(At the Ice House)
Pacey: A dozen oysters, Joey, pack 'em up.
(Joey notices Anderson as he walks by.)
Pacey: And you could pack 'em up now, Joey. Hellooo? Joey? Hello? Anybody home?
Dawson:
Who is that guy?
Joey: Who's who?
Pacey: Uh, the guy that was breaking your neck.
Dawson: Who is he? Do you know him?
Joey: I've never seen him before. He's probably some rich kid who just stepped off his mommy and daddy's yacht or something.
Pacey: Could it be? Joey is finally noticing the opposite sex!
Joey: Shut up.
Pacey:
(shouts) Excuse me, young man! This woman here thinks you're
very attractive!
(Joey reaches over and covers his mouth.)
Joey: You buttplug.
Pacey: Forget it, Joey. Guys off yachts don't go for waitresses.
Joey: I'm going to kill you. One night in your sleep, a slit throat maybe, or a screwdriver to your temple. Be ready.