Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Another varsity cheerleader/rocket scientist and she's checkin'you out.

for a possible restaurant location.

Anyways, it was weird. Of course it figures.

I just got my license. Please be kind.

- Okay, okay. I'm sorry.

- What the hell? Thanks Jack.

So forget about them. In fact,

- That's exactly the point. How do you feel about my filmmaking abilities?

And I just need to, we gotta open this thing up and explore some new possibilities.

- You're acting weird. Are you having another insecurity attack? C'mon.

- She's looking at me?

- I'm glad I read it actually.

- We partied one weekend in Atlantic City before he had to ship out... crazy.

- Let's just not talk to each other, alright Abby?

and a sexually active teen who doesn't use contraception

You read my journal. This is a huge privacy issue.

And God said, let there be light.

- You know, as long as I live, Dawson,

the conclusion that I came to today, on my 16th birthday...

I mean, Dawson even told me so himself. He doesn't ever think of her sexually.

- I dated the door man at the Curtain and Club Retro is so five minutes ago.

- You can bet those two won't be the poster couple for abstinence much longer.

- You read my journal.

Molly Ringwald got the hottest guy in school. Could be you.

- What? Joey and Dawson? Yeah right.