Dawson: Are you tweaking? What is your problem?
Joey: My problem is that ever since Miss Highlights came along, you haven't said one word to me!
Dawson: Crap! That is pure crap! And you know it.

Joey: Oh, I understand everything. I'm tired of understanding. All I do is understand.

Dawson: What are you doing in there?
Joey: Hanging with your clothes.

Pacey: Man, video woman is my new English teacher, okay? You, me, the movies tonight. We are stalking a faculty member.

Pacey: Everybody in this movie decomposing someplace it's morbid.

Chris: You know what you are? Nancy Drew from hell.

Pacey: Do you think it's easy to fail? Ok, this has taken me a considerable amount of work and energy.

Pacey: That girl is head-in-the-clouds 100% ass-backwards in love with you.

Pacey: I got a bad case of the Molly Ringwalds today.

Pacey: Don't talk trash, recycle.

Pacey: Oh please, spare me! You're nothing but a white bread country club goddie two shoes with a bad case of potty mouth!

Jen: Dawson is that a tree branch or are you just happy to see me?

Andie: What are you guys doing here?
Abbie: Raising Hell.

(Jack telling Joey that he could have been the last guy Abbie kissed before dying.)
Joey: At least she went out with a bang.

Pacey: Joey, you die so well. Dawson, can we get another one of those, cause I so love that image.

Dawson: Let's assess. What have we learned from tonight's 90210 evening?

Joey: Clap hard, Dawson. You may be Tinker Bell's last hope.

Pacey: You keep saying how this is wrong, and maybe tonight it is. But just to set the record straight...I'm a firm believer that sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing.

Pacey: I'm not cursed with self-awareness like you are, Dawson, but I know enough to know how people see me. I'm not the guy who gets the girl. I'm the guy who talks about getting the girl, but not the guy who gets her.

Pacey: No way! Emilio Estevez, he was in those Duck movies, remember? Those were classics...so funny.

Abbie: Oh my god, Pacey, what'd you do to your beak? Get into a car accident while picking your nose?

Dr. Rand: You know what I did first thing after I finished grading your exam?
Pacey: Stopped laughing.

Jen: They're the golden ones with the rhinestone studded handles.
Jack: Don't tell me they made you a cheerleader?
Jen: Oh no.
Jack: Thank God.
Jen: They made me head cheerleader.
Jack: That's cool.

Eve: Be honest. What's going to change from now to tomorrow morning?
Dawson: Nothing, except maybe me.

Eve: You know what Dawson? I don't know who's the bigger mystery. Me or you.

Andie: You guys are a bunch of cynics, you know that? I mean, what kind of high school memories will you have if all you did in high school was bitch and moan about everything?
Joey: Bitching memories.
Dawson: Moaning memories.

Andie: You mean that you guys would rather watch a movie about something than actually doing it yourselves?
Joey, Dawson: Correct.

Dawson: All the mystaries of the universe, all the answers to life's questions can be found in a Spielberg film.

Pacey: Look mom and dad just wanted me to bring you something.
Doug: What?
Pacey: Me!

Joey: So we’re friends, then we’re a couple. Friends again, then a couple. What are we now?
Dawson: Dawson and Joey.

Pacey: You know, it’s a new year, who knows. You and I might even become friends.

Joey: You thought if you orchestrated this whole evening that I would be convinced in to picking you over Pacey, right?
Dawson: You have to pick somebody, Joey.

Joey: Oh, your mother’s is gorgeous, however, I’m starting to believe everything I’ve heard about the unflattering nature of brides maids dresses.

Jen: You know, there really is a certain pleasing summitry to this. You, me, together again. President and vice president of the bitter club, reunited for one last session.
Jack: I’m not bitter.
Jen: Oh yeah, sure, everyone wants their prom nights to end with the person they are most attracted to in the whole entire world speeding away from them on a commuter train. Hey Jack, when he comes over here would you mind telling him that I still mean everything I said, that I haven’t changed my mind, and that I hope that football camp in Cleveland is sweaty, gross, girl-free, not to mention painful and debilitating.
Jack: Do you realize how mature this is?
Henry: Jack, could you do me a favor? Could you tell Jen that I left my copy of Sid Arthur in her locker and I want it back.
Jack: No.
Henry: Why not?
Jack: Because she’s standing right here.
Henry: Could you just ask her, please?
Jack: Henry, this is ridiculous. (giving in) Hey Jen, guess what? Henry’s come over here with this ridiculously lame, Sid Arthur related pre-text because he’s secretly hoping that you’ll give him another chance.
Henry: That’s not what I said.
Jen: Why don’t you tell Henry that if he would like his book back, he should probably start digging.
Jack: Translation? She threw it away because it’s a painful reminder of how much she regrets freaking out like a total drama queen and breaking up with you at the prom.
Jen: Okay, I’m not a drama queen and I’m not the only one who totally freaked out.
Jack: Personal front. Must be the going rate for converting young lover subtext to text these days.
Henry: She’s right, Jack. Neither of us is being very direct right now. So how’s this? (turning to Jen) I’m sorry.
Jen: You know what, Henry? I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry we ever met.
Henry: That’s too bad. Because… I’m not. You have nothing else you want to say to me?
Jen: Nope, nothing.
Henry: (walking off) I guess that finishes that.

Doug: Visual assessment. You were going 5 to 7 miles per hour below the posted speed limit on this particular Capeside thoroughfare, but I’ll let it go with a warning this time.
Joey: I promise to be careful.
Doug: It’s not that kind of warning. I just thought you might like to know, that unbeknownst to you a particular attitudedly challenged younger sibling is preparing to leave Capeside for the summer. Seems he’s going to sail himself down to the Florida Keyes for the next three months.
Joey: When does he leave?
Doug: In a couple of days. I just thought you might like to know about it before it was too late for you to say or do something.
Joey: Thank you.
Doug: It’s not a problem, Miss Potter. Passenger advisories is typical officer protocol.

Joey: I’m here, aren’t I?

Joey: I don’t want to fight either, Dawson. I’m sorry. If we’re going to have an honest relationship, Dawson, there’s something you should know. I broke things off with Pacey, not entirely, but a large part because I didn’t want to lose you. I may have lived across the creek, but it was only when I was rowing in this direction that I actually felt like I was rowing home. When you’re so much of my life, Dawson, I mean… Your house is my house and your family is my family, and there’s not a single significant event I’ve experienced that you haven’t experienced with me. And… I was so afraid of losing that. But, if that wasn’t the choice… and if I thought there was a chance that you would forgive me, I may have chosen differently. And you deserve to know that.

Pacey: What took you so long? (he grabs a 1/2 gallon jug of milk out of Joey’s bag, opens it and takes a drink.) I got thirsty. I called Bessie, Bessie called you. I tell you, it is not easy work finishing things off.
Joey: Pacey, what does this means?
Pacey: It means you were right. That might leaving would be giving up on you and I’m not quite prepared to do that just yet. But it also means that I need to know that you’re not quite prepared to give up on me either. So, all that being said, I refer to the wall. With it’s hastily, yet adoringly written S.O.S. which I guess speaks for itself. I spent an hour and a half staring at this half painted wall after we talked last night. Just staring and thinking. So, the way I figured it, it’s your turn to stare now. (Pacey walks off)

Jen: Henry, 9 months ago you paid $500 to kiss me and I was too dumb to realize what that meant and what you were really offering me, but I know now. I mean, there really is such a thing as a second chance, and that no matter how old or how jaded you are, when you meet the person you’re suppose to be with everything’s going to be new. A sunset, a cheesy love song, and especially sex.
Football players: (all gathering around to listen) Ooooh!!!!
Jen: Henry, I’m the reason we didn’t have sex after prom.
Henry: Trust me, I know.
Jen: Not because I was mad at you but because I was more nervous than you are. I have been with guys before, but I have never been with anybody that I loved and. . . in that way I’m more of a virgin than you could ever be.
(The football players laugh.)
Henry: Thanks a lot.
Jen: Come on, what do you care? Come here. (she kisses him)
Football players: Yeah! (clapping) Oooooh!!! Henry! Henry! Henry! Henry!

Pacey: Things are never going to be the same between us, are they?
Dawson: No.
Pacey: Yeah. Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Joey: Hey. Your speech was beautiful.
Dawson: Thanks.
Joey: what you said, did you mean it, Dawson?
Dawson: Every word. Which is why you should turn around and go. To Pacey.
Joey: What?
Dawson: Last year you had the opportunity to go to Paris to study, because of me you didn’t.
Joey: Dawson, that wasn’t your fault.
Dawson: Yes it was my fault cause I should have made you go. But I was selfish and I didn’t want you to go. I wanted you to stay here with me. And I refuse to make that mistake again.
Joey: Well, Dawson, what if it’s my choice? I mean, what if I want to stay.
Dawson: Joey, come on. Even I can see it. Pacey is this year’s Paris. And this time you have to go. You have to see for yourself. I can stand here and tell you that it’s a colossal mistake and that all roads lead back to me, but that’s not going to make any bit of difference. Words and speechs sound great, but they don’t add up to anything. All that matters right now is what you want.
Joey: I don’t even know what I want, Dawson.
Dawson: Yes you do. You want him. You want him like I want you. You love him like I love you. The only difference is, he loves you back the same way. And you deserve that, okay? And I’m not going to be the one who stands in the way of you getting there. You’re free. Do can do whatever you want.
Joey: But, Dawson, I want us to still be friends and I want to know that you don’t hate me --
Dawson: They’re only words, Joey. Just words. Cause after you’re done dispensing your pleasantries here you’re gonna turn around and you’re gonna walk away from. Aren’t you?
Joey: I have to, otherwise I’ll never know.
Dawson: Just go.
Joey: Dawson --
Dawson: Joey, go! I’m telling you, before I take it all back, alright, just go. Go!

Jack: Then why me? I don’t want to be different. I didn’t ask to be gay.
Mr. McPhee: No more than I asked for a gay son. But, boy, am I glad that I got one.
Jack: You don’t mean that.
Mr. McPhee: Yeah, I do.

Joey: I think I’m in love with you.
Pacey: You think or you know?
Joey: I know. (Pacey turns to look at Joey) I’ve known it since the moment you kissed me and maybe even before that. As scary as it is, I don’t want to deny it anymore, Pacey. I don’t want to run from it and I don’t want to let it run from me.
Pacey: So. . . what are we going to do here, Jo?
Joey: I want to come with you.