Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't know how to explain... it was in a word...
- You know I could have this license revoked... just like that.
- I don't know it just seems weird.
- You have this look. This cheery, yet sneaky,
- I don't know. It's just that you're not exactly the picture of the grieving widow.
Giver her the wholecop routine, license, registration. It was nothin'!
- You got time to worry, and over analyze and most women...
and go at it like porn stars?" anxiety.
- Well what?
So I guess it serves me right I lost ya.
and now they're tearing it down.
Then there was you too. Dawson Leery, who finally got a clue.
- Well, he's a very lucky guy.
I mean granted we'll be entering some uncharted boy/girl territory but...
You see, I didn't come tonight to watch the movie, I came to be with him.
- Hey... how are you?
- So whether I clean out his closet today or not, he's gone. He's been gone.
- I know. It's okay. Really. Oh god, look at the time, I gotta get going.
- Fancy meeting you here. So what are you off to now?
- Oh, there's a conversation I would love to hear taking as my father is the town sheriff!
- What was that?
- Uh, yes sir. See, my family just moved to town.
- It's just an appointment that's arisin suddenly. I won't be home too late.
- You tell me everything is fine with us, you tell me nothing's the problem...
- So now what?
- A fate worse than death.
- Great. Just great. My father's going to kill me.
- It was one meeting.
- I'll see you later.
- Pacey?
- Let me tell you something, Jennifer.
- But I have to tell you Dawson, as complicated our friendship was,
- Thanks.
- I don't know Dawson. I think I might have made the biggest mistake of my life.