. Let's just go. Pacey: Actually, I kind of told your mom that we'd stay for dinner. Andie: Okay, well, w-we'll just sneak out. They'll never miss us. Pacey: Um, don't you think we should tell her first? She said she'd be right down. Andie: Look, you have no right to be here, okay? You were not invited. My family is none of your business. And what's with my mother? What did you say to her? Pacey: Slow down a bit. What's the problem here? Andie: What did she say to you? Pacey: Nothing. Okay? She just invited me into this Norman Rockwell painting, better known as your home, and politely invited me to dinner. It seems like unlike her spoiled, rich society girl of a daughter, I'm actually worthy in her eyes of meeting the Country Club father and the Ivy League brother. Andie: Okay, look, let's just go them. Pacey: No. We're not leaving, okay? That's rude. Andie: Please, Pacey, please. Pacey: What? Are you so ashamed of me you don't even want me to meet your own brother? Andie: No. Just...not now, okay? Pacey: Andie? Andie! Andie: What? Pacey: What's the problem? Andie: Tim died. He's dead, okay! Page 2 |
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