Previously on Dawson's Creek
Pacey Witter is a student of yours?
Yes, he is.
There have been allegations of a sexual relationship
between yourself and Mr. Witter.
Is a farewell kiss permitted?
Okay.
Go ahead, I'll lock up.
Do you think you can handle it?
What the hell. Thanks, Jack.
If you can't handle being
in the same room with me...
I can handle being in the same room with you, Jen,
I just can't handle you throwing yourself at me.
Don't you find it humiliating?
Dawson.
What?
What are we doing?
What does it look like we're doing?
It's just not working.
I mean, I'm freezing, and there's bugs.
Can't we go somewhere else?
Where? We can't go to my house, and we can't go to your house.
So our options are kind of limited.
I know, but I just feel too Swiss Family Robinson.
I mean, I'm a twentieth century girl.
In order to make out, I need some music,
some mood lighting, and some climate control.
Where's your sense of romance?
We've got...
Gorgeous moonlight... Shimmering on the water.
We've got stars overhead,
crickets chirping.
We've got... Wind in the trees.
If you get cold, you've got me to keep you warm.
Dawson.
What?
You are so cheesy.
You don't like it?
Are you kidding?
I find it unbearably sexy.
I was actually beginning to think
this whole restaurant idea of yours was just a pipe dream.
Not if I can find the proper location.
This woman swears I'm not going to find
a better deal than her warehouse.
Where are you meeting her? Right here.
She said she'd meet me at 8:00.
Dawson.
Ms. Jacobs.
Well, I'm not your teacher anymore, Dawson.
You can call me Tamara.
Tamara Jacobs, I'm Mitch Leery.
We spoke on the phone.
Yes. Mitch. Hello.
Are you moving back into town?
No, I'm just in Capeside for a few days,
to sell this property.
Oh.
Well, I--I should get to school, so, uh...
Bye, Ms.--t-Tamara.
Pacey, hey. I need to talk to you.
Let me guess. You and Joey are having another lovers' spat,
you want my opinion. Here it is--
Joey is being sarcastic and oversensitive,
you are being self-absorbed and suffocating.
Problem solved.
It has nothing to do with Joey and me.
This has to do with you.
What, do I owe you money again?
No. My dad and I were walking downtown
and we ran into somebody.
Who? Hey, look who the cat dragged in.
Hmm, nice to see you, too, Pacey.
Don't worry. I'm just here to get a few books out of my locker,
and I'll be on my merry way.
So tell me, Dawson, who was it?
We should really talk about this in private.
Oh, god. I gotta go.
If I'm late for Mr. Maddock's class again,
he'll have an aneurysm.
I'll catch you after school.
I gotta meet Joey for this art thing.
Ah, the sacrifice we make for young love.
Listen, man, just talk to me later.
Yeah...
Hey, Jack.
Hi, Joey.
Bad news. Sitter called and canceled on Bessie,
so we can't open this afternoon.
But the good news is you have the day off.
Ok, or we could open anyway?
Well, I'd love to, but, uh...
Bessie's at home with the baby,
I have to go to an art lecture after school,
so there's nobody there to cover all the tables.
Well, there's me. I can do it.
You? Inspector Clouseau?
What? You don't think I can handle it?
Jack, ever since we hired you,
it's been nothing but a slapstick comedy.
I mean, you drop dishes, you misplace orders,
you fall all over yourself.
Why don't you just terminate me if I'm such an incompetent moron?
We don't want to terminate you, Jack,
it's just...
All right. You can open.
Bessie will be relieved, and it'll be like a test run.
Just, uh...
Don't set the kitchen on fire or anything, ok?
Yeah, well, uh, thanks for that unqualified vote of confidence.
Oh...
No, Abby, would you get that out of my face?
Oh, come on! It's allowance time,
and I feel a major buying binge coming on.
So, tomorrow, get your pocketbook
and a pair of sensible shoes,
and let's go blow some serious dough.
You know, I really don't feel like shopping.
Don't feel like shopping?
No.
You don't feel like shopping, and you call yourself a woman?
I'm just not feeling all that festive, all right?
My plan is to spend the weekend in bed,
counting my ceiling tiles.
Oh, please don't tell me this has something to do
with your ludicrous Dawson Leery fixation.
Jen, dammit! You're such an ass!
Shh.
What is so great about Dawson Leery?
He's just a guy with a motor mouth and a limp Billy club.
Turn over a rock and find yourself another guy.
The whole world's crawling with them.
Look, it's not that easy, ok?
I mean, I got rejected. It hurts.
And to make matters worse,
that whole Dawson-Joey-Pacey troika,
I just hate being on the outskirts of it,
you know, I mean, I used to...
Fit in.
Count your blessings. Those people are boring.
Yeah. Yeah, well...
I guess I just need a few days
to nurse my narcissistic wounds.
Jen?
You've had a few days.
You're practically in hibernation.
Winter is over, Jen. Come out of your cave.
And I need you this weekend.
What could you possibly need me for?
All I'm gonna do is rain on your parade.
Well...
Shopping for me is like deep sea diving.
It's dangerous, and it's exciting,
and if I do it alone, I may never come up for air.
Please don't let me go by myself.
I could drown in a sea of dresses and hair gel.
McPhee.
I didn't know you were a closet movie freak.
I just kind of thought you were a freak in general.
Ghost. The Way We Were. Pardon me while I gag.
Oh, my god! Dumbo!
Ok, so I have a grade school mentality
when it comes to movies. Get off my back.
No, no. I love Dumbo.
You love Dumbo?
Are you kidding? It's in my pantheon of all-time favorites.
I cried when I saw it as a kid.
You cried during Dumbo?
Are you joking me? I bawled my head off.
I mean, god, the way those other elephants made fun of him
for those fat, floppy ears,
and then he loses his mother.
Oh, my lord. That's one of the saddest movies ever.
This is really strange.
What is?
Well, just when I've written you off for good,
you drop this whole Dumbo bomb on me.
Hey, you know, I'm outta here, and I got no plans, so...
What do you say we, uh, go out, walk around town or something?
Yeah, right. What's the joke?
No joke. I got no plans.
And, believe it or not,
I'd rather spend the afternoon exchanging barbs
with a brat like yourself than flying solo.
So pinch yourself. It's your lucky day.
You in?
Well, uh, yeah. I might as well.
Well, unless you have your heart set on watching Dumbo.
Nah. I've seen it, like, 700 times.
You're not gonna throw me
in front of a bus or anything, are you?
That's an interesting idea. I hadn't thought of that.
I'd like to close with this piece, Winter Mist.
It's Jarvis' most famous work.
No one can deny-- after looking at this exquisitely tuned surface,
the juxtapositions of color and shape,
the visceral intensity of his line--
that Jarvis was in complete control of his new technique.
Sadly, 3 weeks after Jarvis completed Winter Mist,
he died from alcohol poisoning.
Despite his untimely death,
Jarvis left a lasting impression on the art world,
and his reputation as one of the great abstract expressionists
of the twentieth century will live on. Thank you.
The lecture was great, wasn't it?
It was...
Certainly prolonged.
You hated it.
Oh, I--not at all. I mean, I just... You know...
I just don't think abstract expressionism is really my thing.
Your thing?
Yeah, I just, I don't know,
it just seems so...
Unresolved.
Unresolved?
Yeah, I mean, it's just a blob of paint
that offers up more questions than answers.
"A blob of paint," Dawson?
Well, like Winter Mist, for example.
I mean, what is the ultimate emotion expressed in that painting?
Dawson, news flash: Just because a painting
doesn't have a beginning, a middle, and an end,
like some assembly line, summer-release popcorn movie,
does not mean that it's not charged with emotion, ok?
Well, I guess I like my art with a verdict.
Something specific, concise, and to the point.
Like romanticism.
I can totally get into romanticism,
if you know what I mean.
Yes, I know what you mean.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Laura. Great lecture.
Did you really like it?
Yeah. It was awesome.
Tomorrow I'm teaching an art class.
If you guys are interested in auditing,
you're more than welcome. I've got to work.
Joey, how about you?
I'm afraid my artistic skills peaked in the third grade.
Oh, it's a beginner's class.
You don't have to be Picasso, just willing.
This truck literally appeared out of nowhere,
and I didn't see it, and now my Saab's back in the shop.
I can't believe you had another accident.
You are officially the world's worst driver.
Pacey?
Pacey, what is it?
Hello, Pacey.
Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?
Hi. Tamara Jacobs.
Nice to meet you. I'm Andie.
Pacey was a former student of mine.
Yeah, uh...
I was her teacher and--
No, I was her student
and she was my teacher.
Well, I'm late for an appointment.
It was really nice to see you, Pacey.
Yeah, likewise.
And nice to meet you, Andie.
Take care.
Pacey, what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Um...no. It's just I haven't seen her in a while,
and she was my teacher.
Your teacher. Did she flunk you or something?
No, no. Uh...listen. You know what, Andie?
I think I'm going to have to take a rain check on this.
I'm really sorry, but I gotta go, ok?
What? Are you serious?
I'm onto you, Joey.
What do you mean?
How many other talents have you been hiding from me?
Please. It's an apple and a banana.
It's hardly the second coming.
You can be as self-deprecating as you want.
Doesn't change the fact that you're a natural.
You, my friend, have a gift.
I can feel my head swelling as you speak.
Do you draw much?
Uh, when I was little, I did.
I wanted to be like my mom. She was an artist.
Was? Why did she stop?
She, uh--she didn't. She, uh--
She died.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Joey.
That must have been...
Incredibly difficult.
When?
A few years ago. She had breast cancer.
She was an artist?
Sort of. I mean, she taught herself.
She wasn't a professional like you.
She just kind of... Did it for fun.
I remember she used to draw pictures from my favorite stories
and hang them in my room.
So, art must be in your genes?
I don't know. I guess.
Well, if you enjoy this, Joey,
I think that you should really pursue it.
I could recommend some great classes.
Ok, why the look?
Are you serious?
I'm very serious.
And you know what? You should take yourself a little more seriously.
I mean, I may not be a great artist,
but I like to think I have an eye,
and my eye says you're good.
Why, when you say that, do I suddenly feel overcome with anxiety?
Because with talent comes responsibility.
And you owe it to yourself
not to let this talent go to waste.
Be right there.
Hey, Dawson.
Andie. Hey. Come on in.
I'm just-- I'm having a domestic spell.
What are you--what are you doing here?
Uh, what am I doing here?
I was in the neighborhood,
and I was wondering what the English assignment is for Monday.
So I thought you might know, and...
Here I am.
It's the first chapter of Gulliver's Travels.
Cool. Great.
I'm going to go home now and read it. Thanks.
Andie? Andie?
Are you sure that's why you came by?
I don't really know you, Dawson, but...
If I ask you something,
do you swear that you'll keep it in the strictest of confidence?
Yeah. Absolutely.
Has...
Pacey said anything to you about...
Possibly liking someone?
Liking someone?
Liking who?
Liking...ooh, I don't know. Me?
Uh, not that I recall.
Oh.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't like you.
He could very well like you.
He just doesn't say anything to me.
Why? Do you-- do you like him?
Me? Like Pacey?
No way...well...
Maybe. Possibly.
Why don't you just... Tell him?
I could never, ever tell Pacey that.
I mean, he's a pig. He's obnoxious.
There's just no way.
And you have to swear to me that you will not tell him either.
Why do I feel like I'm in second grade?
Dawson, please.
Ok, I won't say a word, I swear.
But I've known Pacey a long time,
and that obnoxious pig behavior is sometimes his attempt at flirtation.
Really?
Yeah.
Ok.
Thanks. I'll see you around.
Now, that was what I call a shopping spree.
I can't believe I blew my entire monthly allowance
in less than 20 minutes.
That is a record for me, I think.
How are you going to explain it to your parents?
The usual.
I got mugged.
In Capeside?
You are crazy.
You love me, right?
I mean, this morning you had that whole hung-jawed,
woe-is-Jen thing, but now look at you.
You're smiling, you're laughing,
you've got new lipstick.
Aren't you glad you met me?
You know what I am?
I mean, I left New York because I couldn't handle being the bad girl anymore,
but, I tell you, if being the bad girl means not walking around
in a perpetual state of loneliness and depression,
then bad girl it is.
I'm glad I'm getting you back to your roots.
Oh, my god! Jen, don't look now,
but the biggest babe I've ever seen in my life
is sitting right behind you.
Mine. I called him.
No way, Abby. Look at the guy.
He's, like, twice your age.
Perfect. That means he's almost mature enough to handle me.
I'm so sick of these little boys.
I need a real man,
with chest hair and body odor
and illegitimate children scattered across the country.
Excuse me.
Hi, uh, what's your name?
Shut up.
Vincent.
Hi, Vincent. I'm Abby, and this is my friend Jen.
So you're eating alone?
Well, you're welcome to come join us.
We don't bite, unless we're asked to.
I'd love to join you ladies,
but I have to get to the docks.
The docks? What do you do there, sunbathe?
I'm a fisherman.
Got a 2-month stint on a long-liner, hauling swordfish.
Oh, so you're not from Capeside?
Well, if you ever want somebody to show you the sights,
give me a call.
Abby Morgan. 555-4026.
Thanks for the offer.
I didn't catch your name.
Jen.
It's nice meeting you, Jen.
You, too.
Hey, you.
Hi.
What's up?
Nothing.
That's not nothing. What is it?
It's a sketch pad. I was just doodling.
It's no big deal.
Well, what were you doodling?
Well, if you must know, a bowl of fruit.
It was something I was working on in Laura's class.
A bowl of fruit?
You're really getting into this whole art thing.
Well, let's see it.
No!
Come on. I don't think so.
Why not?
I like this new art interest.
You know, Joey Potter: Artist extraordinaire,
empress of all impressionism,
master of still life.
I hereby declare myself a full-fledged, madly enthusiastic fan
of your new hobby.
Dawson, why is it your obsession with movies is your life passion,
while my interest in art is a hobby?
Dah! I knew--I knew as soon as I said "hobby,"
that it was the wrong word,
but by the time I said it, it was already--
it was gone, and there was no getting it back.
You know, I really have to finish up, so...
I'll see you later.
Well, so you're just going to leave it like this?
Like what? Unresolved?
Yeah.
Why don't you just consider me a nonspecific,
incoherent, expressionistic painting?
Have a great day, Dawson.
Hi.
I was debating whether or not I should actually do this--
Uh, the "this" being coming out to see you 'cause...
You know, when we said "Hi" yesterday, it was, uh, a little...
Awkward.
And I don't know, I just thought that I should come--
Pacey?
Yeah?
It was supposed to feel awkward.
How about this? Is this supposed to feel awkward, too?
Mm-hmm.
And if we were to see each other a third time?
Oh, still awkward.
Oh, good. Well...
At least there's a science to this then.
Yes. It's what we ex-English teachers call
a classic "Pinter" moment,
where everything is said...
In silence...
Because the emotion behind what we really want to say is just...
Too overwhelming.
And, uh...
That's what we're having...
A "Pinter" moment.
Yes.
That's ok with you?
Well, silence is an acquired taste.
The more complicated life becomes,
the better it is to learn to say nothing.
Ok.
Then, uh, maybe we could have just
a couple more seconds of silence?
Sure.
Who was this Pinter guy?
Stay in school, Pacey.
Yes, Ms. Jacobs.
Want some breakfast?
No. I'll just have some juice.
I gotta go find Joey.
How are the two lovebirds?
Um, good... I think.
This art obsession is making Joey a little crazy.
I can't do or say anything right.
I made the mistake of teasing her about this art lecture,
she went Sybil on me.
Well, in my experience, Dawson,
erratic behavior of the female orientation
usually means the root of the problem is something unexpected.
It's probably not about art.
Go find out what it is.
Is this your Father Knows Best moment?
Oh, I have one in me every now and then.
Find her.
Talk to her. All right. Thanks.
Hello. Hey, Pacey!
The man, the myth, the legend.
Listen, Dawson, that little secret you had yesterday--Tamara?
You really should've told me.
I tried to tell you.
You were off and down the hall before I could get it out.
Well, you see, we got a situation here now
because I realized last night
that I'm not entirely over her.
Oh, boy. Um...
Pacey, I'm your friend,
and I want to be supportive and helpful,
but...the only thing I can think of
to say to you in good conscience is stay away.
You haven't even fully recovered from the gossip fallout
of your last completely illegal interlude.
There are girls your age.
There are girls who like you.
Would it be so terrible if you fell for one of them?
Like who?
Like the one who came to my house yesterday
and told me that she liked you.
Who?
I'm not supposed to say.
Dawson, I'm not in the mood. Who?
Andie. Andie likes you.
Andie hates me.
When a girl hates you the way Andie hates you,
it really means that she likes you.
That's basic kindergarten psychology.
Yeah, but that's different, Dawson.
Andie's a girl, ok?
And Tamara-- Tamara's a woman.
Exactly. Pacey, you should be with a girl.
Ok, look, I gotta go, and I'm really sorry...
But...I'm begging you, as your friend...
Don't go there.
Hey, Bessie, you think I could have the day off
since there's nobody here,
and there's this huge art exhibit at the college
I'm dying to go see?
Sure. I'll hold down the fort.
You are, without a doubt, my favorite sister.
I'm your only sister.
And hey, Joey, this place is dead.
Why don't you take Jack with you?
There's priceless art at this exhibit.
He could do some serious damage.
Just take him. I feel sorry for him.
He just sits around looking dopey.
Hey, Jack...
Do you know what an art exhibit is?
Heh...yeah.
Do you wanna go to one?
Sure.
This should be entertaining.
It's a great space.
Location's ideal.
With a little work, of course.
Well, I probably shouldn't be telling a prospective buyer this,
but I am eager to sell, so...
You're gonna get a good deal.
Trying to outrun some financial difficulties?
Eh-heh...
We both know my problems weren't strictly financial.
Yeah, well, since... You brought it up...
Um...
A student, wasn't it?
Yes, something like that.
Um...the ceiling needs fixing up,
but the windows are completely new.
From what I've heard,
you're no stranger to scandal yourself.
Only if your definition of scandal
includes your wife having an affair with her co-anchor...
But if you don't mind, uh,
I'd like to give that image a rest for the afternoon.
Understood.
Abby, we've been pacing these docks for, like, 2 hours.
What are we still doing here?
I'm starting to feel kind of stupid.
What do you think? We're looking for Vincent.
Who? Vincent.
The fisherman? The babe?
We're on hunk patrol.
Oh, my god. Abby, you've gotta be kidding me.
There's gotta be, like, a hundred different boats here.
We have no idea which one he's working on.
We're not gonna find him.
And, yeah, he may be good-looking,
but he's old enough to be your father.
Haven't you ever heard of statutory rape?
Oh, shut up.
We don't have to stay long.
I just wanna take a look around.
I know this must be incredibly boring for you.
Boring? Jarvis is, like, my all-time favorite expressionist.
Your favorite expressionist?
Yeah. You know about him?
Just that he was an alcoholic and he died young.
And he was a genius.
Look--amazing painter.
And you know what? He was severely manic-depressive.
So, like, half of his paintings are all...
Well, chaotic and--and colorful,
and the other half--
The other half are, like, real...
suggestive, you know?
But this--this one.
This is his most famous painting--
Winter Mist.
I--I love it when a painting can really affect you emotionally.
I mean...I find this one really intense.
What?
What--what are you looking at?
Nothing. I-- I just had no idea
you were such an art connoisseur.
What, you think my only talents are waiting tables?
No, 'cause if that was your only talent,
then you'd be completely talentless.
Oh, ho ho ho! I see.
So, not only are you shocked to find out I have a brain in my head.
You think I'm a terrible waiter on top of it?
You know you're a sucky waiter, Jack.
No way! I'm awesome!
All right. Maybe, every once in a while, I mess up an order--
Jack, "Every once in a while"?
You're a walking sight gag.
Sight gag?
Yeah.
Huh...well, I guess that's one way of looking at me.
But just like if some shallow person
stumbled across all these paintings
and labeled them, like...I don't know.
Messy... Or meaningless... You know?
But if you stare at the images long enough,
you can see they're filled with great power
and passion...
Intelligence.
I'm sorry, Jack.
For what?
For jumping to the wrong conclusions.
I mean, there's obviously a lot more to you than pratfalls.
Well, Joey... You ain't seen nothing yet.
Heh heh!
Ok.
There he is!
Hey there, Mr. Man!
We been looking for you.
You came all the way down here looking for me?
Aren't I a lucky guy?
You have no idea just how lucky you are.
What can I do for you, Abby?
You remembered my name.
I never forget a pretty face.
Well, we came down to invite you out.
I was thinking a night on the town is in order.
A little joyride up the cape.
There's a watering hole in Portsmouth
where we could throw back a couple of drinks.
I'm sure you've heard of it--whitey's?
It's all the rage with you laborers.
"Laborer." is that my designated label?
No. Don't take it the wrong way.
I love laborers. They're sexy,
and they know what to do with their hands.
Well, I'm gonna have to pass.
Pass? What do you mean? Why?
I'll tell you why.
I'm not interested in playin' some blue-collar pin-up
for some oversexed, condescending teenybopper.
Excuse me?
Thanks for coming by and slumming it.
Let's go.
Vincent?
Hey...Abby’s got a particular way with words that--
that sometimes the stuff she says comes out wrong,
but she means well.
Mostly.
Anyway, the only reason we came all the way down here
is because she likes you, so give her a break, would you?
It's Jen, right?
Yeah.
I have to be honest.
I don't like your friend.
I think she's a stuck-up phony
who wouldn't know a real man from a hole in the wall,
but you-- you're different. I can tell.
And if you'd like to, I'd be happy to take you out sometime.
But do me a favor--
Leave Abby at home.
Jen!
Jen, come on!
Hey, Jen...
Thanks for coming by.
I've actually started doing some drawings of my own.
Really? Yeah.
That's cool. I'd love to see anything you've done.
I mean, if you want to show it to me.
Well, there's not much to see, really.
Laura just had us working on a bowl of fruit,
which isn't the most inspiring subject matter,
to say the least.
See, you shouldn't be wasting your time
drawing things you're not passionate about.
Draw what you love.
What I love?
Yeah. That's what artists do.
They go to a place inside themselves,
and they find what inspires them.
You know? Draw what's important to you.
What are you doing here?
I was looking all over for you.
I went to the Ice House, and Bessie said you were here, so...
Uh...Joey, I'm gonna take off.
No. We can all walk back together.
No, that's cool. I've got some errands to run.
But listen, I had a blast.
Me, too. Thank you for coming.
Sure.
So, you want to check out the exhibit?
I already did, Dawson.
Do you want to show me the paintings you like?
Dawson, it's ok. I know this isn't your thing.
You earned your points just by coming. That's enough.
No...Joey... I wanna be here.
I wanna be with you.
Jo, talk to me. What's wrong?
I know I hurt your feelings
by being too flip about this art thing, and I'm sorry.
It was never my intention, believe me.
I'm just trying to be us-- Dawson and Joey,
who analyze and argue and debate and disagree.
You've put me in my place a thousand times about some movie.
Why can't we just interchange subjects?
It might actually be a refreshing change.
It is so much more than that, Dawson.
Then why are you closing yourself off to me? What's changed?
That's the point, Dawson!
Nothing's changed!
You, me--we're the way we've always been,
and I am so tired of it!
So...I looked up this Pinter guy.
Harold. Playwright. The king of subtext.
You say one thing, but you mean another.
We're big on that here in Capeside.
Heh heh. Yes, I know.
Do you think it's possible for us to have a moment
without all the subtext?
Uh...I don't know, Pacey.
Words have always gotten us into so much trouble.
Yeah. Well...
That's not gonna happen this time.
I bet you thought I came over to your house the other day
to pour out my wounded heart to you,
to confess just how much I miss you,
and to tell you that seeing you the other day
brought back all the old feelings.
But, really... I'm fine.
You know, I keep thinking
that I shouldn't be over this, but I am.
You know, sexually, we were pretty good together,
but in all other respects,
we were on 2 different planets,
and that's what I came to tell you the other day.
I'm fine. I've grown up.
You have. I see that.
So...heh...
I guess this is it-- the last big good-bye.
Good-bye, Pacey.
I think we could probably both benefit
from one of those silent moments right now.
Yes, I think so.
This Pinter guy was really onto something.
Whoo.
Yes, he was.
Um...Tamara...
You know what, Pacey? Uh...I have a buyer
coming here in, like, an hour,
and I really need to clean up this place.
Is that subtext again?
No.
Listen... I know it's over.
Ok? It has to be, but I just--
I need to know, um...
Ahem...oh, god...
Do you...Miss, uh...
Teaching?
Yes.
Very much.
Good.
Because I miss your teaching.
Very much.
Abby, I like your dress.
Did I tell you that?
Only about 300 times.
All right, I give up. What did I do?
Why are you punishing me?
I liked that guy. We went down there for me...
And you just stole him right out from under me.
I saw the looks you were giving him,
batting your eyelashes at him with the mascara I bought you.
Abby, that's not true. I didn't do anything.
And after everything I've done for you.
And, I mean, I like one guy-- just one guy--
And you can't step out of the spotlight
long enough for me to get him.
Look, you can have him, ok? I don't want him.
You're my friend. That's what's important to me.
Screw the crap. Friends don't compete over the same guy.
Don't blame me just because you got rejected.
I didn't get rejected.
That's your specialty, not mine.
Can we talk?
Yeah, if you explain what's going on.
You're scaring me, Joey,
and I'm afraid if I say anything it's gonna lead to a fight.
Dawson, look, I've been thinking
of how to make you understand my behavior lately.
You know, why I've been pushing you away,
but then I realized that I don't even know, Dawson.
All I know is that you are very important to me,
and this art thing-- whether it be a hobby or my life's passion--
is important to me, too.
It is the first thing other than you
that's been important to me in a long time.
Joey, that's great.
I'm glad you have that. I really am.
I just don't wanna lose what's great about us.
Dawson...
You've been everything to me...
And I have been your sidekick, your confidant,
your other half for so long,
and that's how our relationship works.
And it's a nice place for you, but for me, it's scary
because I realized that, aside from you, I don't have anything.
My entire life is attached to you, Dawson.
I was working on these sketches,
and somebody told me to draw what's important to me...
What inspires me, what I love...
And this is the only thing I could think of.
Joey...
Look--and that's not ok
with me, Dawson.
I care about you so much,
but if I ever lost you, I would be standing here,
totally void of anything else in my life.
I live in total fear of doing nothing, of going nowhere,
and that is why I shut you out.
Because if I can't have something to hold onto independently from you,
then I don't have anything at all.
First of all, I'm not going anywhere.
Secondly, I just want you to be happy.
Now, whatever that means, I'll provide it
or support it or be completely uninvolved with it.
I mean, whatever it takes.
I just want us to stop fighting.
Dawson, I wasn't fighting with you.
I was fighting with myself.
Part of me wanted to send you off from me,
and the other part wanted to hold you so tight.
Well, which part of you won?
Jo?
Dawson...
I don't mean to sound like a blob of paint, but...
Can we just let this one thing
remain unresolved for now?
How's the burger here?
Dawson told you, didn't he?
Don't play dumb.
When dumb people play dumb, it's very disconcerting.
Dawson told you what I told him,
and that's why you're acting so weird.
Just admit it.
I really have no idea what you're talking about.
Yes, it's true. I had a brief flash
of maybe feeling like I didn't, possibly, hate you.
Hmm, but it will pass,
so there's no need to get a big head or anything.
So, you think it'll pass?
It may pass. It most likely will pass.
Unless...no. It will definitely pass.
In fact, I think it just did.
Yep, heh. There it went. It's gone.
You like me. You really like me.
Pacey, please, stop torturing me.
I want to, but I can't.
There's just something about you, McPhee.
You bring out the sadist in me.
Don't you know that woman?
I did.
But not anymore.
So, anyway...