Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I mean, why don't they have sex?
- And what scares you? - Sex.
please don't be upset with me. You have no idea what you've done for me,
but if and when you do decide it's the right time for you,
you were sexy.
- Yeah, Dawson, I think you should rethink that part. It's a little petty.
But you have no idea how long I've wrestled internally with the psychological repercussions...
that they desperately want to sleep with but never will in real life.
I'll admit it has made me slightly uncomfortable.
- Listen, at the risk of sounding like a really cheesy...
- And he does poses for you?
- Well, then, there should be no problem.
- No, you're certainly not.
Um, you could, uh, sit on the couch or, or the chair.
- Um... yeah, sometimes.
- But you don't want to?
- 'Andrea McPhee, take two tablets a day, as directed. ZanX, 20mg.
- Just like in the script.
Maybe-maybe the towel is a good idea. I mean,
- I'm fine Jack.
- I'm just saying he's got a certain... appeal.
- Was I?
Oh, deja vu. This is just like that scene from Titanic.
- I know you've got this notion that
I... I guess you found my... social flaw.
- Yeah... yeah... - Please, Pacey, she's getting better.
- You know what? You're probably right.
- I wanted to make the less obvious choice.
- Pacey, please. Give it back.
even with my flair for the dramatic, my role has been reduced to the first act.
- But you argued with me.
- Ew. - Ew? Jen, he's like the classic, leading guy. He's kind, he's funny...
- What do you mean?
it's-it's like the first time you see Van Gogh's "Starry night".
- I gotta go.