Previously on Dawson's Creek
You said it yourself, Dawson.
I'm a fantasy.
Of your own creation.
Remember your promise, okay?
You and me, together again,
happy, healthy,
and more in love than ever.
I'll remember.
You are not gay.
Yes, I am.
I have tried harder than you to be quiet,
and to forget it,
and to not bother my
family with my problem.
I'm gonna explode, man. My insides are gurgling.
Who gurgles at 16 unless they're gonna explode?
You're not gonna explode.
Really. How do you know that, huh?
Some guy in Norway
blew up in the middle of a supermarket last year.
Nervous anticipation doesn't cause spontaneous combustion.
Who said I was nervous?
Pacey, it's nervous that you're--
natural that you're nervous, man.
You see Andie in, what, less than six hours?
Five hours and 20 minutes, if the traffic's right.
Ok, so I'm a little nervous, man, but what do you expect?
Is her dad still letting you pick her up?
Absolutely. This train cuts at lunch.
You need some company?
Actually, Joey's gonna come with me.
Yeah. She wants to see Andie,
and per our conversation last week--
Absolutely. Please. Nobody welcomes
a Potter-Witter détente more than me.
Glad she has somebody.
It'll only help as Joey and I
weave our separate ways
through these pathless woods we call life.
Hey. Speaking of wood, Dawson...
What ever happened with a certain bus girl?
Don't ask.
She vanished. Disappeared.
Jonathan Krakauer-ed Into Thin Air.
You let her get away?
I had a slightly irate father to answer to, Pacey.
I'm lucky I got away with my life, you know.
So what's happened since?
With Eve? I haven't been able to find her.
Did you check down at the strip joint?
Embarrassingly, yes.
She doesn't even work there anymore.
Turns out she was a temp.
Strip joints have temps?
The only information I have about her is her first name,
and who even knows if that's for real?
That is really too bad, Dawson,
because Eve was the ultimate transitional woman.
How do you figure?
Well, you are coming off of an emotionally traumatic,
life-altering relationship.
The last thing that you need to be doing
is get emotionally involved again. Right?
But being that you are a young, virile,
increasingly buff teenage male,
you have certain wants and desires.
Enter Eve-- A gift from the gods on rebound high,
a curvaceous vixen who was meant for you to be explored
in only a sexual manner,
a femme fatale whose entire genetic coding
screams "objectify me."
I'm telling you, Dawson, if you ever find her again,
do not let her out of your... sight...
Dawson?
Eve.
Morning, Dawson.
Welcome to school.
Immediate thought-- What are you doing here?
At 11:00, I'm popping out of a cake
for Mr. Sax in AP History.
Duh. I'm, like, a student.
You are not.
What's the matter, Dawson?
Never seen a senior girl up close before?
I've seen plenty of senior girls,
but none of them looked like you.
Plus, you've gotta be at least--
Watch it.
Older than I am.
Somehow, I thought you'd be more excited
by my sudden appearance.
I'm... very excited. It's just that
it's usually followed by a sudden disappearance.
I mean...
Who are you, Eve?
First, you're this stunning passenger on my bus,
striking up conversation, and then...
You're wearing a wig,
serving cocktails in a strip club.
Now you're a senior at my high school.
You've got it all wrong, Dawson.
I'm none of those things.
I'm just a girl...
Standing in a janitor's closet...
Asking you to kiss her.
Late for bio. See ya.
Hold on.
Can I at least get your last name this time?
Hey! It's, uh, Leery, but you can call me Dad.
Listen, the principal and I were just talkin' about you.
We are in need of an honest student opinion.
Ok.
The pep rally's tomorrow, inarguably a critical event
in setting the tone for this football season.
And with the Minutemen having such bad luck
the last few years,
and in light of me being the new coach...
We thought we would do something to revolutionize this,
set this pep rally apart from all the other ones.
-So what do you think? -Sounds good.
I'm gonna need your help.
I'll see you in my office at 3:00.
Oh, hold on I--
Very wise of you to help out, son,
in light of the fact that you owe me.
It is so not my day.
Well, I can't thank you enough.
After a year with Jennifer,
having Jack was like boarding Saint Francis.
When does Andie get in?
Tonight. Pacey wanted to surprise her
and bring her home early.
She's made a full recovery then?
That's what the doctors say,
although they like to remind you that
with mental illness, you're never out of the woods.
Well, you've given that girl an excellent chance
by moving your business this way
so that she can stay in Capeside.
About that, Dad. I was wondering.
Maybe we could wait till the weekend
and move all my stuff back into the house.
Actually, that's what I've come to talk to you about.
Why don't I give you two a moment?
I was... thinking that... perhaps it-- it...
Might be better for you to stay here a while,
as long as it's all right with Mrs. Ryan.
You don't want me home?
You have a situation that works for you.
I don't think it's wise to disturb that.
You mean you have a situation that works for you.
The changes that you're going to make in your life now,
changes you have every right to make,
would be too difficult with me around.
Why can't you just admit that you're afraid?
You can't deal with having a gay son,
and having me around would mean doing just that.
Must you assume that every decision I make
is based upon my lack of character?
No. Just the ones that concern me.
Well, since this is still my home,
I suggest you leave.
Andie McPhee is scheduled to be released tomorrow,
not today.
That's why it's a surprise.
We try to avoid surprises.
The only way she leaves today is with her own written consent.
Which I will get if you'll just let me walk
in the door and talk to her.
And that will be tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.
When visiting hours resume.
Not a minute earlier.
You gotta be kiddin' me.
Does this look like a face that kids?
- This is ridiculous. - What happened?
Well, the clinic doesn't allow visitors after hours.
Subsequently, I can't talk to Andie, and subsequently,
I can't get her permission to take her home.
What?
Follow me.
You don't understand.
I have to see a doctor immediately.
This is a private care facility.
Unless it's a medical emergency,
we do not take walk-ins.
This is a moral injustice.
-I have psychiatric concerns. -Well, obviously.
Fine. If that's the way it is, I guess you'll just have to do.
Excuse me?
Well, somebody's gotta listen to me.
I've had a tough life, lady, and I have a lot to talk about.
See, it all started when I fell in love
with this boy down the creek.
And... that was after my mother died of cancer,
but before my father went to prison for the second time.
The boy's name was Dawson, and he was your typical,
over-analytical, adorable teenager,
who happened to be my best friend.
That's propaganda.
In a word, yes, and it's the only chance we have
of getting people into those seats.
Now, listen. Dawson, all I need right now
is somebody to recut this footage
into some sort of promotional film for tomorrow.
Now, your father says you're the man for the job.
Footage of what?
The Minutemen.
Our fearless champions of the turf.
Ambassadors of sport. Paragons of athletic prowess.
They're winless three years running.
Listen, I know what the reality is.
But the footage wouldn't emphasize what is,
but what could be.
The Leni Reifenstahl approach.
You know, the Nazis did this, too.
Dawson...
Throughout history,
film has proven to be a highly effective medium.
Now, Capra, he used it to recruit American troops
to fight World War II.
Annie Hall inspired countless scores of women
to start to wear men's apparel. I'm tellin' you--
You know what? I'll do it. I'll do it.
Can I-- can I go now?
Slow down, Buster Brown.
I'm warning you, this is the last time
I'm gonna chase you.
Ok, I spent a year chasing a woman.
It's a very bad habit.
I don't plan on getting into it again.
Oh, you're one of those, are you?
One of whom?
You know. Those guys who spend the rest of their life
comparing every relationship to their first one.
That isn't-- not entirely true.
So you're completely over her?
-Over who? -Nice try.
The brunette it took you all of 5 minutes
to bring up when we met on the bus.
Ok, I motion for a change of subject.
Motion denied.
Are you or are you not over your ex-flame?
Yes. I'm over her.
Sorry. Don't buy it.
Then why did you even ask?
To see if you'd be honest with me.
You weren't. I like that.
You like dishonesty.
What else turns you on, greed and corruption?
Sex. Sex turns me on, Dawson.
It tends to do that to people.
And you would know how?
I will choose to ignore that slight.
Maybe it wasn't a slight.
Maybe it was an invitation.
What are you suggesting?
Only the obvious.
A night of scorching-hot, unbridled,
mind-altering sex.
Just like that? I mean...
No first date, no months of getting to know each other?
Those are small town rituals for small town girls.
Let's face it, Dawson, we're hot for each other.
It'd be a lot of fun.
Who knows... maybe it'll even help you
get over that... certain brunette.
You're on.
Good. Now, I'll take care of the time and place.
You just take care of being prepared.
How do I find you in the meantime?
You don't find me, Dawson.
I find you.
It is so my day.
You'll see.
Ok.
Pacey?! Oh, my god.
What in the world are you doing here?
I came to surprise you.
Hooh! Yeah! Ok.
Oh God, it's good to see you.
Yeah!
Um...
Ahhh...
Oh... uh... Mark,
uh, Pacey, Mark. Mark, this is...
-Hi, man. -A big surprise.
Um... I thought my dad said
that he was gonna pick me up tomorrow.
Yeah, I know. I... we thought that--
Well, I thought--
Oh, well.
Uh, it-- it's dinnertime... for me.
Well... bye, Mark.
We'll talk soon, I hope.
We will.
Andie.
-Oh! Joey! Hi! -Hey.
-You came, too! -Yeah,
and if we don't leave soon, they're gonna make me stay.
Yeah. Uh, guess we should get you packed up, huh?
Right.
One, two, three, four!
We don't care if we don't score!
Five, six, seven, eight!
A few points would be really great.
That's all right. That's ok.
You're gonna work for us someday.
Go, Capeside!
What do you think?
Jen, this is for a pep rally.
Don't you think they should be s-slightly more...
-Peppy? -No, optimistic.
I know, Jack. I've tried.
Believe me, I've tried.
Think I want to be held responsible for killing off
the last vestiges of Capeside's school spirit?
But ever since they elected me leader of their little...
Junta...
All they wanna do are these nasty, sardonic,
self-aware cheers.
Worse, they've even started to dress like me.
It's like they're genetically predisposed
to having absolutely no identity.
Yeah. That's the blonde gene.
Not funny.
Oh, watch it!
This isn't fan appreciation day, folks.
We're not givin' the balls away.
Come on, Coach L. His arm blows.
-Let me in already. -Power down, Henry.
They're killing us out there.
We're running play action patterns against ourselves.
No one is killing us.
So, I thought that you weren't sure yet
whether or not you wanted to go home.
I mean, the point is, he should've asked me.
Oh, God! Look out!
What kind of father doesn't want his son
to live with him, anyway?
Trust me. Been there.
At least you have Grams.
So you do.
-And me. -Come on, coach!
For the last time, Henry, you're a second-string freshman
-who's lucky he's not on JV. -We don't have a JV.
In the instance Falk gets injured, that's when you start.
What about in the instance that he sucks?
Four laps! Now!
Oh, god! Look out!
Uh, Power Bars, Advil, Polaroid film...
Lifesavers. What else? What am I forge-- oh.
The, um... uh, condoms.
What was that?
The...
Condoms.
A pack of, uh...
Condoms?
You gotta speak up, son.
Uh... condoms.
We don't keep 'em behind the counter anymore.
Condoms... aisle six!
This is worse than breakfast cereals.
Big night, or you just stockin' up?
Uh...
Little of both.
Yeah, well... your prophylactic purchasing
has never been more difficult.
You know, used to be they just had 2 kinds--
regular and, uh, for those of us who needed 'em,
the magnum.
Huh.
Yeah. These days...
You got your ribbed, your non-ribbed,
your lubricated, your non-lubricated,
your thin, your ultrathin.
Sheepskin, extra sensitive,
nonoxynol-9, and... glow-in-the-dark.
Glow-in-the-darks don't work.
No kiddin'.
No. You gotta hold 'em up to the light for 20 minutes.
Who's got time for that?
And if you really want to blow her mind,
try the Brown Betty.
Oh, yes.
This is not happening.
Mark seems like a pretty nice guy.
What's he in here for, anyhow?
That's private, Pacey.
Come on, Andie, it's just us.
Let's not talk about Mark. Please?
That's just it. It seems a little odd.
You guys seem to be so close, and you never mentioned him
in any of your letters or your emails.
Pacey, drop the male jealousy thing.
It's a long walk home, Potter.
Is that what this is about? You're jealous?
How could I not be, Andie?
I've spent months counting the moments
until I can see you again, and the thought
that some other guy got to see you every day
and hear your stories and eat dinner with you
just kills me.
Well, we're together now, aren't we?
Finally the reunion kiss we've all been waiting for.
So... let's go.
Listen up! We're gonna run a touch game!
Now, touch... does not imply... half-ass.
I want you to run hard, keep your patterns sharp.
Ready?
Break!
-Coach. -Yes, Henry.
I'm second string.
Yes, Henry.
Which means I get to go in, right?
Yes, Henry. And seeing this is my one shot
at impressing you, I'd like to tip the odds in my favor.
Call in a ringer.
Uh, team's divided, Henry. There's nobody left.
Sure, there is.
Tailback, slant right. Z-post on one.
Jack, you run 10 yards out. Cut to the right flag.
Look over your shoulder. The ball'll be there.
You ready?
Break!
Ok.
Set...
Hut!
Nice! All right!
We should make Capeside around 10:00,
so place your station requests now.
-Alternative. -Classic rock it is.
You all right, Andie?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just happy to be with you
and to be going home.
How's the first day of classes goin' there, gorgeous?
Very well, I must say.
I missed you so much.
I missed you, too.
Mmm...
Hey, hey, hey. Get your hands off my girlfriend.
Get your hands off my sister.
-So about tonight... -What about it?
Well, I was thinkin' since it's your first Friday back in town,
you and I could catch a movie
and then stroll down to our spot.
Oh. Well, I was thinking
we could all grab dinner tonight,
you know, as a group.
Uh, sorry. I promised Jen
that I'd go to that, uh, pep rally.
Well, that could be fun.
Well, in case you forgot, we're a very non-spirited group,
and pep rallies are all about spirit.
So what about you and me?
Well, I mean, there's plenty of time for us to be alone.
I just kinda want to be around normal people right now.
You know, it's been a long time.
Well, what am I?
Well, she said normal people.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
You know, McPhee, if I didn't know better,
I'd think that you were trying to avoid being alone with me.
Uh, no. I mean, We can be alone after.
Or... or tomorrow.
Ok?
Ok. Bye.
I got a message you wanted to see me?
Excellent job yesterday.
Ah. thanks, Mr. Leery.
I prefer my players call me coach.
No way. No.
I want you to join the team, Jack.
You and Henry were amazing together.
-I don't play football. -Well, you fooled me.
Look, do I have to spell it out for you?
Yes. I think you do.
A gay kid on the football team.
Now, if that isn't a written invitation
-for ridicule, what is? -Come on, Jack.
One thing has nothin' to do with the other.
Oh, yeah, perfect world, maybe. That's not Capeside.
Look, I got this job on a lark, Jack.
Nobody wanted to coach a team
that had been so bad for so long.
And I thought, what the hell? It couldn't be any tougher
than the last year of my life, and who knows?
I might even like it.
But the chance...
Of actually winning...
That's somethin' I could really use right now.
And, Jack...
I think you could, too.
Not bad for a Sherpa imitation. Whatcha doin'?
Settin' up for tonight.
Or tryin' to.
Dawson, pray tell. Condoms?
Well, I'm sorry. It's just that
the list of things that I expected to find in your bag,
condoms falls somewhere between nuclear plans
and crack cocaine.
Curiosity begs I ask. Who is the lucky girl?
Privacy begs I ignore you.
Ever since Philly, somebody's been whistling
a very different tune.
It's a Dawson Leery for the new millennium.
A guy who's not afraid to use the words "good" and "time"
in close proximity.
Well, tell me, then, Dawson 2000,
are you ready for this good time?
And I don't mean in a Trojan kind of way.
How do you mean?
Sex isn't a one-way street, Dawson.
There's gonna be expectations where you're concerned.
Ok, any hot tips?
I thought that you would never ask. All right...
It's all about one word, Dawson-- Pacing.
Now, virgins either go too slow or too fast.
Now, which do you think you are?
How would I know?
Let's say that you have an ice cream sundae
right in front of you, but no spoon.
Now, it's 100 degrees out, and you're starving.
Do you lick the ice cream, or do you bite right in?
-Bite right in. -Too fast.
See, first you need to admire the sundae...
Watch the sundae.
And then just before it's about to drip,
you gently let your lips
lick around the exterior...
Savoring every inch.
You want to make that sundae last a long time.
But not too long, 'cause otherwise it ends up
all over the table instead of in your mouth.
But, Dawson, if you remember one thing,
let it be this...
If you don't get the whipped cream all over your face...
You're not doin' it right.
You see what I'm sayin'?
I don't know, but I've been told...
♪ I don't know, but I've been told ♪
Capeside Minutemen break the mold.
♪ Capeside Minutemen break the mold ♪
We've got style, we've got class.
♪ We got style and we got class ♪
So what if those other guys kick our ass?
♪ So what if those other guys kick our ass? ♪
Go, Capeside.
Ok! All right! Very nice, very nice.
Ok. Yeah, yeah. Thanks.
Thank you, uh,
Minutegirls, for your...
candid enthusiasm.
Ok. It is my pleasure now to introduce to you
the most integral part of this Minuteman team.
He's the new coach,
a substitute teacher here at Capeside--
Mitch Leery!
Thank you, Principal Green.
And thank you all for comin' out tonight!
We got a great team this year,
so I won't waste any time introducing them.
At linebacker are Ben Thomas and John Hulet.
Defensive ends...
Alex Martin and Todd Stranger.
Defensive tackles are Kenny Lee and Scott Taylor.
Well, personally, I've seen enough.
What do you say we get outta here?
-Good idea. -Uh, nope.
We're here. We're staying put.
Uh... do you guys see what I see?
Wide receiver-- Jack McPhee.
When did this happen?
It's news to me.
Jen's a cheerleader?
And Jack's on the football team?
Ok. Uh, I got sane, and everybody else went crazy?
Offensive tackle are Mike Lupo and Oscar Ramirez.
And now for a big surprise.
A first in Capeside history.
This year's starting quarterback--
freshman Henry Parker.
I'm... sorry.
It's ok.
It's cool. It's cool. It's cool.
Hey, you got a pompom, you know.
Capeside... Meet this year's Minutemen.
Frisky much?
Well, listenin' to you holler really does bad things to me.
What do you say we scramola, huh?
-Um, in a little bit. -Come on, McPhee.
I said in a little while.
Come on.
What are you doing?
I want to talk to you, and I'd really rather not do it
in front of the whole school.
And now for something a little different
to end tonight's program--
a closer look at the Capeside Minutemen.
Valor...
Agility...
Determination...
Strength.
In Capeside, we have one word that means all those things--
The time has come, the walrus said...
You don't mean now?
I pick the time and place, remember?
But...
Here? Right-- right now? I mean, my video's playing.
Which is, like, the lamest of lamest excuses.
Good point.
Dawson, let's go.
They say that girls like you don't exist.
They lie.
Ok, Andie, what the hell is goin' on?
Ok, and don't tell me that it's nothin',
because you've been actin' strange
from the second I picked you up from that clinic,
and now I have to beg you to spend
some free time with me. So what is happening?
We shouldn't talk about this here, Pacey.
So I'm right.
Look, this is not the time. Ok?
Is it me? Ok? Are you trying to end things?
Is that what this is about?
No! God, that's the last thing that I want.
Fine. Then what is so awful
you've waited so long to tell me about it, Andie?
A lot happened to me this summer, Pacey. A lot.
What are you trying to say?
Ok, if we're gonna talk about this now,
then you have to promise me
that you will not say one word until I'm done!
Fine, go on.
No. Promise me, Pacey.
Ok. I promise. just tell me what's wrong.
When I went to Mayfield to get better...
I wasn't myself anymore.
I-- I wasn't the same person who came to Capeside.
I wasn't the girl you fell in love with.
My first week, I met Mark.
And he had been through everything
I had been through and more.
In and out of facilities three times...
On and off medications since he was nine.
I didn't write you about him
because I didn't want you to get jealous.
We were just friends, you know.
We'd spend our free time together,
just talking endlessly, mostly about our fears.
I was so afraid, Pacey.
Afraid of everything.
I was scared that they were never gonna let me
out of there, or that whatever
was broken inside me wouldn't be fixable.
And Mark...
He understood these things like nobody else could
because they were his fears, too.
He even had a girlfriend that he was anxious to get back to.
You slept with him?
We knew immediately afterwards
that it was wrong for both of us.
You slept with him, Andie.
We decided just to continue to be friends
and not tell our significant others,
but then when I saw you...
Pacey, it was the biggest mistake of my life.
And all I keep thinking about right now
is what if you can't forgive me? I mean...
Pacey, you have to forgive me. please.
You have to forgive me.
Then there was the loss to Harrison High.
But did the 20-point difference
discourage our men of blue and yellow?
There is an audience of people
on the other side of the screen.
Isn't it great?
You sure there's not a janitor's closet
we could just duck into?
Positive.
What was that?
-What was what? -That click.
But here at Capeside, we may lose the game...
Nothing, Dawson.
... has the world by the balls...
-Wait. That was not nothing. -Relax. I'm sure it's--
... just the right amount with luck and perseverance.
Don't turn around.
Why?
Whoo!
You ready?
I think I'm gonna catch a ride home with my father.
You don't wanna... hang out?
Part of me really, really wants to.
But just part of you.
Eve, I don't know anything about you.
I don't know where you come from.
I don't know why you're here.
I don't even know your last name.
All you are to me is sex,
and if I slept with you, that would be the reason.
We all have a reason for sleeping with someone, Dawson.
Whether it's their body or their personality,
their money or their sense of humor.
What's the difference?
I guess the difference is the first time
I sleep with someone,
I don't want it to be for just any reason.
I want it to be for every reason.
Your eyes.
What about 'em?
That was my reason.
When I first met you,
I looked into your eyes,
and I saw such an old soul.
Thank you, Eve.
Whitman.
Thank you, Eve Whitman.
I don't suppose there's any chance
you'd give me your phone number.
That one you'll have to earn.
Well, I don't think we'll be attending any more
pep rallies anytime some.
Probably not.
Thanks for the ride.
No problem.
Pacey, you probably don't wanna hear this right now,
and I'm sure you don't wanna hear it from me,
but you have to talk to her.
No. Not right now. I couldn't even look at her right now.
You have to, Pacey. You have to hear her out.
Why? What's the difference, Joey?
Huh?! No matter what she says, the ending's still the same.
She slept with somebody else!
You think that just because the two of you were together,
what she did to you hurts more?
It doesn't. There's no difference, Pacey.
I mean, look...
she's 16-years-old, and so are you.
We talk like we know what's going on, but we don't.
We don't have any idea.
Look, we're really young, and we're gonna screw up a lot.
You know, we're going to keep changing our minds and...
And sometimes even our hearts.
And through all of that, the only real thing
we can offer each other is forgiveness.
And I couldn't do that.
At least I did it too late.
Don't let yourself get so angry that you stop loving
because one day you'll wake up from that anger,
and the person you love will be gone.
I tell you, these fishnets itch.
I can't believe you're wearing them.
Dad.
Hi, Jack, Jen.
Jack, I'll see you at home.
Yeah.
Jen's grandmother called me.
Said I should make my way down here tonight.
I wasn't sure why till I saw you up there.
Congratulations.
Thanks... I guess.
Seeing you on that stage made me realize I was wrong.
How do you mean?
Jack, I honestly thought I was doing what was best for you.
I thought living under my care would be too hard,
that there were too many differences between us.
And when I saw you in that jersey,
for the first time in a while,
I saw myself in you.
Dad, it shouldn't take a football jersey
to make you see that.
You're right.
I would like very much for you to come home.
Sorry, but no.
Well, I figured that would be your response,
but I needed to ask.
Thanks.
Good night to you.
Night, Dad.
Dad?
Yeah?
Ask me again sometime.
I was hoping you'd find me here.
To be honest, I told myself a thousand times not to come.
So why did you?
'Cause I owe you that much.
But I've already told you how sorry I am.
What else can I say?
There's nothing else to say.
So you don't think that you can forgive me?
Whether or not I can forgive you, Andie,
is not going to be what keeps us apart.
What you did...
Our relationship was like this beautiful thing.
And I don't think you ever realized
how powerful it was.
You changed my life, Andie.
You were that person for me.
You inspired me to be a man
that I had only ever dreamed about being.
When you first started to get sick...
It dawned on me that I might not be
that person for you.
I can never go back to loving you the way I did,
knowing that my love wasn't strong enough
the first time around.
I can always forgive you, Andie...
But I will never forget.
But I still love you, Pacey.
Good-bye, Andie.
-Hey.
What are you doing here?
I'm not sure.
I guess...
Your house is like magnetic north.
Certain nights, it just... it draws me in.
While you were gone this summer,
there were days I would just get in my boat
and come riding past your dock.
For old times' sake, I guess.
We can't go back, Joey.
I know.
That's the expression, isn't it?
You can't go home again?
I've realized it for a while.
Earlier tonight.
I'm sorry you had to see that.
Don't be.
I think I was meant to.
In some weird way, it helped me.
I mean, seeing you on that stage,
something inside of me clicked,
and for the first time, I...
I felt how wrong it would be.
I mean, we...
We really do need to move on and to meet new people
and to have new relationships.
It's weird how that happens, isn't it?
You still love the person,
but you stop needing them like you used to.
Yeah.
It's weird, and...
It's kinda sad.
So we're friends...
And then we're a couple...
Then friends again...
Then we're a couple.
So...
So what are we now?
We're Dawson and Joey.
You think every Joey has a Dawson,
and every Dawson has a Joey?
I hope so.
For their sake.