Dawson: Dude, Pacey. I'm so bored.
Pacey: K, wanna go play hockey?
Dawson: Dude, no. Let's go to a fancy people party.
Pacey: I wasn't aware we were fancy people.
Dawson: We're going. Shut up.
Pacey: K, let me call the blonde girl.
Dawson: She's coming back from the Oscars. Be prepared to comfort her. She didn't win. Don't feel bad for her. From what I gather, Young Hercules left her very satisfied. Does she even have a name?
Pacey: It doesn't matter. We don't know any other blonde girls.
Dawson: We know Busy Phillips.
Pacey: Yeah, but she moved to Florida.
Dawson: Oh look it's Ke$ha!
Ke$ha: "Well, if it isn't James Van der Douche." (These are not my words)
Dawson: Geez! My name's Dawson. "Stop slanderbeeking me name!"
Ke$ha: Don't be surprised if I shoot at you with a laser gun.
Dawson: K I won't. Thanks for the warning.
Pacey: If I get shot, I swear to Tom Cruise I will do something crazy from Fringe on one of you bitches!
Ke$ha: Dude, grow a pear.
Dawson: Hehe, I think she just called you a fruit.
Pacey: I'm going to talk to Joey. Even whilst entranced by a scary person, she's more interesting than you two.
Ke$ha: We'll C U Next Tuesday, bro!
Dawson: Wanna do it?
Ke$ha: Fine. You still got that boat?
Dawson: Yep.
Ke$ha: Let's set sail, cowboy. Hold up! Can you grow a beard?
Dawson: I've never tried.
Ke$ha: Work on that.
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