Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This whole thing's a joke. You, me, my whole life here.

- Ah, Listen. I know this is sort of abrupt seeing as we hardly know each other.

I can be Pacey Witter, bad ass stud and man about town.

- But seriously, Dawson. What do you think?

- My heart stripe... ah, that.

- You know impersonating an officer is a felony.

- Here, wait a second. Where were you last night?

- Great. How are you doin'?

- Your tips are in attempt to win a certain someone.

- The promo meeting ran long and after that there was traffic

to spend a free morning there's one idea that just kind of seems to stand out.

- I mean, that's what you're thinking, right?

I don't know what she's talking about.

- Guess you'll just have to take that chance, won't ya? Bye Officer Pacey!

- What about Dawson and Jen?

- So here I am, living in this strange town without a friend to my name,

- Well you sure look spiffy tonight. Where you headin'?

- But why change something if it already works?

- Thank you Mr. Elliord. I appreciate all of your advice, but...

- French toast.

- Here we are along the river Sende', a tour of the il de la city,

Kristy Livingstone par example.

- Don't even go there, Bessie. I will extinguish this conversation right now.

- A person can, but you. You're Miss Perma-Scowl. What aren't you telling me?

- One lapse of judgement and you could run over a cat, a child, a nun.

- You know what? Molly? I need a new look.

In fact, I think I'm just going to take you in and book you right now.

- I thought I'd take your advice and get out of the house for a little while.