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Transcript Page 2*Time lapse.*Dawson: This is so Breakfast Club. Jen: Breakfast Club? Dawson: Yeah that John Hughes movie where the five kids are stuck in detention all day. Joey: Yeah at first they hate each other and then they become really, really good friends. Jen: Oh yeah that movie stunk. Whatever happened to those actors? Dawson: Anthony Michael Hall developed some weird thyroid condition, Molly Ringwald lost her gauky enjenu appeal, and the rest are laguishing somewhere in tv obscurity. Pacey: No way! Emilio Estevez! He was in those Duck movies, remember? God, those were classics, so funny.... *Everybody gives him a look.* Pacey: What? *timelapse* Jen: You know my best friend in New York, her older sister used to babysit Ally Sheedy. Joey: Ohh, you mean you know somebody who knows somebody who knows Ally Sheedy? Abby: Yeah, Jen, you're just so glamorous. Jen: Oh, well, we can't all be like you Abby and have ecstacy gang-bangs on the floor of the locker room. Abby: Mrs. Tringle! Mrs. Tringle! Jen: Oh come on! *CUT TO Mrs. Tringle watching TV and then back to Abby.* Mrs. Tringle: What is it? Abby: I do have a bladder and it's about to burst. Can I please be excused to go use the bathroom? *CUT TO the group heading towards the rest rooms.* Abby: I'm surprised she isn't following us into the stalls. *CUT TO Dawson and Pacey in the guy's restroom.* *CUT TO Abby putting on lipstick in the girl's restroom.* Abby: I may be reaching but I think you guy's have some weird sexual tension thing going on. Am I right? *The toilets' flush.* *timelapse - back in library.* Abby: I'm so bored. Pacey: Well where's your ecstasy Abby? You and I can just go on down to the boy's locker room and you know. Abby: I don't have any left and if I did I wouldn't waste it on Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Pacey: What? You're not going to let Rudolph join in any of your perverted reindeer games? Abby: Hey now there's an idea, games. We could all play a game. Pacey: Really? What do you want to play? Pin the tail on the ho-bag, huh? Abby: We should play truth or dare. Please? I'll be your best friend. Okay, I'll go first. Dawson. You can ask me anything. I'll tell the truth. Dawson: Forget about it, Abby. Abby: Come on, Dawson. Isn't there anything you've ever wanted to ask me? Dawson: Yeah are you really an alien and what planet are you from? Abby: No and Earth. Okay, my turn. Dawson: Wait a minute. Abby: No, that was your question. Dawson: That wasn't a question that was a joke. Abby: Look there are rules to this game and your turn is over now it's my turn. Okay....Pacey! Truth or dare Pacey? Pacey: Alright Abby. Just remember, I'm next. Abby: Oh, I'm so scared, truth or dare Pacey? Pacey: Dare...truth...I don't care. Abby: Okay, truth. Pacey, why are you in detention? Pacey: Well, uh, it's just, uh, I want a dare. Joey: Oh come on Pacey, just tell us. Pacey: Hey. I want a dare. Abby: You are such a wuss. Fine, dare. I dare you to kiss on the lips for 10 seconds...Jen! Dawson: What? Abby: We're waiting. Pacey: This is stupid. Jen: Yeah nobody wants to play this game anyways. Joey: I do. And Pacey said dare, better do what she says. Pacey: Fine. What do I care? *They kiss* Pacey: Okay, Joey, Miss "you better do what she says". What'll it be truth or dare? Joey: No, you said-- Pacey: Ah-ha-ha-ha. Truth or dare? Joey: Truth. Pacey: Okay. Who do you like? Joey: Who do I like? Pacey: Very simple. Who are you in love with? The truth. Joey: Did I say truth? I meant dare. Abby: You guys are such wimps. Can't any of you handle the truth? Joey: I'll do anything. I'll climb through the ventilation chaps or I'll go flash Mrs. Tringle. Pacey: Okay, perfect. Then in keeping with our kissing theme, Joey I dare you to kiss on the lips for 15 seconds, Dawson Leery. Joey: No. No way. Dawson: Pacey grow up! Abby: No, you have to do it, Joey. Pacey: You did say you'd do anything. Joey: Fine. Dawson, c'mere. Pacey: Go on. Abby: I'll keep the time. *They kiss.* Abby: 13...14...15. *They stop.* Abby: So are we having fun yet? Your turn. Earth to dimwit. Come in, dimwit. Joey: Okay, Jen. Truth or dare? Jen: Truth. Joey: Out of all the guys at Capeside, is Dawson the one you're most attracted to? Jen: Is Dawson the one I like the best? Of course. Joey: No, I didn't ask you if he was the one you liked the best I asked if he was the one you're the most attracted to. Jen: What do you mean attracted to? Dawson: She means attracted. Physically attracted. Joey: Is he the guy you're hottest for? I mean, when you look at Dawson do you want to just jump his bones? Or is it that you like his personality the best but in terms of lust you'd rather boink somebody else like Pacey. Jen: No, I like Dawson. Joey: Yeah, but do you lust for him? Jen: That's a stupid question. Dawson: Why is it a stupid question? Pacey: I'm totally okay with this question. Jen: It's stupid because....it's stupid because...the answer is yes, obviously. I lust for Dawson. I'm hot for Dawson. Maybe if you spent less time...forget it. Joey: What? Come on, Jen, tell me, I can handle it. What do you have to say? Jen: Maybe if you spent less time dwelling on me and Dawson you might have a boyfriend of your own. Joey: Oh yeah, wouldn't that just be heaven on earth. To call one of these pigs at Capeside my boyfriend and be some perky cheerleader who gets pumped and dumped by the school jocks. Yeah, have sex with Grant Bodine on the locker room floor. Wouldn't that be great? Abby: Just like a true lesbian (don't know if this phrase is right) Joey: Yeah I wish I was a lesbian. And Jen I'm not dwelling on your relationship with Dawson so just get over yourself. Dawson: Okay, I dare all of us. Pacey: To do what? Dawson: To follow me, it's time for a jail break. *They walk out and pass the doorway where Mrs. Tringle is watching soaps.* Abby: We're totally gonna get caught. Jen: Nope, we're not. Mrs. Tringle is in there watching Days of Our Lives which means she probably taped a week's worth of episodes which means she has an hour and a half left to go so we should have an hour of freedom. Joey: What exactly are we doing out here anyway? Jen: Well I suggest we play a new game. This one is a friendly, fun for the whole family, adventure called Guess My Butt. Abby: Guess My Butt? *CUT TO Pacey sitting on a copier making a copy of his naked butt.* Pacey: That felt good. Jen: Okay, Pacey it's time to pull up your pants now. Okay, now it's time to play guess my butt. Abby: They all look the same. Jen: No, if you look closely they have subtle differences. Abby: This one is so perky and petite. It's got to be mine. Jen: And this one has got to be Pacey's! Dawson: How do you know? Jen: I can just tell. Pacey: Duh cause she's checked it out. Dawson: Don't make me ill. Pacey: Oh please, she can't help herself. My butt, really, it's like a magnet, chicks they just can't keep their eyes off. *The girls laugh.* Dawson: Stop man, you're pathetic. Pacey: You're just jealous? Dawson: Of you? This is Pacey: Dawson, this is so blatant. That's why you threw the basketball at my nose and that's why you've been acting like such a puke. Dawson: Me? I've been acting like a puke? Jen: Dawson, don't get upset. Pacey: Hey, you're just jealous of me. You're jealous of me because I'm a better athlete. You're jealous of me because I've got a better sex life. Dawson: Yeah, Pacey, you're a real Don Juan. Pacey: At least my nickname was never Oompa Loompa. Dawson: The reality of it Pacey is that you're not good at anything. You are a total failure not to mention the laughing stock of the entire school. Jen: Come on guys, stop. Abby: Can't we all just get along? Pacey: You know, I never knew what it did to a man's ego to lose a basketball game. Dawson: I didn't lose that game. Pacey: Do you want a rematch? Dawson: I'll wup you anytime, anywhere. *CUT TO gymnasium.* Jen: Why are you doing this? Dawson: I'm not going to let him toss his rocks off (?) at my expense. The guy has sex one time and he thinks he's Will Chambers. Jen: That's what it's about? Sex? Dawson: No. But you know it is a little humiliating. I'm the one with the girlfriend and he's giving me sex tips. Jen: Dawson this is stupid, you don't have to do this. *Joey and Abby are walking on the bleachers.* Joey: Hmm, this should be interesting. Pacey: Alright, Oompa Loompa. This is your moment of truth. Dawson: If I win you have to tell us all why you're in detention. Pacey: Me? Lose this? Come on, stay off the crack, pal. Come on. *They start playing.* Abby: Pacey you're supposed to get it in the net. My dog plays basketball better than you two. Jen: This is ridiculous. I mean, why do guys feel the need to compete over everything? Abby: Oh yeah, us sisters never compete over anything. Dawson, nice airball. Joey: Don't you think you should go get some pom-pons Jen? Cheer your man on. Jen: Alright Joey, I give up, you win. I keep trying to get you to like me but there's nothing I can do is there? Joey: What do you mean? Whatever. I like you. Jen: Come on, Joey, I'm not a fool. All your little catty comments are not lost on me. I mean, what did I ever do to you? All I've ever done is try to be your friend. Abby: You all can never be friends as long as you keep fighting over the same guy. Joey, it's obvious you're in love with Dawson. Joey: You're wrong. Abby: I saw a kiss that could set the atlantic ocean on fire. Don't tell me I'm wrong about these things. That kiss was intense. Well, I can see you guys have a lot to talk about. I'm parched. I'm going to get some water. Jen: Joey I know this has got to be kind of-- Joey: Look, I don't want to talk about it. With you. Jen: I know. It's okay. I understand. Joey: Why do you have to be like this? Jen: Like what? Joey: So nice. God. It would be so much easier if you were just a total wench, that's all. Jen: Well, I guess I could try to be more of a wench. *Joey gives her a look.* *CUT TO Abby looking up at a clock.* Abby: Guys! We've got to get back to the library right now! Pacey: No way. *Dawson makes a basket* Dawson: Yes! Pacey: That's not fair! Abby: Guys, seriously, if we don't get our xeroxed butts back to the library in the next two minutes we're doomed! Pacey: Girls, yo, locker room's quicker. *They run down the halls and see Mrs. Tringle waiting for them.* Pacey: Hey Mrs. Tringle. How's in hangin'? *CUT TO library.* Librarian: Is there any reason why I shouldn't give you all detention next Saturday? Abby: Yes. We were starving. Mrs. Tringle you can't keep us locked up here in this library with no food. I am a member of Amnesty International. Librarian: So you went to the gym to what? Eat a basketball? Abby: No. We didn't know what we were doing. We were delirious. Librarian: Abby if I hear one more peep out of you... Abby: Mrs.-- *Pacey covers her mouth.* Librarian: These cards need sorting. *SHe dumps them out.* Librarian: You will spend the rest of the afternoon arranging the cards alphabetically. If even one card is out of order you all will spend next Saturday here with me in detention. Are you hip to my lingo? *She leaves and Pacey, Jen, Joey, and Dawson start picking up the cards.* Dawson: Abby are you going to help or not? Abby: Oh, I can't. I have carpal tunnel syndrome. *time lapse. Joey hands Pacey her cards and Pacey takes them to Dawson.* Dawson: Ohh. Last one. Jen: Thank God. *Mrs. Tringle walks in.* Librarian: How are those cards coming? Abby: Oh, good. We have them finished Mrs. Tringle. Librarian: It's 4:30. You should all be able to go home soon. Abby: Mrs. Tringle. Oh you have such pretty eyes. Have you ever thought about contacts? Librarian: Abby, you don't have to flatter me. You've served your time in detention. Hopefully you've learned something. Excessive tardies will not be tolerated here at Capeside. *She leaves.* Dawson: Excessive tardies? Joey: What happened to the ecstasy Abby? Jen: And the orgy on the floor of the boy's locker room? Pacey: I knew this from the very beginning. I saw through your school slut routine. You're a liar. Abby: Takes one to know one. Pacey: Oh, please. Spare me. You're nothing but a white-bred, country club goody-two-shoes with a bad case of potty mouth. Abby: Oh no. Pacey's onto me. I can never show my face in public again. Big deal. I was just trying to make the day more interesting. The question is why are you in detention? Dawson: Yeah, that was the deal remember? If you lost the game you'd have to tell us why you are in detention. Pacey: That game was a sham. Dawson: A deal's a deal. Jen and Joey: Come on, Pacey. Pacey: You know what? It's just not going to happen okay? Dawson: Can't expect Pacey to 'fess up to anything. Pacey: I am so sick and tired of you copping this attitude with me. Dawson: I want to trust you, Pacey. Pacey: You want to trust me? Like I'm going to steal your girlfriend or something. Dawson: I wouldn't put it past you. You'd do anything for sex. Pacey: That sucks, Dawson. Is that the way you feel about me? Dawson: What am I supposed to think? You kissed my girlfriend! Jen: It was a dare! Pacey: Thank you. Dawson: You guys were totally into it. Jen: Well, I wasn't. No offense. Pacey: None taken. Dawson: That whole Oompa-Loompa thing. Pacey: Oh, for the love of God, Dawson. You've blown that thing way out of proportion. Dawson: Maybe I have, alright? But you don't understand. You don't get it. Those two words, Oompa Loompa. I HATE those words. It's like every insecurity I have about myself exists inside those two words. And when you call me that it's like you're exposing me for not being Mr. Varsity Athlete. For not being sexually experienced. I'm a virgin alright? I'm not some sex stud like you. Pacey: Sex stud? Please tell me you're joking Dawson. Okay, do you want to know why I'm in here? Dawson: Yeah. Pacey: You all have to swear that this never leaves this room. Joey: I swear. Jen: Cross my heart. *Pacey points at Abby.* Abby: I swear. *then when pacey turns away she crosses her fingers.* Pacey: Okay. Yesterday, after you totally busted up my nose with that basketball, the cheerleaders were being really friendly towards me. Bandaging up my nose, and hugging me and stuff. I got a little excited. Joey: Oh no. Pacey: I went in the bathroom to, uh, relieve the tension. Abby: Oh my God... Pacey: Yeah and the coach came in and wanted to check up on my nose... Abby: He saw a lot more than just your nose, didn't he? Pacey: Yeah, well, needless to say that's why I'm here. Abby: That's the most embarressing story I've ever heard. Pacey: Thanks. So do you think you can stop throwing basketballs at my face now, Dawson? I think it's glaringly obvious that I'm not going to steal your girlfriend. I mean, at least you have a girlfriend. I've got nothing left. Abby: You have your hand. Dawson: You're right. I've been taking my frustrations out on you. I guess I'm just looking for a reason why.... Jen: What? Why what? Dawson: Why you don't want me. Jen: Hey Dawson. I like you. Dawson: Yeah but it's not enough that you like me. I want you to want me. Jen: You're like a God to me Dawson, and I don't even believe in God. I mean, this school hasn't exactly welcomed me with open arms. It seems like everybody here hates me and I don't know why. If it's because I'm from New York, or because I'm different. It seems like my life here is just one big detention that I can't escape, but then, I think about you. And about how I've met a guy who's so romantic, and so caring, and who I like, and who I want so much. Dawson it's because of you that I get through the bad days. And if you think I want you to be some big, varsity sex stud then you're crazy. Dawson: I understand that you want to take things slow, I do. And I don't want to rush you. I don't want to be that guy. But I'm human, I have hormones. And to say that I've never thought about having sex with you, I'd be lying. The thought crosses my mind. About a thousand times a day. Jen: Well just a thousand? That's nothing. Dawson: Pacey, I've been a real jerk. I'm really sorry about your nose, man. Pacey: I'm sorry I called you Oompa Loompa, man. It shouldn't come as much of as surprise. Considering I'm such a screw-up. Dawson: You're not a screw-up. Pacey: Yeah, I am a screw-up and everybody knows it. *Abby nods.* Pacey: But Dawson, you're my best friend, man. I don't want to screw that up. Joey: You know when did everyone because so obsessed with sex? Now, you too, Dawson. If you're worried that everyone's more experienced than you, you can rest easy because you still have one friend who will probably go to her grave a virgin. Dawson: Joey it's just a matter of time. Joey: Until what? My brain short circuits and I start bedding down with every guy with a fast car and big biceps? Dawson: Before you find the right person. Joey: I have. Dawson: Joey? Joey: I'm sorry Dawson. I don't know what's going on. I have all these feelings. These weird feelings. And I don't know how to say it and I can't say it. I mean, you know everything about me, everything. And I still can't say this. I can't. And I just feel really lonely. Dawson: You're not alone. Joey: Yes I am. Dawson: Jo, I'm here for you now, okay? Nothing you can say is going to change that. Maybe if you just say these things then they'll be out in the open and your feelings won't be as strong anymore. Like you could be free. Joey: I can't. I can't. If I say these things, I can't ever take them back. It'll change everything and I can't do that. I can't. Librarian: Well, everyone, congratulations. You've done your time. You can go home now. *They all just sit there.*
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