DAWSON: When movies get too unrealistic, it depresses me. I get a headache, I can't watch.
JOEY: Unrealistic? Dawson, your favorite movie is E.T.

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DAWSON: Okay, Joey, first of all, girls are attracted to romance more than anything else.
JOEY: Yeah. Keep hope alive there.
DAWSON: Second of all, I don't compete with other guys. I mean, you don't -- like Pacey and me, you don't see us running around arm wrestling each other over some girl.
JOEY: Well, as I said, you don't like to lose.
DAWSON: What's that supposed to mean?
JOEY: Well, Pacey has bigger biceps.

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PACEY: We used to call him Oompa Loompa.
JEN: Oompa Loompa? What's that?
PACEY: From "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"? The little green midgets used to stir the chocolate.
JEN:No way!
PACEY: Way.

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DAWSON: Obviously, if you won't tell me, you were talking trash about me.
PACEY: Hey, I don't talk trash. I recycle it.

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PACEY: You've never met Abby Morgan?
DAWSON: The girl is from hell...

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DAWSON: This is so "Breakfast Club".
JEN: "Breakfast Club"?
DAWSON: You know, the John Hughes movie where the five kids are stuck in detention all day...
JOEY: Yeah. At first they hate each other, and then they become really, really good friends.
JEN: Oh, yeah. That movie stunk. Yeah, whatever happened to those actors?
DAWSON: Well, Anthony Michael Hall got some kind of weird thyroid condition, Molly Ringwald lost her gawky ingenue appeal, and the rest are languishing somewhere in TV obscurity.
PACEY: No way! Emilio Estevez, he was in those duck movies, remember? God, those were classics! So funny. What?

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JOEY: Don't you think you should go get some pom-poms, Jen, and cheer your man on?
JEN: Oh, okay, Joey, I give up. You win. You know, I keep trying to get you to like me, but there's nothing I can do, is there?
JOEY: What do you mean? I -- whatever -- I like you.
JEN: Come on, Joey, I'm not a fool. All your little catty comments are not lost on me. I mean, what -- what did I do to you? I -- all I've ever tried to do was be your friend.

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DAWSON: Maybe I have, all right? But you don't understand. You don't get it. Those two words Oompa Loompa, I hate those words! All right, it's like every insecurity I have about myself exists inside those two words, all right? And when you call me that, it's like you're exposing me. For not being Mr. Varsity Athlete, for not being sexually experienced. Look, I'm a virgin, okay? I'm not some big sex stud like you.

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DAWSON: Joey, you're not alone.
JOEY: Yes, I am.
DAWSON: I'm -- Joey, I'm here for you.
JOEY: No...
DAWSON: I was here for you in sixth grade. I'm here for you now, okay? Nothing you can say is gonna change that. Nothing. All right? And maybe if you just say these things, then you know, they'll be out in the open -- then your feelings won't be as strong anymore. You know? I mean, you could be free.
JOEY: I can't. I can't. 'Cause if I say these things, I can't ever take them back. And it'll change everything, and I can't do that. I can't.