 | | 05-06-2006, 07:46 AM | |
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Which ep is this from?! I don't remember ever watching it...
| That is from season 2's "The Election" when Jen is trying to get Dawson to act like an actual rebel-like teenager. It's also the episode where they went skinny dipping. Yup Yup.
here's are some of my favorite Jen lines.... Jen: Now I know how anthropologists feel when they stumble across one of those lost tribes whose ancient rituals have remained untouched by time.
Jack: What I don't get is why anyone wants to be a cheerleader in the first place?
(Jen considers the thought and gets an idea.)
Jen: There's only one way to find out.
(Jen heads toward the sign up table. She starts to sign up.)
Belinda: Jen, what're you doing?
Jen: Signing up for try-outs.
Belinda: Lemme think about that... NOT!
Jen: You sure, Belinda? Haven't you ever wondered if I've got what it takes to hold the pom-poms? Jen: The unthinkable has happened.
(Principal Green walks by.)
Principal: Good going, Ms. Lindley.
(Jen smiles.)
Jack: What? You've become popular?
Jen: Worse. Follow me.
(Jen heads to her locker and starts opening it.)
Jen: It was a coup d'etat. A mutiny. A slave revolt. Belinda McGovern has been excommunicated by her brainless bishops.
Jack: Help me out here. I don't think I understand.
Jen: (She shows him the pom poms) They're the golden ones. With the rhinestone-studded handles.
Jack: Don't tell me they made you a cheerleader?
Jen: Oh, no.
Jack: Thank God.
Jen: They made me Head Cheerleader.
Jack: That's cool. Jen: I've tried. Believe me, I've tried. Do you think I want to be held responsible for killing off the last vestiges of Capeside's school spirit? I mean, ever since they elected me leader of their little junta, all they've wanted to do are these nasty, sardonic, self-aware cheers. What's worse is they've even started to dress like me. It's like they're genetically predisposed to having any unique identity.
Jack: That's a blonde gene.
Jen: Not funny. Jen: Dawson? Praytell condoms? (Dawson grabs them away.) Sorry it's just in the list of things I'd expect to find in your bag, condoms fall somewhere in between nuclear plans and crack cocaine. Curiosity begs, who is the lucky girl?
Dawson: Privacy begs I ignore you.
Jen: Ever since Philly, somebody's been whistling a very different tune.
Dawson: It's the Dawson Leery for the new millenium. The guy who's not afraid to use the words "good" and "time" in close proximity.
Jen: Well, Dawson 2000, are you ready for this good time? And I don't mean in a Trojan kind of way.
Dawson: What do you mean?
Jen: Sex isn't a one way street. There are going to be some expectations where you're concerned.
Dawson: Okay... any hot tips?
Jen: I thought that you'd never ask. It's all about one word, Dawson: pace. Now, most virgins either go too slow or too fast. Which one do you think you are?
Dawson: How would I know?
Jen: Let's say that you have an ice cream sundae right in front of you and you have no spoon. Now, it's a hundred degrees out and you're starving. Now, do you lick the ice cream or do you bite right in?
Dawson: Bite right in.
Jen: Too fast. See, first you have to watch the sundae, admire the sundae, then, just before it's about to drip, you let your lips lick around the exterior, savoring every inch. You want that sundae to last a long time... but not too long, because then the sundae ends up all over the table instead of in your mouth. But Dawson, if you remember one thing, let it be this... If you don't get the whipped cream all over your face, you're not doing it right. You see what I'm saying?
The last one is my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE JEN LINE EVER!
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