Dawson's Creek

Mugger: You were singing a song just before... Joey: "You walked into my life". Mugger: Yeah. Joey: Oh, that's just a... song my dad used to sing to me.

Joey: My tenth birthday, my father takes me to the park, and if you knew Mike Potter, you'd know that was a pretty big deal. I mean, he never really had time for stuff like that... but he took me, and we played for hours... jungle gym, swings, everything... and I was so happy. He was so popular with the people, and... everyone seemed to know him, and... I was so proud to be his daughter. I mean, he was, like, the Mayor or something. It wasn't until years later that I realized he was dealing drugs to them. Mugger: Heartwarming story. What's your point? Joey: My point is... my dad did a lot of crappy stuff. I mean, this is the guy who cheated on my mom with a cocktail waitress while she was dying of cancer. He let me and my sister down time and time again, so many times and in so many ways, it became funny. But you know what? That day at the park... it still goes down in the books as my favorite day ever.

Joey: It looks like you're gonna die alone. How does that feel? Mugger: Big deal. Everybody dies alone.

(Speaking about Sammy, the mugger's daughter) Joey: Let me ask you a question. She comes to you in 15 years and asks you why you couldn't get over yourself for her, and what do you say? Mugger: Grow up. Get on with your life. Don't blame me.

Mugger: Well, the point is, I love my wife. I love my daughter, but... I am who I am. Nothing's gonna change that. I mean, you wanna know why people do the things that they do. There is no why, sweetheart. They just do. Joey: That's crap. If you really loved your daughter, if you really loved her, you wouldn't do those things.

Joey: Your daughter is, uh, really beautiful. It's a shame she has such a dickhead for a dad. Mugger: Well, sounds like your dad was a bit of a dickhead, too. Look how well you turned out. Joey: You don't know anything about me. Mugger: True, but from what I can tell, you're pretty smart... and funny... and reasonably hot, and I imagine most of your friends like having you around... most of the time, when you're not smartin' off with that little mouth.

Mugger: (Coughs) How do I look? Joey: Pretty bad. Hideous, actually. Mugger: (Laughs and coughs) You know, I'd say I'm sorry to you, but, uh... Joey: Yeah, what's the point? It's not like I'd forgive you or anything.

Joey: I know this is none of my business, but for some reason, I somehow feel like it is, and so I'm just gonna say it. I've been that little girl. She doesn't know her dad's a loser. She thinks he's pretty much the greatest thing in the entire world, so if things don't go exactly his way tonight, wouldn't you like to give her the chance to... Grace: To what? To say good-bye? You're right about one thing, Joey. This is none of your business. (Walks off.)

Grace: I think I owe you an apology, Joey. I think the scumbag who mugged you was probably my husband. Joey: Well, if it makes you feel any better, he was... he was nice about it.

Grace: (To Joey) The worst part is, this little one loves him to death. Little girls and their daddies. Breaks my heart. I finally kick the creep out a month ago. We finally have some peace in our lives, and she wakes up crying for him in the middle of every damn night. I mean, how do you look in those big blue eyes and tell her she's better off without her father?

Grace: It's nice to meet you, Joey. I'm Grace. And this little pain in the butt is Sammy. Joey: Guys' names for girls. That's cute. Grace: You sound like her father.

Sammy: You have pretty hair. Joey: Aw, thank you. You have pretty hair, too.

Joey: My father used to deal drugs. Mugger: (Laughs) Really? That's right. I think I saw him at a union meeting once. How's he doing? Joey: He went to prison. He's there right now. My whole life, I was trying to figure out why someone would do something like that. He had a wife, 2 daughters that thought he was a damn superhero. (Pauses) Maybe that's why I'm being so nice to you. I want to know why.

(To Joey, talking about love) Mugger: It's funny how things are always shifting like that. One day, you have the upper hand, you're in control, and... the next, you're totally at somebody's mercy.

Mugger: You smoke? Joey: No. My mom, lung cancer. Swore I never would.

Joey: Is there something I can do? Mugger: You have any heroin? Joey: Not on me, no. Mugger: Then shut up and leave me alone.

Mugger: (To Joey) You think this was an accident? This was no accident, sweetheart. I mean, I get hit by that car after I do something crappy to you. Kicked in the ass by karma.

Mugger: I ain't going to jail. Joey: No, you're going to the hospital. Then jail.

Joey: I'm calling for help. Mugger: Yeah, right. You're gonna call the cops. Joey: Of course I am, but I'll ask 'em to bring a band-aid or 2. You need help.

Mugger: Hey, somebody actually married me. Joey: Sorry to hear that, for her sake. Mugger: Yeah, well, somebody's gotta fall in love with the drug dealers of the world.

Mugger: You and me might make a scorching couple. Joey: You must be dipping into your supply. Mugger: You cannot tell me that you don't find me the slightest bit attractive. Joey: Oh, yeah. You're a real catch.

Joey: Oh, you're a drug dealer. Mugger: Ooh, you say that with such disgust. Joey: Oh, I didn't know your industry was worthy of such honor and respect. Mugger: You know, I've got some clients that go to Worthington. Joey: Hmm. You should stop by sometime. We can catch up.

Mugger: (To Joey) Oh, you so want to punch me in the face right now, don't you? I mean, I understand, I really do, but I got bills to pay. Sorry if that's slightly more important to me than you buying yourself a new pair of Manolo Blahniks.

Mugger: What is your name? Joey: Joey. Mugger: Joey. I like Joey. I've always liked boys names for girls. It's cute. Joey: My parents will be thrilled. Are we done here?

Joey: Is that what you're gonna do? You gonna kill me? Mugger: I don't know. I haven't made up my mind yet. Joey: Well, in the meantime, get the hell off of me!

Mugger: So it's ok if I pat you down? 'Cause that might be kind of fun. (Joey reaches for her cell phone) Mugger: Oh, cool. Joey: Yeah, I hope you get a decent signal in prison.

Joey: 20 bucks. You scored. Mugger: Come on. You gotta be kidding me. This is barely bus fare. Joey: Guess I left my wads of hundreds in another jeans.

Mugger: I think we're gonna have to get past it. I mean, if we're gonna have a successful mugger/muggee relationship here. Don't you? Joey: Is there any chance that gun may accidentally go off in your pants? Because that would be really great.

Mugger: Rich little college girl like you... where do you go? Harvard? Wellesley? Joey: Worthington. Mugger: (Laughs) See? That's very nice. Joey: Doesn't make me any less broke at the moment.

Mugger: Hey. I'm not gonna mug you or anything, if that's what you're worried about. Joey: Good to know. Mugger: And I'm not about to force myself on you. I can get my own dates. Thank you very much.