Emotions in Motion (Pilot)

On first seeing Jen: Pacey: Well, my mouth drops. About Jen: 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.

Dirty Dancing (Dance)

Dawson and Joey are filming a scene in Dawson's movie. Pacey and Jen are on the pier together. Pacey: (as Steven) Don't worry. I'll help you find your cousin. Jen: (as Penelope) That's so sweet of you. I can never thank you, I know. Pacey leans over and kisses Jen. After a few seconds, Jen tries to pull away but Pacey won't let her. The kiss goes on and on. Dawson: Whoaaa. Cut. Cut. Pacey, what the hell are you doing! Pacey: I'm kissing, what does it look like? Dawson: Snorkeling! It's not the way it's scripted. (to Jen) Are you okay? Jen: Yeah I'm fine. Joey: It's just a kiss, Dawson. Pacey: And you know what? Honestly, I think we should have another. Yeah?

Carnal Knowledge (Discovery)

About Pacey: Dawson: Pacey talks a lot like he's got all of this experience. It's a lot of bluster. Jen: You know, someone once said the more a person talks about it the worse they are at it. About Jen: Dawson: This is not about sex, Pacey it's about romance. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? Pacey: Yeah, I do. Dawson: No you don't because what I was going to say before this "The World According to Pacey" speech is this has nothing to do with the stupid "in" or even getting Jen in the sack. It has to do with one thing. Pacey: The fact that you are scared. Face it, Dawson, the Jen Lindley you have built up in your mind does not entirely exist, okay? In your movies, she can be whatever you want, but in real life, the scripts got thrown out.

Look Who's Talking (Baby)

About Pacey: Jen: Ok, Listen. There is this really weird Pacey rumor going around school. Have you heard about this? Dawson: No. What? That he finally handed in a homework assignment in on time? Jen: Not exactly, And its not just about Pacey. It also involves Ms. Jacobs. Dawson: What about them? Jen: Well let's just say that for a student and teacher, They have an exceptionally close relationship. So close, Its considered illegal in about 35 states.

The Breakfast Club (Detention)

Pacey: We called him Oompa Loompa. Jen: Oompa Loompa? What's that? Pacey: You don't know what an Oompa Loompa is? Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? The little green men that used to stir the chocolate? (Jen starts laughing.) Pacey: I swear. Jen: So what are you in detention for? Pacey: It's, uh, it's a long story. Dawson: We got 8 hours. Jen: Oh, it's gonna be so much fun. The three of us sitting around doing nothing. It's just like every other Saturday.

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. 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.

Friday the 13th (The Scare)

Pacey: I'm not joking. The killer collects hearts. Okay? They don't talk about that on the news because its a little morbid. But its true. Jen: Its sad. I mean the guy is only looking for love.

Pretty Woman (Beauty Contest)

Pacey: It looks like Prince Charming's found the owner of that glass slipper. Jen: If you have a point I wish you'd get to it. Pacey: C'mon Jen. I mean it's pretty obvious your missing the undivided attention of our friend Dawson. Maybe feeling a little dumper's remorse? Jen: You're way off, alright? Pacey: Tell me is it the possibility of losing him to someone else that suddenly makes him seem so attractive? Jen: You really think that I am that shallow, huh? Pacey: No. I think you're that human.

Crossroads

Jen: Hey? Pacey: Hey. Jen: What are you bumming about? Pacey: Nothing. I got a bad case of the Molly Ringwald's today. Jen: Let's see, um, in Breakfast Club she gets a detention... in Pretty in Pink she gets dumped before prom... in Sixteen Candles everybody forgets about her birthday... {Pacey nods.) Is that it? Is today your birthday? Pacey: The big 1-6. Whoopee. Jen: Happy Birthday, Pace. Pacey: Thank you. It's not so much that my family forgot me. They never make a big deal of this anyhow. But Dawson always made up something. He'd always plan some crazy outing for my birthday. We're supposed to be on a roadtrip to Maine right now, but that's obviously not going to happen. Jen: Let me take a stab at it. Joey and Dawson are so caught up in their budding romantic entanglement that they've forgotten all about your birthday. Pacey: I should be happy for them. I mean, I am happy for them. Jen: Me too. Pacey: No you're not. Jen: I know. (They laugh) Jen: You know, I've never been one to pass up a chance at some good ol' fashioned self pity but why don't you give yourself a break? I mean, today's your birthday. Celebrate. It could be good. Remember in Sixteen Candles, how it turned out. Molly Ringwald got the hottest guy in school. Could be you. Pacey: Yeaaah, cake, party hats, balloons, rock on! Jen: No, I'm serious. Look, so Joey and Dawson forgot all about you. So forget about them. In fact, I think they've forgotten about all of us recently. So c'mon. Live it up. Go out. Have a good time. Meet some new people. Pacey: You know what? You're absolutely right. I mean, I'm sick and tired of being Dawson Leery's sidekick. I'm going to get my own storyline. Jen: There you go.

None of the Above

Jen: Gee, not to sound like the only typical HS student here, but... apparently as the only typical HS student here, what's the harm in peeking? Pacey: Peeking? I could have us a detailed crib sheet in half an hour! Dawson: Whoever stole the test needs to give it back. Jen: Well, wasn't it already stolen, Dawson? Pacey: I love the way that this girl thinks. Andie: Doesn't it bother anyone what this says about our group's level of integrity? Pacey: I think I speak for our group when I respond with a hearty "No!" Jen: I'm starting to feel like some sort of psychologically abused lab rat.

Escape From Witch Island

	Pacey: (to Joey and Dawson, as they exit) Have fun, kids! (to Jen) Now doesn't that just warm your heart? Kevin and Winnie taking those first tentative steps back to the Wonder Years. Jen: Actually it just makes me really glad that you and I had the forethought never to hook up. Pacey: Amen, Sister Christian! Jen: Why is that, do you think? Pacey: Well, if you look at the clinical research you'll find that the smart ass side kick? He never gets the girl. Jen: Oooh. Pacey: No, the reason there was never a you and me, Lindley, is becaue you and me, we don't need anything from each other. Jen: I'm sorry, I left my decoder ring back in the cereal box. Pacey: You see, you, as the girl whose wanton ways had her banished to the boonies, you needed the affection of the unblemished small town pure heart to validate you in your oh-so-vulnerable time. Right? Jen: Yeah. Pacey: Me, as the perennial black sheep of the Witter brood, well, I guess I just needed the love and affection of a woman whose drive and devotion would so shame me to the core that it would force me to get in touch with, uh, I don't know, shall we call it, my inner achiever. You and me, we're different. We're on a level playing field. Jen: God, and I thought that Dawson was good at deconstruction.
	Jen: Pacey, check this out: "Has that wicked crush got you down? Do you stare at him for hours without getting so much as a glance in return? Do you ever call and hang up, or rifle through his garbarge? Has the thought of disfiguring his girlfriend ever crossed your mind? Stalk no more ladies, for this handy dandy incancation will turn the object of all your sugary affections into a love sick puppy dog." Pacey: Dream on, Lindley. Jeb: What, you don't think it'll work? Pacey: Well, not to be a naysayer... No, actually, to be a naysayer. My belief in the power of spells is somewhere up there with my belief in the validity of sea monkeys. Jen: I'm gonna try it. Pacey: Really? On whom? Jen: You. Pacey: Me? Jen: Who better? You're not attracted to me in the slightest. Pacey: Not the least. Jen: Ouch. Pacey: No, no, no, I didn't mean it like that. You are certainly quite the little uber vixen, and I am nothing if not fond of you, but you're just not my type. Jen: Right back atcha, man. Pacey: I... I'm... brooding, and comely! Jen: I'm sure you score way high on some girls' cute-o-meter, Pacey. Just not mine. Pacey: I'm a better catch than Ty the bible beater, or that.. that skirt chasing neaderthal Chris Wolfe! Jen: This coming from the guy whose past two relationships have ended with the girl either leaving town to avoid prosecution, or cool out in in crazy camp for the summer. Pacey: Ouch.
	Jen: With lights low and feet on the floor, chant these words to make him yours. (chanting) (she drinks) Jen: Your turn. Pacey: Excuse me? I'm sorry, it, it sounded like you said something about me consuming that god awful muck. Jen: It says right here that both myself and the object of my affection must ingest of the potion in order for the spell to work. Pacey: No, no, no, no, no. Jen: Please? Pretty, pretty, pretty please? You don't have to swallow the branches, I promise. Pacey: Fine. Fine. But Lindley, payback is gonna be a bitch. (he drnks) Jen: How do you feel? Pacey: Oh. Less than fresh. Wendy: What's going on in here? Jen: Just a coulple of crazy kids practicing a little bit of black magic. Jen: I wonder if Pacey loves me yet? Jen: Have you guys seen Pacey? Joey: Not since he went in search of the perfect tree.
	Jen: So you feel anything yet? Pacey: Feel what, exactly? Jen: The spell. Pacey: Yeah. Yeah, I am actually starting to feel something. I think I'm starting to feel a little lost. That's what it is. Lost. Jen: Yeah, I know. Pace, I gotta say, the idea of a wholesome, bibilically themed meal this evening with Grams isn't sounding too gosh darn unappealing. I'd even consider saying grace. But instead, I'm traipsing around some haunted forest with the likes of you. Pacey: Why am I always the bad guy, huh? Do I always deserve this? I don't think so. What is it about me that inspires such vitriolic diatribes? Take Andie for example. She goes away for the summer, and sleeps with a mental patient. So I break up wtih her for conduct unbecoming a girlfriend, something I think I was pretty justified in, and yet somehow, she manages to turn it around so that I feel like the creep at the end of the day. How does that happen? Jen: You think you're a creep? Just wait until some sweet, innocent freshman gets a crush on you, and then you accidentally on purpose break his smitten little heart, thus derailing his nascent love life forever. Pacey: Love has this horrible habit of messing everything up. Jen: That it does. Pacey: But sex is nice. Jen: (startled) Yes it is. Pacey: Yes it is. Sex good, love bad. You toss it into the wok, it messes the whole thing up. Jen: This is true. Pacey: I'm starting to think that maybe casual sex is the way to go. Jen: But sex is never casual, Pacey. Pacey: Perhaps. But what if both partners agreed to the terms beforehand? Jen: Like a prenup? Pacey: Yes. Exactly. Like a pre-gettin'-busy agreement. I'm just thinking out loud here, but the concept of two horny teenagers coming together for some gleefully nasty coitus and parting as friends is positiviely revolutionary in this day in age. Jen: Sounds killer in theory. Pacey: No guilt. Jen: No shame. Pacey: No head games. Jen: No bad mix tapes. Pacey: I hate those. You know, this may be the witches brew talking Lindley, but you are starting to look all kinds of cute.
	Jen: So you honestly think we can pull this one off? Pacey: I don't see why not. Jen: You don't have any feelings for me, right? Pacey: None whatsoever. No, no offense, of course. Jen: None taken. Of course. Pacey: You for me? Feelings? Jen: I hardly ever think about you. Pacey: You gotta love that. Jen: So, what do we do now? Pacey: Um... Should I take my pants off? Jen: Maybe we should kiss first? Pacey: Yeah. That's a good idea. (They move in for the kiss. Just before their lips touch:) Jen: Is this the spell? Pacey: I don't know. I don't know, I don't care. All I know is that in November of 1999, four hyperverbal teenagers wandered of in into the woods on Witch Island to film some ridiculous documentary for history class, and eight hours later... two of them started making out. (They kiss, tentatively) Pacey: That was... Jen: Weird. Pacey: Yeah. Try again? Jen: Okay. (They kiss some more, not so tentatively) Pacey: (breathless) How 'bout that? More weird? Jen: (breathless) Not so much. (They kiss some more, passionately)
	Jen: So when are we gonna talk about it? Pacey: Talk about what, exactly? Jen: What happened out there. Pacey: What did happen out there, Lindley? Jen: I don't have any idea. But I would just prefer if it didn't get in the way of our... experiment. Pacey: Perhaps we should take the shadowy, ill explained events of our brief sojurn in the woods as something of an omen. Jen: No. Pacey: No? Jen: No. If nothing else, that gooey little melodrama only proves that love just mucks everything up. Pacey: So your thinking would be that we should still have sex? Jen: Yes. Pacey: Well, allright then. Okay. (they stare at each other without saying anything. A beat) Do you wanna do it right now? Jen: Um... do you? Pacey: I'm kind of tired, actually. Jen: Fine. Roswell's on in five minutes, anyway. You just let me know when you want to do it, and I'll do it. Too. Pacey: Okay, so let me get this straight. If I'm ever in the need of a... release, you're just going to help me out? Jen: Exactly. But keep in mind that's a two way street. Pacey: Of course. Well, that sounds fantastic. Jen: Doesn't it? Pacey: It does. Should we... I dunno... Shold we kiss on it? Jen: No. Pacey: No? Jen: Kissing is intimate. And we're not about intimacy. Pacey: Perhaps we should just shake on it, then. (They shake hands) Jen: Shaken. Pacey: It's good seeing ya.

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

Jen and Pacey are in the market, shopping for Thanksgiving dinner. Jen: Uh, don't let me forget to get the creamed onions, either Pacey: Oh, no. Mm-mmm. Jen: What's the matter? You don't like creamed onions? Pacey: No, man. They creep me out. I'm being dead serious here, too. Just the thought of them makes me sick to my stomach, all creamy and – Jen: Okay, Pacey, how about this? I promise to keep all offending vegetables out of your line of sight at all times, good? Pacey: You know, Jen, when I suggested that we hook up today, this is not exactly what I had in mind. Jen: Believe me, Pacey, I know. But unfortunately Grams' thanksgiving feast takes precedence over our burgeoning sex life. Pacey: Correct me if I'm wrong, but we don't exactly have a sex life yet, do we? Jen: What, and you that that's my fault? Pacey: Uh… Yeah. I do actually think that that's your fault. Jen: I'm sorry, Pacey. I just find it difficult to watch you paw at me while – (laughs) Pacey: Foreplay is no laughing matter. How do you expect a guy to do his best work in the face of scorn and derision? Jen: It's just that we're friends, right? And seeing as how we are friends, but now we're friends that… do that, uh, it's just going to take a little time getting used to. Although maybe we could find a moment later? She moves closer, and they nearly kiss. Pacey: I can't. I think I have to go to my parents for Thanksgiving. Jen: Okay. Pacey: I'm sorry, I have to. You know, I figure it's probably the right thing to do, seeing as how they brought me into the world at all. Jen: Gee, you sound so excited. Pacey: Well, it's such a joyous occasion. Just imagine it: the Witter woman slaving over a hot stove all afternoon, just to be told the Butterball is too dry. And this coming from a guy who's been sitting on his derriere all day getting drunk and watching football. Jen: Well, even despite the creamed onions, you gotta love Grams for offering an alternative. Pacey: I do. Speaking of, you know you never told me who else is coming. Jen: Don't worry, Pacey, Andie politely declined the invite. Pacey: Hey, I wasn't going there. Jen: Please. I think that she's making dinner for Jack and her tonight. Pacey: Sounds nice it's good for her to have family at Thanksgiving. Jen: Come here. Jen goes to Pacey, and gives him a hug. Pacey buries his head in her hair. Pacey: Mmmm. Mmm! Good lord, do you smell good. (Jen makes a small sound) What was that? Jen laughs Pacey: Oh, come on! Jen: I'm sorry. (laughing) I'm so sorry.

Pacey is walking out the back door, when Jen comes up to him. Jen: Come here. She grabs a corner of his jacket, and starts leading him across the yard. Pacey: Uh, where are we going? Jen: To the gardening shed, to play in the enriched potting soil. Pacey: Did I miss something here? Jen: No. We agreed to be available at a moment's notice. Besides, don't you like getting dirty? Pacey: I – I do, but you see, I don't want to sound like a prude here, Jen, but I actually, I really can't do this right now. He brandishes his watch, but she ignores it, and unzips his outer shirt, and starts unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Jen: Come on, Pacey, I can say with absolute certainty that there will be no giggling right now. Pacey: You just need to give me a second to catch up here. Jen: Pacey, our arrangement precludes any sort of emotional foreplay. Pacey: Yes, it does, which by extension also precludes the idea of angry sex. (He grabs and holds both her hands) Now, you want to tell me what just happened with your mom? Jen: Nothing. (He stares her down. A long moment, and then she gives in, and tells him) Okay, long story short. Like mother like daughter. Seems that I'm not the only girl in the Lindley family who can't say no. Pacey: Well. Wake up and smell the sanctimony, mom. Jen: My sentiments exactly. I plan to file it under "wish I never knew". Pacey: I wouldn't be so hasty. Jen: What, Pacey? Pacey: All right. For what it's worth. As a guy who's just gone through this himself, what just happened to you is a defining moment. When you come to see your parents as human beings with their own problems, it is oddly, kind of liberating. When you realize… they're way more messed up than you are. It's not worth your time or energy to go on despising them for it. Jen starts to cry, and Pacey embraces her, holding her while she cries. Jen is watching her mother drive away, when Pacey pulls up on his bike. Jen: Pacey, what are you doing here? Pacey: Ah, I just couldn't do it. You know, I got right up to my front door, and I thought to myself, what the hell am I doing here? I mean, honestly, who would I rather spend my time with. My family who thinks I'm an idiot, or my friends who think I'm an idiot. They laugh. Jen: Well, I'm glad that you're here. Pacey: Yeah? No hard feelings for this afternoon? Jen: Except for ones of utter embarrassment? No, I'm sorry about what happened. Pacey: Sorry? There's no need for you to apologize to me. I know this may be a little hard for you to believe, but it's actually not every day that a beautiful woman throws herself at me. He puts his finger to his lips, as if to say, 'Shhh, don't tell.' Jen laughs. Jen: And – and thank you Pacey: For what? Jen: Conduct above and beyond Pacey: Ah, it was nothing. Jen: Pacey, you're a sixteen year old boy. That must have taken superhuman restraint. He puts his arm around her shoulders Pacey: Oh, Jen. You have no idea.

Four To Tango

	Pacey and Jen are making out furiously on Dawson's bed. Then, suddenly they pull away. Jen: Nothing. Pacey: Nothing! Ahh! You? Jen: Nothing. Pacey groans Jen: God, Pacey, this is weird. Pacey: It really is. It's the damnedest thing. I mean, how are we supposed to have some lurid, purely sexual affair if every time we get together -- Jen: There's no sexual tension. Pacey: Nada. Jen: Zilch. Pacey sighs Both: If its me -- No, it's not you, it's me. Jen: No, no I mean we're both -- we're both two highly sexually charged people. Pacey: Absolutely! Look at our track records. Jen: Oh yeah. Pacey: We're all that and then some, thank you very much. Jen: And look at the measures that we've gone through today. Pacey: (rising on the bed) We've come properly equipped -- Pacey pulls a wrapped condom out of his shirt pocket, and holds it up Jen: And we've picked the perfect locale. Pacey: Absolutely. You know, Dawson and Mr. Leery both at school for the afternoon, window's always open, this was sheer genius on your part. Jen: Grams always said that that ladder was an invitation to sin. Pacey raises his eyebrows. They kiss again passionately. They pull away abruptly and both sigh. Pacey: Just starting to get depressing. They sit on the edge of the bed and start to put on their shoes. Jen: All right, I'll tell you what, why don't we give it a week, keep trying in hopes that whatever sexual spark once flickered will burn again. A door slams somewhere in the house. Pacey: Whoa, did you just hear somebody come into the house? Jen looks at him nervously for a moment, then they both make a run for it. Jen goes out through the window. Pacey throws on his jacket, then dives onto the floor and grabs the Playstation controller. Just as he does, Dawson enters. Dawson: Pacey. Pacey: Hey, man, what's happening? Dawson: What are you doing in my room in the middle of a school day? Pacey: Just playing some Crash Bandicoot.
	Pacey: We're dead. He found the condom. Jen: I know, I've already talked to him about it. I wouldn't worry. Pacey: Really? You don't think Dawson's gonna mind that we've been mapping out each other's erogenous zones between his sheets? Jen: The question's moot. He's not on to us. Pacey: He's not? Jen: No. Well, at least he's not on to me. He's cast somebody else as the female lead.
	Pacey: God, I don't believe that guy! Jen: Pacey, chill out. Pacey: Here we are again, though I have to say the storyline is starting to stretch the limits of believability. Jen: Meaning what? Pacey: Meaning that we're two red-blooded American teenagers who, weeks ago, made the enlightened decisions not to keep our bodies to ourselves and what do we have to show for it? Nothing. Nothing, how is that possible? I mean, I've spent a lot of time trying to figure this out and frankly, I'm just drawing a blank. Jen: Pacey, it's for about a million different reasons. Pacey: Really? Do you think you could hit me with a couple so it would make me feel better? Jen: Ok, how about the fact that our mothers teach us to be embarrassed about sex... or that we live in a country that thinks violence is cool but gets squeamish whenever two people under legal voting age start using the correct terms for each others body parts. Pacey puts his arm around her. After a moment, he brings his head close to hers. The moment becomes charged with sexual tension Jen: Pacey, is this your not-so-subtle way of telling me that you're ready for a return to Witch Island? Pacey: Maybe it was the dancing, or perhaps it's just the romantic setting of this coatroom, but I am definitely getting that witchy feeling.
	Dawson and Joey stand stupefied before Jen and Pacey, who are lip to lip. Dawson: Whoa, what do we have here? Jen and Pacey pull apart, startled. Pacey: It's... nothing, right? Jen: Yea, nothing. Dawson: Doesn't look like nothing. Pacey: Believe me, man, we've done exhaustive research in this area. It's nothing. Jen: Pacey and I are just friends. Joey: Is that what the kids are calling it these days? You guys are so stupid. You're both gonna get hurt by this. Pacey: Nobody is gonna get hurt by this. Jen: We both agreed that neither of us have our emotions in it. Joey: And you're proud of that fact? Jen: Joey, we were just messing around. Joey: Dawson -- Dawson: They lost me at "nothing". Joey: Pacey, this isn't you, I mean, Jen maybe you're trying to prove something to somebody about -- Pacey: What? Hey, slow down, this was as much my decision as it was hers, okay? Joey: So is that why you named your boat 'True Love?' Because you think it's okay for casual acquaintances or even friends to just, you know, use each other as scratching posts. Pacey: I knew you weren't gonna understand. Joey: You know what? I understand. I understand just fine. (she leaves) Dawson sighs and looks at them with a confused smile. He follows Joey. Jen: I've never in my life seen somebody so worked up over just a kiss. Pacey: I don't think it was just the kiss. Jen: What do you mean? Pacey: I mean that Joey knows about our arrangement. Jen: How could she possibly know, Pacey? Pacey: Because I went to her for some hypothetical advice, but when she saw us kissing, I'm pretty sure she figured out that it wasn't so hypothetical. Jen: You went to Joey for advice about us? Pacey: Yea I know, not so smart, huh? Jen: Smart or not smart, it's just funny you went to her. Pacey: Well, I wouldn't say that I went to her. I mean, she just kind of happened to be there. We were studying -- Jen: Can I ask you something, Pacey? What is it about her? Pacey: What? Jen: She's obviously got something that makes boys in emotional turmoil just flock to her. Pacey: Come again? Jen: Come on, Dawson's the same way. Whatever small problem got to him, he went straight to Joey. Pacey: So who else would you have me talk to? I can't exactly go to Andie with something like this, so I guess I'm supposed to commune with Deputy Doug, then? Jen: Dawson. Why couldn't you just go to Dawson? Unless, of course, you don't feel comfortable talking to him about your sex life, considering -- Pacey: Considering what? Jen: That your current girl Friday used to be his. Pacey: Ok, now correct me if I'm wrong, but Dawson Leery didn't actually know about you and I until, what, two minutes ago? Jen: I'm not talking about us. Pacey: What, Joey? This has nothing to do with Joey! Jen: Pacey, I saw the way that you overreacted to Dawson. I saw the way that Joey overreacted to us. I know that you're having trouble in math these days, but it doesn't take Einstein to get the sum total of these two overreactions. Pacey: You're gonna have to explain this one to me because I gotta be missing something here. You're talking about Joey Potter, right? The one who can't walk into the same room with me without gagging, huh? That Joey Potter? There's nothing going on between us. Jen: No, Pacey. There's nothing between us. No matter what we do, it's not gonna work out between us. Pacey: No, it's not, is it? Jen: No. Are you disappointed? Pacey: Yea, I'm disappointed. And at the same time...I think I'm also a little relieved. Jen: Me too. I'm gonna go. Pacey: Okay. Jen: See ya, Pacey. (She leaves. After a moment she comes back.) You know what, Pacey? Thanks for nothing. She gives him a kiss on the cheek, and Pacey smiles as he watches her go.