Previously on Dawson's Creek
Auditions tomorrow.
Jen's your producer.
Yeah.
You were busy.
Since before the dawn of time,
I've been designated the black sheep of my family.
I can bring home the Nobel peace prize,
and it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference.
Let me pose for you.
You want to pose for me naked?
I should just give you this and go.
Tell her I was overwhelmed by her talent.
So was I.
I can be your father, Dawson.
And if you let me, your friend.
Your call.
You know, I think darts may be my destiny, Dawson.
Travel around the world
as an internationally renowned master of the darts.
I may have found my calling.
What you doing over there?
Hey, I've rewatched a bunch of movies
that I think really delve
into some complicated relationships.
I'm trying to, you know,
find some complexities in the characters in my movie,
layer them a little bit.
What's The Great Santini?
Classic dysfunctional father-son relationship.
It's a father who thinks his son's a screw-up, huh?
Yeah, pretty much.
Yeah, well, you can skip the blockbuster moment, Dawson.
You're going to get plenty of insight into that
on our little fishing trip this weekend.
Oh, come on.
Granted, your father's a little intense, but, you know,
you tend to exaggerate just a little bit.
The Great Santini bounces basketballs
off his son's head to make a point.
At least your father respects you enough not to do that.
Ah, yes, respect.
Do you respect your father, Dawson?
I'd hate to live in a world where I didn't.
That's not an answer.
Do you respect your father?
Oh, well, I mean...
You know, John Witter,
the most well-known and well-respected man
in Capeside.
He provides safety, fights crime,
locks up the bad guys,
helps little old ladies across the street.
How could you possibly not respect a man like that?
That's not an answer either.
A good, old-fashioned father-son fishing trip.
Why do I sense disaster?
I'll tell you what.
Why don't we
let the darts do our talking, huh?
If I can hit a bull's-eye with this dart,
you and I are in for a weekend of good fun,
big fish,
good old father-son bonding.
Best two out of three.
Dawson Leery.
Capeside's own cinematic wunderkind.
You aren't going to go forgetting us
when you become a bigwig out in lalaland, are you?
I wouldn't worry about that, Mr. Witter.
I'm sure you'll come back and visit Pacey
at whatever fast food joint he's flipping burgers at, huh?
The Witters all come from a long line
of illustrious professions requiring uniforms, right?
Dawson, I spoke to your pop.
I expect both of you on the dock at 0600 hours.
Now, come prepared both physically and mentally,
because you are going to be fishing
in the presence of greatness.
We are going to bring back the tournament trophy, Dawson,
or we are going to end our lives at sea,
in pursuit of the big one that got away.
Okay, well, I don't want to disappoint you.
My father and I are not exactly accomplished fishermen.
Dawson, I have no doubt,
with your brain and commitment to excellence,
you'd make a first-rate first mate.
See you tomorrow. In the meantime,
keep Pacey out of trouble, will you?
All right.
Aye-aye, Capitan.
Your father's classic, Pacey.
Oh, yeah, he's a classic, all right.
The man thinks my IQ matches my age.
Did you hear that crack about flipping burgers?
Pacey, he was obviously kidding.
How's your movie coming?
We're in hell right now.
Gotta scout locations, cast supporting roles,
scrounge for props and wardrobe,
realizing that the budget isn't really as big
as I first thought it was.
Hmm. Sounds like your typical pre-production chaos.
Actually, it's really not even chaotic.
Jen has everything under control.
She's like this troubleshooting dynamo.
She goes around just putting out fires before they even ignite.
Hmm. Well, she's never worked in a film in this capacity.
I mean, how does she even know what to do?
I don't know. She's got this, like, innate talent for it.
It's--it's causing me to step up my game s a director. It's great.
Oh, it's great. Yeah.
It's too bad she didn't work on your last movie.
I mean, think how much better it would have turned out.
I'm not comparing her to you. I'm just...
Working on that movie with you
was one of the best periods of my life.
I'm just, you know,
saying it's-- it's a surprise, that's all.
Yeah. Who would've thought?
Were your ears burning?
We were just talking about you.
Oh! Dare I ask?
I was just singing your praises, telling Joey
what an incredible job you're doing producing.
Thanks.
Yeah, uh...
I'll just leave you two professionals alone to collaborate.
No. Actually, Joey, uh, it's you that I was looking for.
Great. I got to go anyway.
See you.
Uh, Joey, I need your help.
Ok, uh, I promised Gale that I'd give her a hand
on this news report that she was doing--
Gale? Mrs. Leery?
Yeah. Yeah, she's, uh, doing a news report on teenage girls
as the new consumer phenomenon.
You know, what they think, what they like,
what makes them tick, blah, blah, blah.
So now in your spare time,
you're helping produce news reports for Gale.
Hardly. I mean, I wouldn't exactly say that.
She's--she's just letting me watch her in action,
and, you know, pick up a few tricks of the trade.
Uh, anyway, we really need girls
to come by Dawson's house tomorrow to, uh--
What? Spill their guts on local television?
No, no. Just answer questions
about what it's like being a teenager.
Joey, we really need girls who are...
Thoughtful and articulate and...
Nobody that I know speaks their mind
more eloquently and honestly than you do.
Look at this-- all these people
with profound connections to the sea.
I mean, the idea of the ocean, you know--
boundless, mysterious.
I'll tell you, life at sea is as romantic as love.
Kind of makes you want to Chuck it all and become a fisherman, you know?
You think fish is a viable career option for you?
Oh, maybe.
What's next, Dad, a fireman?
Permission to come aboard, sir.
Ahoy, mateys. Permission granted.
Hey, there, Mitch. How you doing?
Dawson?
Uh...hey.
You know...
God d--!
Dawson, I completely forgot to tell you something yesterday,
and you are just going to kill me for it.
Look who's being melodramatic all of a sudden.
Hey, guys. I'm sor--
Sorry I'm late.
Pacey, stern line.
Yes, sir.
All right, she's clear.
Hey, guys.
Thanks for coming. I'm really glad you could make it.
Couldn't resist seeing the hot new producer in action.
Well, I like that cameraman's angle, if you know what I mean.
Oh, god! Not you!
Rude. Where's the love?
We're going to get started in a minute.
This was a great idea, Jen.
This is going to be fun, don't you think?
I guess my little secret's out.
They don't exactly call me Ishmael.
You get it? Ishmael? Moby Dick?
Yeah. I read it.
Right.
Yeah, well, this is going to be a fun weekend.
So why'd you come, Jack?
Look, Dawson, I didn't realize you were going to be here.
It's a little late for me to make an exit now, and, um...
Survive, so...
Why don't you and I try to deal with our little problem.
There's no problem here, Jack.
I--I'm just...
Amazed at your confidence.
You know...
To leave your girlfriend alone this whole weekend
this early on in your relationship,
while things are still new and--and vulnerable,
and you're still trying to figure things out,
because it's right about now that some new guy,
some bumbling, naive, artsy-type is just going to come along
and steal her away right out from under your nose.
And trust me...that sucks.
Okay, what do you think is the most important issue
facing teenagers today?
Joey?
Anyone else?
Jen, could I talk to you for a second?
Yeah, sure, Gale.
We've been at this all afternoon,
and we've still got nothing.
Do you think the formality's making everybody uncomfortable?
I think that just having everybody in one room
is making everybody uncomfortable.
That camera equipment looks really heavy.
You must be built ram tough.
Nah, it's really not that heavy.
Okay, everyone, listen up.
Jen has this great idea.
Instead of doing this interview right out of the gate,
why don't we spend a little time bonding?
You know, make it a ladies night.
Ladies night?
How long are we going to be here?
Yeah, Abby's got to make the rounds on her broom.
And Andie's Mom might start roaming the city,
foaming at the mouth.
Hey, hey, hey,
let's just get to know one another a little better,
connect with one another as women.
Oh, god, I'm going to need a drink.
No alcohol.
I do have enough junk food in that kitchen
to fulfill anyone's cravings.
And it's all yours...
If you bear with me.
Gentlemen! This is not a pleasure trip.
You're not on a carnival cruise. We've got a job to do.
We need to work together like a well-oiled machine.
Somewhere out there is a fish.
A very big fish that's going to hitch a ride with us back to Capeside.
Mitch.
You and Dawson can work the port rigs.
Aye, aye, skipper.
Jackie Onassis there can handle the starboard.
So that makes me the odd man out.
Yeah.
You know, Dad, I may not be a charter member
of the national brain trust,
but I think I know how to handle a fishing rod.
Pacey, I need you to do everything else.
Rig the baits, raise and lower the anchor,
back up the anglers.
Your job is most important.
Who do you think raised the flag at Iwo Jima, general MacArthur?
No, it was the grunts.
Dad, we're fishing, not storming the beaches at Normandy.
This sucks.
A lot of things in this life suck, son.
It's my job to prepare you for that inevitability.
I'm bored.
I think it's time for a field trip upstairs.
Here's your opportunity to peruse the contents of Dawson's room.
Don't even try to pretend you're not interested.
Leave it up to Abby
to come up with the most obnoxious pastime imaginable.
Fine. I don't mind flying solo.
Catch you later.
No thanks.
You know, Dawson,
it's not imperative that you and I become friends.
Good.
Just thought it might be nice, that's all.
Know this, all right. I didn't steal Joey away from you.
I mean, you of all people should know that she's--
she's got a strong will,
and the intelligence of a Rhodes scholar.
She's not the kind of girl who lets herself get stolen.
Hey, you don't know anything about her...
And secondly,
if you think that things are over between Joey and me,
and done with, then you're severely delusional.
Maybe.
The fact of the matter is, Joey and I have something.
You know what? I like it.
If you have any respect for Joey,
you'd better respect me.
I think I'm on the verge
of uncovering scandalous contraband.
Yep, I think I've hit pay dirt.
Guys!
Hey!
Uh, guys...
Guess what I found tucked behind Jaws.
Good Will Humping.
Whoa, whoa, John, I think I got one!
Oh, damn.
Where's the new pole?
It's on the starboard side.
What? It doesn't matter which side the pole's on.
This is what I mean, Pacey.
It's the same thing with you, over and over again.
The simplest instructions in the world,
and you find any excuse not to follow them.
How do you expect me to give you more responsibility
if you can't even adhere
to the most rudimentary directions?
When I speak, you listen.
Don't think, just do.
Please, I'm not asking that much.
Now that I've finally shaken Jack
for two seconds, can you tell me
what the hell were you thinking inviting him?
Listen, man, I'm sorry, okay?
Andie's been nagging me incessantly about including the guy.
He doesn't know any guys in town,
and their mother
just keeps on getting worse and worse.
I guess I took pity on him.
All right. That's fine.
How could you forget to tell me?
Pacey, come on.
I could use a little bit of preparation time
before facing my adversary--
You know what? Screw you, Dawson. Not all of us can be
the fair-haired embodiment of perfection.
Not everybody gets "wunderkind" and "genius" attached to their names.
Some of us are just simple-minded folk
trying to make it through the day
without breaking something.
Oh...
You are aware that where this tapes begins,
Dawson finished.
Finished what?
Shaking hands with the unemployed.
Boxing the bald- headed bishop.
Test-firing the missile.
Okay, I got your point, guys.
Ugh, how does she do that?
I'm not that limber.
Oh!
Where do these women come from?
What sort of career is this?
Hey, getting paid for something
you're good at,
something they love...
Hey, Jen, in a couple of years, that could be you.
You know what? That's really not funny.
I didn't say anything.
Hey, ladies.
What you watching?
Um... nothing.
Uh, we're watching, uh...
An educational video for school.
It's, uh... We're studying human anatomy.
No, it's a porno we borrowed
from Dawson's video collection.
Mrs. Leery,
you have to face the music.
Your son is a pervert.
Abby! What? I'm not going to lie.
Unlike some people, I do have morals.
I think we should leave poor Dawson's room, don't you?
What?
Joey?
Um...
I've played armchair psychologist
for so many hours,
trying to analyze
why you're so consistently hostile to me
in your actions and in your attitudes,
and the only theory
that I've been able to come up with
is that you somehow felt...
Threatened by my relationship
with Dawson,
but that theory just doesn't stand up anymore.
I mean, you won in that rivalry, Joey, hands down, and...
I just want to know
why you're still treating me
like I'm this vixen that came into town
and stole away your one true love.
You are so disingenuous.
What?
You want our relationship to change, Jen?
Then stop encroaching on what's mine.
I mean, you systematically
continue to recast yourself in my role.
I mean, every time I turn around,
I'm replaced by you in some form
and then you feign shock and surprise
when I resent you for it.
How have I replaced you, Joey?
Oh, well, first you were Dawson's girlfriend,
and now you're his producer,
his collaborator, his best friend.
I mean, you've adopted
his interests and his dreams,
and now his mother.
I mean, what's next? Are you going to get a job
at the Ice House and take up watercolors?
I love how you demonize me, Joey,
instead of recognizing your own rampant insecurities.
Fine. Maybe I am slightly insecure,
but maybe you just won't own up to your own motives.
See, when Dawson chose me,
I think your ego was bruised,
and deep down,
you still want to win.
You still want him back.
All right.
Now, although today's display
of angling ineptitude
reached a new low,
we'll put it behind us.
You hear that?
What?
There's a dart board calling my name.
Who's man enough to go toe-to-toe with the master?
Come on, Mitch. You and me, buddy.
I'll give it a try.
Drop anchors there, boys.
I hope my dad doesn't have too much fun.
Otherwise, by tomorrow,
he'll be drawing up plans
to open a seedy dockside tavern.
How can you possibly find justification
to criticize a man like your father?
I'm afraid his midlife crisis isn't going to end.
He's going to wind up a homeless street mime.
What the hell is your problem?
Well, you don't...
You don't see what's going on, Dawson?
Come on, nobody's that oblivious, not even you.
Tell me whatever it is you have up your ass.
Because you're about to rip the felt, Pacey.
If you're mad at your dad, tell him.
If you're mad at me, let me have it.
It's just that simple for you, is it, Dawson?
You can just go up to your dad and say,
"Gee whiz, pop, I have a problem.
Let's talk about this heart-to-heart, man-to-man."
That's your wonderful life, not mine.
You've gotten a glimpse into the hell that is my life.
So why is my mere presence
suddenly a detriment to your happiness?
Because Mr. Witter's put you up on such a towering pedestal
that you're a what, mere presence, Dawson?
Come on. It's an icon Pacey can't possibly live up to.
It's your shot.
Adults idealize their childhood,
and that leads to censorship.
Thank you, Abby.
So, Andie,
why do you think teenage girls are such trend-setters?
- Well-- - Well, it's not because
they're so cutting-edge. It's because they're insecure,
and popular culture capitalizes on that.
Girls think, "If I go out and buy this lipstick,
"or if I watch that TV show
"or listen to this music,
I'll be popular."
I mean, look around this room.
Every one of these girls
is incredibly insecure.
I mean, I can't even speak my mind anymore
without stomping on somebody's feelings.
I make a cancer joke, and Joey gets upset,
or I make a crazy joke,
and Andie gets upset,
or you make a crack about ho-bags,
and Jen starts humping the couch.
Oh, screw you, Abby.
See what I mean?
Okay, stop rolling, Perry.
Abby, I think that we've heard enough of your opinions,
so thank you for coming.
You're asking me to leave?
Uh, you can't be kicking me out,
because what about sisterhood
and all that bunk about female bonding?
Good night, Abby.
What kind of journalist are you?
Oh, I know, a trashy one
that sleeps around.
Hey.
Hey, Dad?
What are you going to do?
Well, I thought I'd just sleep right out here
under the stars.
I mean, with, you know...
With the restaurant,
and, um, your life.
Oh.
I wish I knew.
Are you okay for money?
Yeah, for now.
I've got to be honest.
I mean, uh...
As glad as I am that we can have this...
This father-son bonding moment,
I'd think a weekend fishing trip
would be the least of your priorities.
I mean, shouldn't you be out trying to...
Procure some kind of employment,
or at least establish a game plan?
I'm sorry you're disappointed in me.
I...
Want to be the kind of man
that you can respect,
but I don't know.
I mean...
There must be something out there, mustn't there?
Something for me.
Something that I can
put my heart and my passion behind.
Now, I can't stop looking for that...
Until I find it.
Good game, Pete.
Where'd everybody go?
They all went back to the boat.
Come on, Pace. You and me.
A good ol' father and son one-on-one.
You're drunk, Dad.
Look, Pace...
I know you think I'm being hard on you,
but it's my job to protect you.
Come on. Show me what you got.
Let's go.
Let's see what you can do.
This is youth against the master, huh?
You ready?
Master, huh?
Watch this.
Yeah, watch this here.
Ready?
Now, there.
That's just
to warm you up a little bit.
Warm me up, huh?
Watch this, guys. Watch.
Shake out that arm, you know?
Come on.
Sorry, you know?
Don't try or nothing there, Pace.
You got to... Come on.
Watch how it's done.
Beat that.
Must be tough losing to your second born, huh?
All right, watch this. Watch this.
It's done very simply.
Yes!
Beat that!
Beat that.
There's nothing wrong with losing, Pace,
as long as you do it gracefully.
Gregory, give me a drink! I won.
Thank you, Robert, thank you, thanks.
I think that Abby was right.
I mean, about the fact that...
That the reason
that teenage girls are such consumers
is the fact...
I mean, it stems from insecurity.
I, uh, have this need to look and be perfect.
My home life is in total chaos,
and I feel like if I get straight as,
or if I'm involved in every activity, then...
You know, people won't know that I'm this fraud
and that I have no idea what I'm doing
and where I'm going.
When I first came here from New York,
I felt relief.
Trying to compete in that...
Hyper accelerated world...
I mean, I was in the fast Lane,
to self-annihilation.
And then when I got here,
I figured
that maybe I didn't have anything to prove
and that I could finally slow down,
but having all that experience just came back to haunt me.
I mean, in New York, I was the...
Precocious ingenue,
and in Capeside,
all I'll ever be known as is the New York wild child
and the town slut and the bad girl.
So when somebody comes along who has...
Has seen things that I've never seen
or experienced things that I've only dreamed about,
my defenses go up because...
You know, I can't compete with that.
Uh, I just...
I think I'm just Joey Potter.
You know,
the small-town girl
who will live and die in the creek,
and, you know,
as much as I completely disdain that identity,
you know, it's all I've got and...
And I don't know,
so if I ever feel like, you know,
somebody is going to steal
that measly bit of self that I have
or...
You know, that... That small amount of love
that I've somehow managed to accumulate, I...
I feel threatened and...
And I go for the jugular.
I admit it.
Hey, Dawson?
Jack...
Whatever it is, I'm tired.
I've had enough drama for one day.
No, I think I'm going to be nauseous.
You're sick?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's...
The boat's just still rocking.
I've been trying to play it cool, but...
Ever since I set foot on this boat,
I've just wanted to barf.
I know the feeling.
This wasn't exactly how I envisioned
this whole father-son outing.
I wouldn't know.
I haven't had a father-son weekend
in a long time.
Where is your dad, Jack?
I'll tell you where he's not.
He's not here.
Of course if you ask my mother or my sister,
they'll tell you he's up in Providence,
taking care of the business.
The truth is,
he's up in Providence because he left us.
I know how that feels.
Dawson, your father moved up the street.
My father's gone.
Try and put that in perspective, huh?
Whoa! We've run aground.
I guess this is as good a time as any
to have that father-son talk.
So...
How you doing in school, Pacey?
Well...
Actually, Dad, I'm doing all right.
You know, I'm really turning things around.
It turns out I'm pretty smart.
Maybe I'm college-bound.
Good man, Pacey. I always knew
you'd turn out to be something.
How are the ladies treating you?
Well, I met this woman.
Is she cute?
Cute? Man...
Oh, Andie's beautiful.
She's smart, she's funny...
I tell you, this girl is really something special, Dad...
And for whatever reason,
she seems to think I'm pretty special too.
So why can't you see that?
Hmm? Why can't you see me, man?
When did you give up on me? When I was 5?
Hmm? 10, 12?
I'm 16 years old, Dad,
and I'm here, and I'm not perfect, man,
but I try so hard for you.
I just...
It's your job.
It is your job to love me,
no matter who I am or what I become,
because you're my father.
You're my dad.
You're supposed to love me,
you son of a bitch.
I can't do this by myself.
Whoa. Hey.
What?
What do I do?
Get your hands on the rod.
All right, we all pull on three.
One, two, three.
Don't panic.
Get your back straight in that chair.
Let her run for a second.
When she slows down, pull up the tip.
Ready? Go.
Now you go down, reel.
Reel, reel, reel, reel, reel.
That's a big-ass fish you got on there, Jack.
All right, reel it, reel it, reel it.
You do it, you do it.
What?
You do it. Here.
All right, give him some line.
You've got
a King Mackerel out there
the size of Texas.
Keep him coming, keep him coming.
Yes.
Come on, come on. Come on.
Oh, man.
Good, good, good.
Joey, I...
I want to thank you for everything.
I just... I can't tell you how much it meant to me.
No problem.
Um...
I'm going to go home now.
Um, honey?
I, uh...
I have a confession.
As I was listening to you girls
talk so beautifully
about your fears and your dreams,
I started feeling a little bit sorry for myself.
Why?
I don't know. I...
I think because I've always wanted a daughter.
I mean, I love Dawson more than life, but...
You know, men are men, women are women...
Right. The great divide.
But then I realized I have you.
You're my surrogate daughter, Joey.
I have always felt that way,
and, honey,
I am so proud of the woman you've become.
Come here.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Abby?
What are you still doing here?
I'm waiting for my mom.
She thought I was spending the night.
Have you been out here all night?
What do you care?
I don't care.
I bet you don't.
Well, Abby, what do you expect?
I mean, your favorite pastime
is making my life a living hell.
That's not what I do.
I play such a crucial role in this little circle,
and you guys are just too unimaginative to notice.
I'm the girl everyone loves to hate.
I'm the scapegoat.
The one you can take out all your anger and aggression on
and never lose a moment's sleep over.
Uh, excuse...
You have it mixed up, Abby.
You trash us.
You're mean.
Well, being sweet is boring.
I don't have family lives
like you guys.
My mom isn't a lunatic.
My dad isn't in prison.
I'm not the prodigal daughter from New York.
My parents' divorce is boring.
My house is boring.
There's no intrigue, no drama...
So you know what?
I create drama,
and I think it's a valid extracurricular activity.
Abby, you don't even realize how lucky you are.
I mean, what you have, I've always wanted,
I've always dreamed of.
A normal life
with regular parents and regular problems.
The grass is always greener, right?
Hmm. Interesting.
Yeah. Whatever.
Well, my mom's here, so...
Guess I'll see you in school.
Do you need a ride or something?
Sure.
Thanks, Abby.
Hey.
Um, listen...
You know, Joey, there's a couple of things--
No, let me talk.
Look, I've been thinking.
I know, I've been thinking too.
No, I've been thinking more, okay?
Okay.
I've been thinking that...
It kind of sucks that...
The people who I respect the most are...
The people
who I've become most competitive with,
and, um...
I wish there was some way to...
Kind of...
You know, for all your thinking,
you're not being very articulate.
I'm trying to apologize here.
I know, I know, and I'm kidding.
Joey, I'm sorry.
I mean, I totally understand what you're trying to say,
and, um...
And I think that you're right.
I think that we have been locked in a stalemate
for way too long,
and, um...
And I think
there's room in Dawson's life for me...
Without replacing you.
Listen, Jen, um...
You know, we can sit here
and rehash all of our old problems
and psychologically deconstruct all of our petty rivalries,
but...
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
Is that...
I respect you.
I respect who you are.
Thanks, Joey.
Sure.
You too.
Way to go, John!
See you, Jack.
Yeah, see you, Dawson.
Put up a hell of a fight,
didn't she? Huh?
I will never, as long as I live,
forget the feeling of adrenaline
that I got when I got that good, solid tug on the line,
and I knew that that fish
had surrendered to the greater power.
Here. You take this, Pacey.
Thanks.
Be proud of yourself.
Enjoy this moment.
You probably won't have many more like it.
Jimmy, how are you?
Do you have any idea how many times
I've set myself up for that one?
I mean...
Over and over and over again.
I just can't seem to stop myself
from trying to get one unqualified "good job, son"
out of that bastard.
I really must be a simpleton.
I know it's not the same, but...
There are people in your life
who recognize and respect
your talent and intelligence,
and one of them's
standing right in front of you.
The other one is probably
sitting in her bedroom right now,
having a perky coronary
in anticipation of your return from the sea.
Yeah.
Thanks, Dawson.
Listen, Dawson,
father-son relationships
are excruciatingly complicated.
I've spent my entire life trying to figure out
the dynamic I have with my own father,
but I'll keep trying...
Until the day I die...
To do the best I can...
To be the best father to you
that I know how.
Dad, I know.
Thank you.
For what?
For...
Allowing me to make a multitude of mistakes,
and never making me feel inadequate.
I mean, uh, I know that
my ability to dream without boundaries
comes from you.
And...
You've never disappointed me.
Okay, I mean, I worry about you,
but I...
I respect you
more than anybody I've ever known.
I know, especially after today,
how lucky I am to have you for a father.
Come here.
Come on.
Don't get all sappy on me. Come here.
Thank you, Dawson.
Good night, son.
Good night, Dad.