Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hello? Yes, this is Andie.

- But, don't worry, I'm going to ignore it and hang out with you anyway.

- I didn't call the cops because I think you and your brother are really nice

I want you to think of this place, as yours.

- Jen, you're drunk.

- Let's go home, Mom.

- Look at you. Taking care of my mom, then saving me. Don't you see?

- We've just been hanging out. What?

- You're absolutely right and

I wish that things could be different, but...

- Yes, man, it's okay. Just leave me out of this, alright?

I would take my melancholy over this anyday because it's real.

And it's disgusting.

$2500... Dawson, you won! You actually won.

- Yeah, I did... Truth is I'd did it again.

- So, um, maybe we could hang out again?

- So, what's your deal with him?

- I'm not judging, just observing. The destruction of young America.

- How's the hangover?

- This is not a date, remember!

Summer school, followed by a return engagement in your sophomore year,

- I think I miscalculated.

- Yeah, you take the e of the date and you have a dat.

- She's a friend.

- This is a conclusion thet we've reached.

- And I'm not interested, remember?

- Dawson, um, what are you doing here?

You don't drink, and you don't mess around with anybody

- Andie, what's wrong?

- Heat lightning. You know, I almost got hit by lightning once when I was a kid.

Dad, look, I don't know what exactly you expect from me,

- How's that for irony, huh?

- An honor. Although, next time,

just gets so great that the air just kind of breaks down.

- No, I think you're safe. Crescent moon.

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