Nachos! Joey sits on the counter of the snack shop and sniffs that she can't believe Pacey's actually eating K-Mart nachos. Believe it, Joey. Sometimes, you just want cheese from a can. She asks him why he's always eating during key moment of their relationship. "I don't know. Is this a key moment in our relationship?" he asks, shoving a chip in his mouth. Joey pouts that it would be if he'd just let her shave him. She holds out a cup and asks for some more soda, which Pacey fetches for her. "You know, I missed my true calling in life," he tells her. "Jerk?" Joey asks. Pacey makes a noncommittal nose. Joey clarifies that she meant, "soda jerk." Pacey knows that, he says. "It just really wasn't all that funny," he says. Then he offers her a pretzel. "No, I think those were probably made when I was a virgin," Joey says, wrinkling her nose. "Right, the good old days," Pacey says. Joey sort of raises a brow. "But you're right," he continues. "We probably shouldn't fill up on starches before we go raid the candy aisle." Joey gasps that they'll rot their teeth if they eat candy before bed! Hasn't she ever done anything even vaguely wrong? Pacey shrugs and tells her that they can brush their teeth after they eat all the candies. After all, K-Mart has everything. Everything! High quality, at low, low prices. Go to K-Mart now! Pacey will be waiting for you, and he'll love you. Joey has a thought. "Homework!" she says, and slides off the counter. "Come on. Bring the popcorn."

They sack out in the electronics department and watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. The credits roll and they both look vaguely depressed. "I thought this was supposed to be about the American dream," Joey mutters. Pacey just looks at her as she wonders what the hell she's supposed to say in class. He shrugs and tells her to throw the words "postmodernist" and "subjectivity" into the same sentence, and she'll be fine. Joey grins at him and snarks that she can see why he's so good at his job. It's because he's so full of shit. Pacey grins and tells her not to make fun of his job. He wants to do something active, he complains. Joey pouts that she's not roller blading or biking or letting him shoot hockey pucks at her head. Pacey sputters that they're totally harmless hockey pucks. "Pacey, I think the goal of the evening will be to avoid head injuries," Joey says primly. Pacey thinks for a moment, and tells her that he knows what they're going to do next.