Dawson: Joey, you're gonna have to kiss him.
Joey: I can not and will not kiss that cretin.
Dawson: It's a movie, you're playing a character. It's not Pacey you're kissing.
Joey: So he's a sea serpent from the deep. What's the difference?

Dawson: Jen happens to be a bright and talented young woman who is clearly in charge of her own body.
Joey: I'm not suggesting leather straps and Crisco, just a kiss.

Dawson: It's better this way, it's so unpredictable! The audience is never gonna see it coming! It's like Janet Lee in "Psycho."
Pacey: Drew Barrymore in "Scream."
Joey: Ah, rip-off of a rip-off.

Dawson: "Helmets of Glory." Chronicles last year's football season. And get this, Mr. Cliff Quarterback himself is writing, directing and starring in it.
Joey: Oh, a Streisand.
Dawson: This is serious, Jo. They're entering it in the film festival. My film festival. This is like immediate competition.
Joey: And it's a sports film.
Dawson: A thin and pedestrian sports film.
Joey: Ah, the epitome of everything you're against. Could life be more cruel?

Dawson: Dad, hey Dad. Have you seen my camcorder?
Mr. Leery: Filming today?
Dawson: Yeah, Joey gets decapitated today.
Mr Leery: It's, uh, in my bedroom, on the night table, your mother's side. You might want to take the tape out.
Dawson: You can get arrested for that in some states.

Pacey: Joey, you die so well. Dawson, could we get another one of those, 'cause I so love that image.

Dawson: Cliff. Cliff Elliott. What's that about? I don't get it. How could she be attracted to him? What's he got?
Joey: Well, we could start with his chest measurement and work down.

Dawson: I don't get it! I don't get it, what did he do that I didn't do?
Joey: He asked her out!

Dawson: At this very moment they're slow dancing. Her arms are wrapped around his waist and they're moving to some stupid cheesy 80's song, and he's whispering things into her ear to kinda make her giggle and toss her hair off to the side. Every once in a while their eyes meet and they shift awkwardly because they know it's all coming down to that one moment at the end of the night where he leans over and tells her what a great time he's had. He asks her if they can do it again, and she just smiles in that sexy, teasing way that she has, it's not really teasing, but just sexy and says "I'd like that." And then their lips meet. Their mouths come together. Their tongues find each other, I aauugghh! I can't take it.

Dawson: I'm going to the dance.
Joey: What?
Dawson: I'm going to the dance.
Joey: What?
Dawson: It's my only recourse.
Joey: Why?
Dawson: 'Cause Jen is there.
Joey: In the arms of another man. I mean, why torture yourself?
Dawson: I'm an artist. Tortured is a prerequisite.

Joey: What exactly is your plan?
Dawson: I didn't get that far.
Joey: Well you better write something quick, because in some world sectors, what they're doing is known as foreplay.

Dawson: Do you dance?
Joey: No.
Dawson: Now you do. C'mon.
Joey: Dawson, this is certifiable.
Dawson: It's easy. You just move around, shake your ass back and forth.

Dawson: I can't explain it any better, Jo. The girl's a mystery to me, but I feel like I've known her my whole life. I mean, it's like the way I feel about you. She challenges me the way you do, she could be you. Except…she's Jen.

Pacey: You know, I feel this strange familiarity creeping over me.

Pacey: I may just be fifteen, but I'm well beyond the age of accountability. Maybe not within the confines of the judicial system, but for me.

Dawson: Jo, let's assess. What have we learned from tonight's 90210 evening?

Dawson: Do me a favor? If I get like this again, and I'm sure I will, before this adolescent growth process is over, well next time just chain me to my bed and wait for my moment of clarity to come.
Joey: Can I use leather straps?
Dawson: Not until you explain the Crisco.

Jen: You know, I really am a cliché, Dawson. In New York, I was movin' fast, I was movin' really, really fast. So fast I kept stumbling and falling. But here I feel like for the first time in a long time I'm walking at a steady pace and I'm afraid that if I kiss you, my knees may buckle and I may stumble and I don't know if I can handle it now.