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For one to recognize true beauty, they must first recognize that it shall never come in a form seen by all as perfect, but rather in a form seen by themselves as perfect.
-Seth Hagarty
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Some Quotes Organized by Bee-----
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Joey: Hey Jailbait.
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Pacey: Feel free to keep walking, I won't think you're rude.
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Joey: Oh my God, Bessie, the boats leaking!
Bessie: That's not the boat, Joey.
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Pacey: We'll be just like all the rest of the dysfunctional couples out for a
good time on a Saturday night.
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PACEY: -- Get in bed, Potter. And while you're there, get over yourself.
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JOEY: Get your butt away from me.
PACEY: Potter, my butt wants nothing to do with your butt, okay?
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Pacey: Hey, I don't talk trash, I recycle.
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Jen: For someone lying on his deathbed life isn't a gift, life's a bitch!
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Jen: This is gonna be so much fun, the three of us, sittin' around, doin'
nothing. It's just like every other Saturday.
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Dawson: The girl's from hell, literally.
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Abby: Oh great, it's howdy-doody time.
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Dawson: Every insecurity I have about my-self exists inside those two words,
Oompah-Lumpah.
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Jen: Tell you what, Grams, I'll go to church when you say the word 'penis'.
Grams: You stop that talk!
Jen: It's just a word, Grams. Clinical and Technical. 'Penis'
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JEN: Dawson, is that a tree branch, or are you just happy to see me?
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PACEY: Oh please. She can't help herself. I mean, come on, my butt. Really,
it's like a magnet. Chicks can't keep their eyes off it.
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PACEY: You know the cheerleaders are doing splits in the gymnasium? How am I
supposed to play ball with a distraction like that?
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JEN: Hey Joey, I love your lipstick. What shade is that?
JOEY: Wicked Red. I love your hair color, what number is that?
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JEN: Look, you want to play this game, lets cut right to the chase. What's
your favorite scary movie?
MAN ON PHONE: Hum, 'Friday the 13th.' What's yours?
JEN: 'Ten Commandments.'
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JOEY: Dawson, these movies aren't real. They're not kissing with their
tongues. Its 'take 22', the girl's bored, the guy's gay.
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DAWSON: I don't get it! I don't get it, what did he do that I didn't do?
JOEY: He asked her out!
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BESSIE: Look, I know you're still angry at him for what he did to Mom and to
us, I am too. But you know what, Joey? He's still our father.
Joey: Yeah, our father who art in prison.
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JOEY: Fasten your seat belt, it's going to be a bumpy life.
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JEN: Oh, Grams, I forgot to tell you. The Lord sent a fax when you were out.
Something about the armageddon.
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JOEY: I swear to God, Dawson, my sister gave birth to Rosemary's baby. I
mean, I haven't slept for days and my G.P.A. is taking a nosedive and
ummm...last week I got caught in a pool of drool in European History.
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JOEY: Wait a second. You're taking romantic advice from a guy who spent his
evening trying to get three snails to sleep with each other?
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PACEY: You know, it's amazing. A personality like yours and you still can't
get any dates.
JOEY: Even more amazing. A personality like yours and you can.
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PACEY: Hey there. I'm the drummer for Pearl Jam. You?
woman: You're dumber than who?
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DAWSON: I'm sorry I was such an insensitive male, I thought I was above it.
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JOEY: I'm not talking Leather Straps and Crisco just a kiss.
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DRUE: What's a matter, Potter? No personal experience to contribute on the
girls-just-wanna-have-fun front?
JOEY: Much as I hate to undermine your completely misplaced confidence in yourself, the amount of sexual pleasure the average teenage girl gets from the average teenage boy in some random keg-party hookup is negligible at best. I'm sure if you asked, most of them would rather be shoe shopping.

BUZZ: Is she a hottie?
PACEY: I'm not gonna answer that.
BUZZ: C'mon, I'm nine. I got years before I even get near it. Least you can do is cough up a description.
PACEY: She's so beautiful that when you look at her your knees tremble, your heart melts, and you know, without reservation, that there is order and meaning to the universe.
BUZZ: She's a hottie.
PACEY: Oh, yeah.

ANDIE: You know, I've been thinking about what you guys were saying earlier, about boys being twits. And I think you're right... but there's more to it than that. 'Cause, you know... sometimes all they have to do is just look at you, with that certain look, that look that says that you are
exactly where they want to be... and you feel it too, for them... and you just melt. Like a big blob of ice cream. Even when you don't want to.
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JOEY: Why does "life experience" have to translate into wild parties and random hookups?
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PACEY: What would you have him do instead? Join a Book of the Month Club?
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WILL: Do my best. Any advice?
PACEY: Avoid public nudity, drugs, first degree murder... you know, the obvious. And most importantly, don't sleep with your teacher. That never works out as well as you'd think it might.
WILL: Witter words of wisdom. Priceless