Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So you're spying on her?

- Okay. Andie.. would you like to go on a date with me tonight?

You've got to help me. What goes on in this town?

- Mm, you know? I think it's kind of getting late.

- Dad, what was that all about?

and by that moon I begged her wait but that night did she go.

- Please, Pacey, please.

It seems like unlike her spoiled, rich society girl of a daughter,

Make the decision alright?

- Well, he didn't order any food.

- Well of course.

- Oh and those dreams... they involve Dawson's english teacher?

- She just invited me into this normal Rockweel painting,

you know maybe he did, but they're gone now.

- You might want to stop and pick up some condoms.

Um, I'll meet you there.

- At least I have coworkers.

So it's basically just me.

She said she'd be right down.

- That was weird! It's like he just...

- Um, okay. Alright. I think that we've taken it far enough.

Oops. Look, let's never let a guy come between us again.

- It doesn't take a degree in psychobabble to figure that one out, Dad.

I'm screwed. No, I'm dead.

But he kind of lives in this fantasy world where if you don't think about it,

I'll tell you what? You can stay for dinner.

Now, your turn.

- Why are you so angry?

- Well, I am sorry that I have been such a burden to you.

and soon they'll wise up, get a divorce, and everything will get better.

- They involve a damn restaurant.

I got caught doing it on my parents' bed.

By moonlight many years ago my true love did I know,

- I'm not asking again.

- Ways to blame you for their food being cold, there are not enough clams in the chowder..

I mean, they're all the same to me.

- Thank you Mister.