Doug: You asked me what sucks most about getting older. Somewhere along the line, you just lose the butterflies. So the question is, little brother, what are you gonna do about it?
Pacey: Do?
Doug: Yeah, do, as in do something. Take action.
Pacey: You know, I don’t think you’re really properly grasping the gravity of this situation, Douggie. You see, if I was actually to do something about this, there is the strong possibility that the sun would cease to shine, that the tides would cease to rise. In fact, I’m betting there’s a pretty good chance that the very earth would crack open and Capeside would become home to a huge hell-mouth that would spew forth endless hordes of monsters and demons, that would choke the denizens of this city, making them fall to their knees, and pray for a return to the days before I took action. That’s what we’re really talking about here.
Doug: Hmm. Yeah, maybe. Look, Pacey, uh, in my experience, you don’t come across that many people with the ability to give you butterflies. You just don’t. And if you don’t tell this girl how you feel, well it’ll be like spending the rest of your life in your own personal prison.