Joey: I love this movie. This won the Oscar didn't it?
Dawson: "Ghandi." Spielberg got robbed.

Joey: Things change, Dawson. Evolve.

Joey: And I have breasts!
Dawson: What?
Joey: And you have genitalia!
Dawson: I've always had genitalia.
Joey: But there's more of it.
Dawson: How do you know?
Joey: Long fingers.

Joey: You did it again! You grabbed my ass!
Pacey: Like you even have one.

Pacey: You think she's a virgin? You wanna nail her?
Dawson: We just met.
Pacey: And a wasted moment it was. I mean, greater men would be nailin' right now.
Dawson: Tact. Look it up.

Bess: If you wanna wear my things, fine. They're fairly useless to me at this point. But that means you put them back where you found them, got it?
Joey: Got it.
Bess: I'm way too pregnant to be digging underneath your bed.
Joey: Then stay out of my room, got it?

Pacey: So if your dad is "Mr. Man-Meat," does that make you "Mr. Man-Meat Jr." or "Mr. Man-Meat the Second?"
Dawson: They're gonna have to drag the creek to find your body, Pacey.

Pacey: Can you say wet-brain?
Nellie: I'm sorry, what did you say? Did you toss a negative, disparaging remark my way? Because if you did, and correct me if I'm wrong, I'd like to remind you who you are.
Pacey: I know, I know, your dad owns the place.
Nellie: No, I'm talking about in the huge, rotating world of life.
Pacey: And who am I Nellie?
Nellie: Nobody. That's the point. You're not there, you don't even exist. Because if you did, I might have to respond to your pathetic little under-the-breath one-liners. But instead, I take comfort knowing you're vapor. Ffff. Ffff. Non-existent. Nothing.

Jen: And why movies? What's the attraction?
Dawson: I reject reality.

Jen: Hmmm. Long shot here. A Spielberg fan?
Dawson: Pretty much worship the man in a God-like way.

Dawson: I believe that all the mysteries of the universe, all the answers to life's questions can be found in a Spielberg film.

Joey: You're just looking for conflict. Everything's a potential script to you. Accept your perfect life Dawson.

Jen: I don't covet a religious God, Grams. I'm an atheist.

Jen: Hey Joey, Joey. Um, can I ask you somethin' kinda up front?
Joey: Sure.
Jen: Are you and Dawson…a thing?
Joey: No, we're just friends.
Jen: Like we're gonna be, I hope. Y'know, my grams warned me about you. She says you're severely troubled.
Joey: Well, no offense, but your grams is cracked.
Jen: Why does she rag on you?
Joey: Pick a topic. There's my dad, the in-prison convict, or my sister, impregnated by her black boyfriend…
Jen: Your father's in prison?
Joey: Conspiracy to traffic marijuana, an excess of 10,000 pounds.
Jen: Wow, um, so then where's your mother?
Joey: Oh, she had this cancer thing. It got her.
Jen: So then you live with your sister?
Joey: And the black boyfriend.

Dawson: Okay, bald man. Mr. Herman. Teaches a timid calculus class, but packs a .45 Magnum. Last year, opened fire. Took out two students and a custodian.
Jen: Plead justifiable homicide. They didn't have a hall pass.
Dawson: Woman in the funky black dress. Periodic drinker. Blacks out after two glasses of cheap wine, and once did town with a dress over her head.
Jen: Singing Neil Diamond songs.

Pacey: I actually have the possibility of losing my virginity in a high-level fantasy fashion.
Dawson: Pacey, go home. Walk your dog. It's not gonna happen.
Pacey: Not tonight. That's not the plan, man. I just want to familiarize her with the gaze, the smile, the charming features, y'know?
Dawson: Don't do this to yourself!
Pacey: Listen, it is a fact that a large percentage of older women are attracted to young boys on the verge of manhood, okay? It keeps them feeling young. I read that in Cosmopolitan.
Dawson: What are you doing reading Cosmopolitan?
Pacey: Listen, I have three menstrually diverse sisters, okay? Cosmo is my savior.

Dawson: So you've met Roger Fulferg?
Jen: Yeah, nice guy.
Dawson: Yeah. Jock quarterback by day, schizophrenic transvestite by night. That's what you call a Tori Spelling complex. He's partial to Victoria's Secret. Just so you know.
Jen: But can he run in pumps?

Jen: I'll tell you what, Grams. I'll go to church when you say the word 'penis.'

Mr. Leery: Shift. Your mom's on. Watching her work is the best foreplay.
Dawson: I'm outta here!
Mr. Leery: Have fun. Play safe.
Dawson: The Condom Chat is premature.

Dawson: What is up with the sex? That's all anybody thinks about anymore. Sex, sex, sex! I mean, what is the big deal?
Mr. Leery: Sex is a very big part of who we are as human beings.
Dawson: Does that mean we have to go hump the coffee table?

Jen: Hey Joey, I love your lipstick. What shade is that?
Joey: Wicked red. I love your hair color. What number is that?

Jen: Yes, I am a virgin. And how about you, Joey? Are you a virgin?
Joey: Please. Years ago. Trucker named Bubba.

Jen: I'm just gonna pretend we kissed, okay?

Tamara: Wait. Talk to me a second.
Pacey: About what? "The Graduate" or "The Summer of '42?" Which would you rather discuss?
Tamara: I'd like to clear up this misunderstanding.
Pacey: I understand you perfectly, Miss Jacobs.
Tamara: I'm so sorry.
Pacey: You should be, because you're a liar. How can you say you were just renting a movie?
Tamara: Because it's the truth.
Pacey: It's a crock. The truth is, you're a well put-together knockout of a woman who's feeling a little insecure about hitting 40. So when a young, virile boy such as myself flirts with you, you enjoy it. You entice it, you fantasize about what it would be like to be with that young boy on the verge of manhood. 'Cause it helps you stay feeling attractive. Makes the aging process a little more bearable. Well, let me tell you something. You blew it lady. 'Cause I'm the best sex you'll never have.

Joey: When I saw you going for Jen's hand, I mean it's not like I wanted to be the one holding your hand. I just didn't want her holding it.

Dawson: Where are you going?
Joey: I can't sleep over anymore. And we can't talk to each other the way we used to. I mean, there are some things we just can say.
Dawson: No, that's just not true. Joey, I could tell you anything.
Joey: Yeah? How often do you walk your dog, huh?
Dawson: What?
Joey: You know what I mean. What time of day? How many times a week?
Dawson: …Good night.
Joey: See ya Dawson.
Dawson: See ya Joey.

Dawson: Joey! Usually in the morning, with Katie Couric!

Pacey: Man, video woman is my new English teacher, okay? You, me, the movies tonight. We are stalking a faculty member.