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Transcript Page 1*Dawson's room at night. Joey and Dawson lay face down on his bed watching ET. *Joey: *imitating E.T.* I'll be right here. I love this movie. This won the Oscar didn't it? *Dawson turns off the movie and switches it to the local news, which his mom co-anchors for.* Dawson: Ghandi. Spielberg was robbed. This was before he outgrew his Peter Pan syndrome. Joey: But Ghandi? I mean why give an Oscar to a movie you can't even sit through? Dawson: Thank you. *Joey watches the TV as she gets up to put on her shoes. * Joey: New do? Dawson: Yeah. She likes big hair. Joey: Must weigh a lot. How does she walk upright? *Dawson laughs then notices Joey putting on her shoes. * Dawson: Where are you going? Joey: Home. Dawson: Spend the night. Joey: I can't. Dawson: Come on you always spend the night. Joey: Not tonight. Dawson: Why not? Joey: I just don't think it's a good idea for me to sleep over anymore, you know? *Dawson sits up and puts the remote control on his desk. * Dawson: No, I don't know. C'mon, You've been sleeping over since you were seven. It's Saturday night. Joey: Things change Dawson. Evolve. Dawson: What are you talking about? Joey: Sleeping in the same bed was fine when we were kids, but we're fifteen now. Dawson: Yeah. Joey: We start high school Monday? Dawson: Yeah. Joey: And I have breasts! Dawson: What?! Joey: And you have genitalia! Dawson: I've always had genitalia. Joey: But there's more of it. *Dawson is embarrassed.* Dawson: How do you know? Joey: Long fingers. I gotta go. Dawson: Whoa Jo, don't hit and run. C'mon, explain yourself. Joey: I just think our emerging hormones are destined to alter our relationship and I'm trying to limit the fallout. *Dawson gets up off the bed with his arms crossed, smiling. * Dawson: Your emerging hormones aren't developing a thang for me, are they? Joey: A thang? Joey: No, I'm not getting a thang 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 thang for you. Dawson: So what's the problem? Joey: We're changing and we have to adjust or else the male/female thing will get in the way. *Dawson sits back down on the bed. * Dawson: What's with this When Harry met 80's crap. It doesn't apply to us, we transcend it. Joey: And how do we do that? Dawson: By going to sleep. I'm tired. Joey: That's avoidance. Dawson: No, it's proof. Proof that we can still remain friends, despite any mounting sexual theoretics. Joey: I don't think it works that way Dawson. Dawson: Come on, don't get female on me Joey. I don't want to have to start calling you Josephine. Joey: Josephine this! *She leaps onto the bed and attacks him with punches. They tickle and punch each other until Dawson has the upper hand. * Joey: Okay, I give. I give. Dawson: We're friends okay? No matter how much body hair we acquire? Deal? Joey: Deal. Dawson: All right. And we don't ever talk about this again, deal? Joey: You got it. Dawson: Okay, cool. Joey: Cool. *Dawson and Joey each climb under the covers. * Dawson: Goodnight Joey. Joey: Goodnight Dawson. *Dawson stares up at the ceiling* Dawson: Why'd you have to bring this up anyway? *Dawson's Creek Theme* *Dock outside Dawson's house. Joey is laying in a lawn chair.* Joey: Ahhhhhhhh!! *The "sea creature" takes Joey into the water and then Dawson walks out with a video camera.* Dawson: No! Cut, cut, cut. Pacey, three counts you gotta wait before you come up, come on! *Pacey is in the sea creature costume. Joey starts climbing out of the water.* Joey: God, Pacey! *Pacey takes off the sea creature's costume head.* Pacey: What was that all about? Dawson: Joey.Pacey, C'mon. You go before she's established on the dock, it's not scary. *Joey gets a towel.* Joey: You did it again, you grabbed my ass. Pacey: Like you even have one. Dawson: Guys, were way behind schedule, all right. We got two weeks, I'm not going to make the festival. Joey: I'm not playing the victim. Dawson: Hello, some cooperation. Pacey: Hey, it's Meryl Streep's fault okay, I'm doing my best. Joey: Bite me. *Just then, a taxi pulls up with Jen. Joey doesn't notice first off but Dawson and Pacey do.* Pacey: Well, my mouth drops. *Pacey, Dawson, and Joey head towards the girl. Joey is a little behind.* Jen: Hi there. Pacey: Hi, Pacey. Nice to meet you. Jen: Hi. Dawson: Hi, I'm Daw- - Jen: You're Dawson. Dawson, yeah I know. We've met before. I'm Jen. Dawson: Oh, the granddaughter from New York, okay. Jen: That's right Dawson: Wow, you look different. Joey: Puberty. I'm Joey. I live down the creek and we've never met ever. Dawson: So, Jen are you just visiting? Jen: Oh yeah, my grandfather's aorta collapsed and they had to replace it with this plastic tube, so my parents sent me to help for a while. Dawson: So you'll be going to school here then? Jen: Uh yeah, tenth grade. Pacey: Cool, us too. Dawson: Yeah. Jen: Oh good, um look my Grams is waiting. I should go. But it was really nice to meet you guys and I'll see you in school. Dawson: If not sooner. *Pacey laughs.* Joey: *imitating Dawson* If not sooner. Pacey: Nice. *Pacey and Dawson start walking towards Dawson's house.* Pacey: You think she's a virgin? Wanna nail her? Dawson: We just met! Pacey: And a wasted moment it was. I mean greater men would be nailing right now, you know what I mean? Dawson: Tact, look it up. *Dawson and Pacey walk in on Dawson's parents on the coffee table.* Dawson: Oh God. Mom! Mr. Leery: Oh, hi son. *He dumps Mrs. Leery on the floor. * Mr. Leery: Your mother and I were... Mrs. Leery: Uh, just discussing whether or not... Mr. Leery: We needed a new coffee table. Mr. Leery: Hi Pacey. Pacey: Hi Mr. Leery. Mrs. Leery. Mrs. Leery: Hi Pacey. Oh don't look so red Dawson. It could be worse. *Dawson looks away.* Pacey: You know what Mrs. Leery? I really do love that new hairdo. Mrs. Leery: Oh. Thank you Pacey. Mr. Leery: I thought you had to work. Dawson: We ran late. Mrs. Leery: I should get going. Okay Mr. Man-meat, I'll see you later. Dawson: Mom. Ah! *CUT TO: the creek, Joey is rowing up towards her house and is stopped by Bodie, her sister's boyfriend.* Bodie: Just the victim I'm looking for. Joey: No, Bodie. Not again. Bodie: But I'm being tested on this one. Here have a taste. Joey: Orgasmic. Where's Bess? *Bessie walks out* Bessie: If you want to wear my things, fine. They're fairly useless to me now. But that means you put them back where you found them. Got it? Joey: Got it. Bessie: I am way too pregnant to be digging underneath your bed. Joey: So stay out of my room, got it? *She walks away.* Bessie: I'm going to knock her silly, I swear it. Bodie: Here, taste this. Bessie: Hmmm Orgasmic. Bodie: Awww. *CUT TO: video store. Dawson is helping someone.* Dawson: Thank you. *The customer leaves as Pacey walks in from the back of the store.* 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. *Nellie walks up* Nellie: Does Forrest Gump go in the comedy or drama section? Pacey: How many times are you going to ask that? Dawson: It goes in the drama section. Nellie: Thank you Dawson. *She walks away to put the video in its place.* Pacey: Can you say wet brain? *Nellie whips around.* Nellie: I'm sorry what did you say? Did you toss a negative, disparaging remark my way? Because if you did, and correct me if I'm wrong, I'd like to remind you who you are. Pacey: I know, I know. Your dad owns the place. Nellie: No, I'm talking about in the huge, rotating world of life. Pacey: And who am I Nellie? Nellie: Nobody. That's the point. You're not there, you don't even exist. Because if you did, I might have to respond to your pathetic little under the breath one-liners. But instead I take comfort knowing you're vapor. Phoo, Phoo! *She waves her arms around in the air* Nellie: Non-existent, nothing. *An attractive older woman in a very short dress walks through the door. The boys stare at her as she approaches them.* Pacey: Oh my God, look at her! Dawson: Have some respect man, she's somebody's mother. Pacey: I have it on pretty good authority that mother's have excellent sex lives, alright. *She reaches the boys.* Dawson: Good afternoon, can we help you? Tamara: Yes you can. This is my first time here and I'd like to rent a video. Pacey: Excellent. You just fill this out and shoot us over a credit card. Pacey: Thanks. You're new in town, because I haven't seen you in here before. Tamara: Yes, I am. My name's Tamara, what's yours? Pacey: Pacey, nice to meet you. Tamara: Well here you go Pacey. Pacey: Thanks. Um, do you think I could help you locate a video this afternoon? Tamara: Maybe. I'm in the mood for romance. Pacey: Um, we keep the new releases against the - - Tamara: Oh no, I'm vintage. All the way. Pacey: The classics are in the - - Tamara: Where would I find The Graduate? *Dawson leans out from the video stacks in the back.* Pacey: The Graduate is the one - - Tamara: Where the older woman, Anne Bancroft, seduces the younger man, Dustin Hoffman? Pacey: I'll check in the - - *Dawson walks up to the counter, video in hand.* Dawson: It's right here. Is there anything else I can help you with? Tamara: Oh no, that should do it. How much? Dawson: Pay when you return. *She turns to leave.* Dawson: Don't forget your credit card. Pacey: Ah, right here. Dawson: Enjoy the film. Tamara: I will. It was nice to meet you Pacey. Pacey: Oh yeah. Dawson: Wipe the drool dude. Pacey: She was flirting with me! Dawson: She was laughing at you. Pacey: No, she wanted me! Dawson: She wanted Dustin Hoffman. Pacey: I - - *CUT TO: Dawson heading to his house, but he catches sight of Jen on the dock and walks over to her.* Dawson: Hey. How's your granddad? Jen: Well, he's breathing. Good sign. It's my Grandma that presents a challenge. She has this praying mentality, which is really awkward, since I don't do that whole God thing. *She notices the videos.* Jen: Whatcha got here? Let me see.Creature from the Black Lagoon, Humanoids from the Deep, Swamp Thing? Dawson: It's research. I'm making a movie. Jen: Really? Kinda young to be so ambitious. Dawson: Fifteen. Spielburg started on a eight millimeter when he was thirteen. Jen: Why movies? What's the attraction there? Dawson: I reject reality. Jen: Oh! Dawson: Would you like to see my studio? *CUT TO: Dawson's room. Dawson and Jen appear and enter Dawson's room.* Jen: Hmmm. Long shot here... ahhh...Spielberg fan? Dawson: Pretty much worship the man in a God-like way, yeah. Jen: How revealing. Dawson: I have his career chronicled up on my wall. If you notice, everything is arranged in receding box office order. Starting with the blockbusters: Jurassic Park, ET, Jaws, Indiana Jones and if you follow it to my critically acclaimed wall... *He walks over to his closet doors and set's the videos on his desk.* Dawson: I have Schindler's List and The Color Purple. Oh, and for humility purposes I also keep his others. *Dawson opens his closet doors to reveal two posters. Jen laughs.* Dawson: 1941 and Always. In limited but excessible view. 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. 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: Wit. We like that around here. *CUT TO: Joey climbing Dawson's ladder but she stops when she hears voices. CUT BACK TO: Jen and Dawson.* Jen: You are very smooth. *Dawson is sitting on his bed.* Dawson: In all seriousness, the Boston Film Critics have a program for junior filmmakers. Deadlines in two months. We're really under the gun. Grams: (off camera) Jennifer! *Jen looks out to her house.* Jen: I better go. I don't want her to erupt. Dawson: I'll see you at school. Jen: Bye. Dawson: Bye. *Knowing that Jen is gone, Joey climbs through the window.* Dawson: Joey! Hey where you been? Come on, sit down. Watch this. *Dawson turns on a video of mom's newscast.* Mrs. Leery: (on-screen) 772-5982. Back to you, Bob. Dawson: Do you think my mom's sleeping with her co-anchor? Joey: Where did that come from? Dawson: Watch. *He rewinds the tape and plays it again.* Dawson: Something about her B's. They're too soft. Back to you Bob. Joey: Your reaching. I mean why would your mom be sleeping with her co- anchor. Your dad's the perfect male specimen. Dawson: I don't know, but I think they are. Joey: Your just looking for conflict. Everything's a potential script to you. Accept your perfect life Dawson. It's reality.
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