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*Cut to Andie and Pacey studying.*
Andie: After you've read through the chapter once, you want to go back and highlight any of the passages that seem important enough to be given on any given standardized test.
Pacey: Well how do you know what's important? If it's not important, why would you write it down? Who's job is it, who's right is it, to decide what passages are important enough to deserve the attention of a flourescent yellow felt tip marker?
Andie: You're giving me a headache. I need a break.
*She sits down on her bed. The phone rings.*
Andie: Hello? Yes, this is Andie. What? Uh, oh my God, um, please don't call the police. Uh, I can be there in 5 minutes, okay? Just give me five minutes.
Pacey: Andie, what's wrong?
Andie: It's my mother. She's at Molly's Market again.
Pacey: Again?

*Cut to the market.*
Andie: Hi.
Employee: I didn't call the cops because I think you and your brother are really nice and I really do feel sorry for you, but this is the third time.
Andie: I know.
Employee: But if you can't keep her out of here..
Andie: I know, I know. Thank you.
Employee: I hope I don't have to tell you. This is really bad for business.
Mrs Mcphee: My husband really takes care of things. You should call my husband. He takes care of things, you know?
Andie: Let's go home, Mom.
Mrs Mcphee: I can't. I'm sorry, honey. I can't go home. I'm sorry honey.
Andie: Please? Let's just go home now...
Mrs Mcphee: No, I can't.
Andie: Mom, stop it. Please.
Mrs Mcphee: It's all over! It's all gone.
*Pacey walks up.*
Pacey: Hey Mrs. McPhee. Remember me? Pacey?
Mrs Mcphee: Pacey...
Pacey: Yeah, it's me. What are you doing here? Picking up some groceries?
Mrs Mcphee: I don't know..I don't know.
Pacey: Don't worry about it. Just help me pick out a couple things...um...hey! They got marshmellows. It's a food group all in its own.
Mrs Mcphee: You don't want that. I have some turkey and roast beef in the fridge.
Pacey: You know, that sounds to me like a triple-decker club sandwich. Will you make me a sandwich, Mrs. McPhee?
Mrs Mcphee: Yes, I can make you a sandwich, Pacey.
Pacey: Excellent. You, Mrs. McPhee, are my savior. C'mon.
*They walk out of the store*

*Cut to Pacey and Andie.*
Pacey: She went out like a light, huh?
Andie: Yeah, she goes way up and then crash(?)
Pacey: Are you going to be alright, Andie? I'm worried about you.
Andie: Look at you. Taking care of my mom, then saving me. Don't you see? You just proved yourself wrong, Pacey. You can be anything you want. What you did for me tonight was nothing short of spectacular. I'm proud of you.
*Andie leans in slowly, placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Pacey chuckles slightly*
Andie: What's so funny?
Pacey: I'm not really used to hearing those words. I'm proud of you. At least, not when they're directed at me. C'mon.
Andie: Where are we going?
Pacey: Upstairs, to your bedroom.
Andie: Oh really, what did you have in mind?
Pacey: What do you think?
Andie: Pacey!
Pacey: I've still got three chapters to read.