Previously on Dawson's Creek
Jen, I think I’m in love with you.
I'm not ready for anyone, let alone you.
It's like I have to keep busy, because if I stop,
even just for one minute,
all I can think about
is how badly I hurt him, and how badly I got hurt.
Where does your father live?
A place called Capeside, he's
the high school principal there. - Principal Green?
Long relationship?
Feels like a divorce, I swear. Not to mention that
I see him every day at school.
What's the matter, I get under gaydar?
Correct me if I'm wrong, Dawson, but don't you already own a camera?
A video camera, yeah.
And the difference is?
Well, imagine Schindler's List
shot on a family camcorder.
Right? I mean, video's a great format to learn on,
but the look and the feel is strictly amateur.
Film is key, and I think I'm finally ready to give her another spin.
Her?
The Arriflex. Capeside High's one -and only 16 -mm camera.
She is a beauty, Dawson.
Nikki, hey, what are you doing here?
Extra credit for Jordan's film class.
Plus, I get to be near all the equipment.
Ah, how very earnest of you.
You're Joey, right?
Right. Hey.
I've heard wonderful things about your film.
Really? From who?
Um...speaking of equipment...
Hand her over.
Sorry, Dawson, she's checked out.
Uh, that's highly unlikely.
Yet completely true.
How long has it been checked out for?
About 7 days.
It's due back today.
Nope, she's checked out for the next 4 weeks straight.
There's a one week maximum.
I cleared it with Mr. Jordan.
You did? Mm-hmm.
You checked out the camera?
Me check out the camera, yes.
Well, there's a project that I want to start working on.
There's a project that I am working on.
Ok, well, then when can I have the camera back, exactly?
When I'm done.
And when will that be?
Filmmaking is not fast food, Dawson.
You can't rush it.
Wait a minute!
3 boxes of cereal, Jack? You're gonna need an explanation.
Ok, fine.
First, we have our Grape Nuts.
Combination of taste and sufficient nutrients
to make it the perfect day-starter.
From there we move on to the premier afternoon snack,
the underrated but ever-tasty Cocoa Pebbles.
And then we round out the cereal lover's perfect day
with that yummy late-night staple, Cap'n Crunch.
If there was ever a concern
that you were not Andie McPhee's brother,
it's been solved.
Yeah. Whoa, what are you-- come on!
You're a good man, Jackie Brown,
but as a grocery shopper, you blow.
I'm afraid I must leave you with the Grape Nuts.
Fascist.
Pig.
At least you fought the good fight.
Hey, Jack.
Uh, Ethan...
From the train Ethan.
I prefer just plain Ethan.
Uh, wow, uh... What are you doing here?
Food shopping.
I hear it's pretty standard in one of these places.
I meant... I thought you were going back to school last weekend.
I did. I came back for Capefest.
Oh...what is that?
Is it like a... Feed the poor type of thing?
Which one of us lives here year 'round?
It's a concert.
A free concert in the park.
Oh, ok, so it's like a 'palooza type deal?
Moshing, stage-diving, overpriced bottled water.
Anyway, there's a campsite outside the concert,
where everyone hangs out.
I'm going down to get a spot tomorrow.
Oh, cool. That sounds like a blast.
Well, if you're a fan, you should come.
Uh...yeah, I'm like a total fan.
Telltale fan quiz: Who's your favorite foo fighter?
Courtney love.
You're in the alternative nation,
just not quite in the right zip code.
You should come anyway.
Cute!
Gay.
Aren't they all?
Excuse me, Mr. Broderick.
Can I speak with you for a minute?
And you are?
Andie McPhee.
And you want to waste my time about?
The school play.
Well, I see. Auditions are after school,
so if you don't mind--
No, but if you could just give me a minute.
I am not auditioning at this time, comprende?
I am eating lunch.
I assume you eat lunch on your planet, do you not?
But I'm not here to audition.
I know. You want to star in the show.
Assistant director?
I'm very familiar with the scenario.
Look, Mr. Broderick!
I want to be assistant director.
I'm smart, bossy, and super-efficient,
and the truth is, you need me.
Why didn't you just say so?
Filmmaking is not fast food, Dawson.
She's entitled to the equipment, too.
Look, you check out a camera,
you return the camera in a timely fashion. That's all I'm asking.
Uh, Mom?
Oh.
What's going on?
Hey.
Uh, look, honey,
I'm gonna be taking some furniture over to my place.
Oh, ok.
Just the family room and the guest room.
It's part of the settlement.
I asked your dad not to say anything
because I wanted to explain myself.
Mom, you don't have to explain yourself. That's how it works.
I need you to keep being as positive
as you can be about this, honey.
It's gonna make it so much easier on all of us.
Well, I aim to please.
Thank you for understanding.
Wanna talk?
What's there to say?
About what you're feeling?
I'm thinking my parents are divorced,
and I'm glad it's finally over.
Dawson, I said what you're feeling.
I'm still working on that one.
This is gonna be great. I mean, sleeping out under the stars,
fresh breeze off of that ocean.
The call of the wild.
Well, it's the call of nature I'm worried about.
Jack, where are the chemical toilets?
I don't know. What do you say we set up here?
Ha. I thought I'd go to extreme measures
to get in some guy's pants.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm not trying to get in his pants.
For crying out loud, this is the first gay guy
I've actually conversed with.
Excuse me for wanting to get to know him.
Jack, I know.
Just be aware that you're venturing into new territory here.
And that before you take this great big emotional leap, Jack,
you should be willing to admit that you're taking it.
Don't just try and brush it off
as simply wanting to get to know somebody.
I'm telling you, that's all it is.
Ok. Even still, take my advice.
Play it cool. Let him come to you.
I think I'm gonna see if I can find him.
Ok, Corie. Maybe you're right.
Maybe love isn't enough.
Maybe 2 people should have to take more than a blood test.
Maybe love isn't enough.
Ok, Corie. Maybe you're right.
Maybe love isn't enough.
Maybe 2 people should have to take more than a blood test.
Maybe they should be checked...
For common sense, understanding...
Maybe they should be checked for common sense,
understanding, and emotional maturity.
Ok, Corie. Maybe you're right.
Maybe love isn't enough.
Maybe 2 people should have to take more than a blood test.
Maybe they should be checked for common sense,
understanding, and emotional maturity.
I like him. What do you think?
I think I'm getting a migraine.
I think he's got a certain dramatic flair.
I've got someone else in mind.
Who, someone else? We are out of someone else’s.
Granted, the boy I know is a deplorable student,
and he has the ethics of a Billy goat.
We have already cast our Corie and Velasco.
Please don't let our only Paul slip away.
Have no fear, Ms. McPhee.
I cut a deal with one of my students.
The kid is a natural with comedy.
Ok, Mr. Broderick, if I may be so bold,
from my limited perspective,
I see but 2 kinds of actors--
those with talent
and those with the ability to expand on that talent,
which requires maturity,
which requires a sense of responsibility,
which requires the ability to come
both prepared and on time.
Hey, you guys. I'm sorry I'm late.
I'm here to read for the role of Paul. Pacey Witter.
That's him. That's our Paul.
Um...
Dawson, tell me this isn't an attempt
to repossess the camera.
I just want to reiterate something.
Reiterate away.
Ok, I get this little ego trip.
All right, I know you're the principal's daughter,
but that does not give you the right to be selfish or rude.
Dawson, I didn't know you wanted to use the camera,
but you're just gonna have to get used to it.
I thought I heard a familiar sounding voice.
If it isn't my second favorite student filmmaker.
How are you, Dawson?
Principal Green. Good.
So I understand that you and Nikki
have become fast friends.
Yeah. Yeah.
I had a feeling you two would hit it off.
Ha. Hey, listen,
why don't you stay and join us for supper?
I couldn't, I've got--
Oh, Daddy, I'm sure Dawson has other plans.
Now, wait a minute. As your father and as your principal,
I think I'm gonna have to pull rank here.
Besides, how often do I get a chance
to have a nice meal with one of my students?
And I promise not to talk too much
about my lovely little daughter.
Ha ha ha. Come on.
Hey, there.
So you decided to show.
Well, one small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind.
You here by yourself, or with?
Uh, with. A girl. She's a friend of mine.
Setting up our tent.
Ahem. What about you?
All by my lonesome.
Um, um--
So, you want to go grab a bite to eat,
take a walk, what?
Yeah. Uh, to both.
Whatever.
Come on. I'll lead the way.
After the train ride, I thought for sure
you'd ask for my number.
Yeah, well, typical paranoia set in.
What can I say?
I figured as much.
How come you didn't ask for mine?
Because I could.
It's more important that you learn to ask.
You're the newbie, remember?
Yeah, newbie. Uh, the barely out gay kid
soon to have his heart broken, right?
Good recall.
Yeah, well, there's not much I'm gonna forget about that conversation.
That was a first for me.
That was your first time
talking to another gay kid?
Yeah, well, unless you count the Internet.
I--I don't.
Hey, man. Where'd you get that?
Oh. Over there.
This guy's like a genius with a veggie burger.
Veggie burgers! Get 'em while they're hot!
Hey, no crowding. Plenty for everyone.
All meatless. No cows died to make these.
You want your bun toasted?
Thought you'd never ask.
Hey.
Quite a crowd you have here.
Listen, I really don't have time
for small talk at the moment.
Did--did you want a burger, or not?
Yes.
You know what? I was wondering if maybe you could
give me a hand with my tent.
I was never much of a girl scout.
Stanley. Take over here for a minute, will you?
So you never told me that you were a vegetarian.
You never asked.
Do I detect a note of ambivalence in seeing me?
That would be correct.
Any particular reason?
You--you mean besides the fact
that you lead me on for the sole purpose
of crushing me underfoot?
That's not true, Henry, and you know it.
Yeah, well. You could have fooled me.
What are you talking about?
Don't tell me that you're not
taking some small satisfaction in it.
In what?
Being on the requited side of unrequited love.
Henry, I thought that you and I agreed to be friends.
Friends?
You haven't even noticed, have you?
What? Noticed what?
That we haven't spoken in over a month.
For the past 4 weeks, I've been giving you the silent treatment,
and it hasn't even registered on your radar screen.
Hell, I could have fallen off a cliff
10,000 feet for all you care.
That's not true. All right? Look, you know what?
You can put up your own damn tent.
Dawson, you're looking at probably the only little girl in America
who wanted a super 8 camera for her 10th birthday.
Nikki, should I tell him
the name of your first cinematic achievement?
Don't you dare.
A Day in the Life of Daddy. Ha ha.
She followed me around all day long.
James Cameron of third grade.
So tell me, has she enlisted you for her new film?
Uh, no, she hasn't.
I don't even know what it's about.
That's between me and my crew.
So, in order to bask in the glory
of this mind-bending idea of yours
I have to offer my services?
Is that an offer?
Are you asking for my help?
I don't need any help, Dawson.
I think it would be a great idea
for you two to work together.
Forget it. I don't think that--
I'm sorry I mentioned it.
Yeah.
You knew that young that you were attracted to men?
No, I knew that young that I was different.
Being gay isn't about what sex you're attracted to.
It forms so much of who and what you are.
You--you lost me.
I'll make it simple.
You haven't talked to another gay kid,
so you definitely haven't kissed one, right?
No.
But you still know you're gay.
Sure. How?
I--I just know, I guess.
Everyone always wants to define gay and straight
by who you sleep with. It's not about that.
It's about moments.
It's about being too nervous to ask for my number.
It's about conversations like this.
It's about who and what you love.
That's why you can't erase it.
Because it's not just a part of your life, it's everywhere.
Unlike my stuff.
What?
My camping gear. It's gone.
Oh. Oh, man.
After you.
I want you to quit.
Listen, he saw my potential, ok?
No, no, no, no. This was my after-school activity.
But I'm the lead in the play.
I want you to quit.
All right, listen, the guy said he'd give me a "C" in English.
What do you want?
Oh, oh. That's what it's come to? Anything for a "C"?
What's happened to you?
Ok, not that this is any of your concern,
but Mr. Broderick says he thinks
I might actually be good at this, and so do I.
Ok, listen. Mr. Broderick may be
a lousy English teacher,
but as a theater director,
he is probing new lows, Pacey.
Rumor has it that he has botched
every school play for the past 5 years.
And it's only by sheer force of will
that the past student theater geeks
have managed to sandbag
his bi-hourly nervous breakdowns.
So, what's your point?
My point is, I got into this to get over you, ok?
To give myself a new focus,
and instead, your presence
is giving me perpetual myopia.
We haven't even done one rehearsal yet.
You want me to throw my whole theater career to the wind?
Oh. Ok, listen, sir Barrymore,
our director is irrational,
and your lack of ability,
though not apparent to him yet,
is enough to send him over the proverbial edge
and me with him.
Fine. You quit, then.
I most certainly will not.
I'm not gonna quit. Witters are not quitters.
Oh, oh, that's really cute.
You know what? Fine. Just don't.
Fine. I won't.
Dawson?
Hey. I must say, your film geekdom
is definitely not evident in your bedroom decor.
Your room, let me guess.
Wall-to-wall Spielberg one-sheets?
Uh, yeah. Well, it's a shrine.
Figured as much.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Oh, it's not. It's just...
There's so much to be passionate about.
It seems kind of silly to only focus on one.
Yeah, but if you're lucky enough to find that one thing,
why not just immerse yourself in it?
Don't get me wrong, Dawson. I love film,
but I love it because it allows me
to explore all of the other subjects that interest me.
If all you care about is film,
then you're just gonna end up making movies about other movies.
What good is that?
I'm really sorry about my father.
Um, ever since the divorce,
he does this really aggressive thing
when it comes to me making friends. It's so weird.
But you know, I try to cut him some slack.
So...
So you're cool with it?
The--the divorce?
The, um, constant shuttling between living quarters,
the continually veiled and not-so-veiled comments
my parents make about each other,
the, um, never-ending expectation
that I look on the bright side of things?
Oh, sure. I'm just dandy.
That's the oddest thing.
I mean, judging from how well put-together you come off,
I would just assume that you're not affected by it at all.
It's a well-crafted disguise, Dawson.
Inside, I'm just another angry kid.
How angry?
Angry enough to make a film about it.
So that's what your movie's about.
More or less. It's about the, um, American family.
What makes them functional,
or, uh, as more often seems to be the case, dysfunctional.
Well, Capeside should provide you
with a healthy supply of material there.
What about you? Your parents are divorced.
How do you feel about it?
Um...
I, um, I don't mean to probe. I'm sorry.
No. No, I mean, you--you were honest with me,
the least I could do is be honest back, right?
Um...
The truth is, most of the time I'm--I'm fine
with they're not being together.
You know, I mean, maybe I'm just self-obsessed,
but I--I just don't think about it that much, you know?
And then, um, other times it just--
it just kind of sneaks up on you.
You know, I mean, it's...like a...
A disappointment of being the product
of something that didn't work out.
I mean, 'cause that's what our parents are.
They're our--our primary examples of love,
and--and my example just wasn't...
I guess, strong enough to, um...
Dawson?
I should get going. Um, tell your dad thanks.
Oh, Jack. Thank god you're back
from your stalk-- I mean, walk.
You're never gonna guess
who I ran into here, of all--
Hi.
Hello.
Ethan, Jen. Jen, Ethan.
Nice to meet you.
It's nice to meet you.
It looks like you could use a little help with this tent.
Yes. Please.
Relieve me of all of my feminist illusions
about the equality of the sexes
concerning spatial relations.
Uh, listen.
All of his stuff got stolen, ok? All of his gear.
So, uh, he needs a place to stay tonight.
And you, being the kind-hearted soul that you are,
offered him a spot in our tent.
Yeah, so could you, uh,
go take a walk for a couple of hours?
Come back around, say, midnight?
You're kidding me.
Nope. Go mix. Mingle.
Write a few letters for amnesty international.
You'll probably make a lot of nice new friends.
You know what? I've got a better idea.
How about me and the car
we go back to Grams' house
and we pick you up in the morning?
Besides, Jack, I thought that you two
were just getting to know each other.
Mm-hmm.
♪ Well, we busted out of class ♪
♪ had to get away from those fools ♪
♪ we learned more from a 3-minute record, baby ♪
♪ than we ever learned in school ♪
♪ tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sounds ♪
♪ I can feel my heart begin to pound ♪
♪ you say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes ♪
♪ and follow your dreams down ♪
♪ well, we made a promise ♪
♪ we swore we'd always remember ♪
♪ no retreat, baby, no surrender ♪
Why don't you sleep at your club?
It's not that kind of club.
It's a locker room and a handball court,
and to sleep there I'd have to keep winning the serve.
No, stop right there. Pacey, in theory, your character
may deliver his lines like that, but in concept, no.
In concept, no.
Yes.
What precisely is the difference
between in theory and in concept?
Well, I think what Mr. Broderick means is--
What Mr. Broderick means is that he can speak for himself.
You see, Paul desires his young bride to know
she knows nothing of the real world.
Right. Which, practically speaking, means what?
Louder and angrier.
Yes. Let's do it again, right now.
Louder and angrier.
It's not that kind of club!
It's a handball court with a locker room,
and to stay there I'd have to keep on winning my serve.
Good. I liked it.
You liked that?
Well, except for the hand stuff.
You were gesticulating.
Whoa, hey. Gesticulating? Me? Never.
Sometimes in the privacy of my bedroom--
Whoa, wait, wait, Pacey.
That, just now. That's it. You nailed it.
What, just now?
The joke. The dry, smug delivery.
That's the character.
Uh, Miss McPhee?
Am I, or am I not the director here?
You're confusing my actors.
Well, I just thought that--
Don't think. Ever.
Let's do it again. Louder and angrier.
It's not that kind of club!
It's a handball court with a locker room attached to it.
And to stay there I'd have to keep on winning my serve.
This is really cool of you guys.
You sure Jen's not gonna mind
if I take her sleeping bag?
No, no. Definitely not.
She's, uh, she's a bit of a night owl.
Old girlfriend?
No, not exactly, but we did get set up once.
Let me guess. School dance.
Yeah. How'd you know?
Oh, punch bowl, wrist corsage,
all the trappings of straightdom.
Until you realize you both like boys.
Oldest story in the world.
Well, good night.
Um, good night.
Aren't you gonna turn off the light?
Look, I--I was just thinking maybe, um,
that we could talk some more?
You know what? I'm really beat.
We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.
There's 20 bands starting at daybreak.
Hey.
That was really beautiful.
I mean, it was more than beautiful.
It was--it was awesome.
Whatever.
I didn't know that you could sing.
I think we established
there's a lot you don't know about me.
Henry? Henry, wait up for me.
Why?
Because I wanted to talk to you.
You can't-- you can't keep doing this to me.
Doing what?
Trying to be my friend,
and then pushing me away
when-- when my feelings scare you.
Ok, I admit it. I miss you.
I miss the goofy way that you used to look at me
with all that passion and intensity.
You made me feel like I was actually worth the fuss.
You know, I used to spend every day thinking about you
and dreaming about you,
and every time you walked by,
I lost myself. Do you know what that feels like?
Do you?
No.
Then you couldn't possibly know
what it feels like to have that person
not have the same feelings back.
Look, I'm sorry you miss how I looked at you,
but I don't miss how you never looked at me.
Have I stepped into some parallel universe?
Say it isn't so, Dawson.
It's very so, Jo.
Is this about your parents?
Truth be told, I don't know what it's about.
All I know is I was at Nikki's house today,
we were talking and it hit me.
The kid who hung these posters up, I'm not him anymore.
I don't see the world the same way.
My viewpoint then was so limited.
And now I...don't know what I see, but I don't see this.
So you were at Nikki's house, your worst enemy.
A--she's not my worst enemy,
b--have you missed everything that I've told you?
I never thought I'd say this about you, Dawson, but...
You're such a sell-out.
What?
I mean, first Eve practically tugs you around by a dog collar,
and now this new film girl breezes into town,
and you're tossing your identity out the window.
I'm not tossing my identity out the window.
If anything, for the first time in my life,
I'm actually getting close to discovering what my identity is.
All right. I talked to Nikki.
She helped me sort through all this weirdness with my parents.
Dawson, I wanted to talk to you about that, and you didn't want to talk.
No, I didn't. How did this become all about you?
Because you ran to her.
I did not--
What did you do then?
Look, you wanna cite themes for our friendship, try this on for size, Joey.
Every time I express one iota of interest
or even mere respect for anyone of the opposite sex,
you attack me like I'm some sort of criminal.
Oh, and you don't attack me?
No, I don't. As you notice, I have not once asked about Mr. Ivy League.
Yeah. That's noted. His name's A.J. ok?
And maybe your not asking me about him is worse than my attacking you, ok?
No. It's not. My choice is civil.
Oh, and I'm not civil?
No. You're yelling. That's not civil.
You're yelling, too.
Out with the old, in with the new, huh?
Have fun.
Well, I'm gonna go grab some breakfast before the music starts.
Thanks again for letting me crash here.
Sure.
Aren't you forgetting something you're supposed to ask me for?
I don't think so.
My number, Jack.
You know, so you can call me some time, we can talk, get together.
I don't get this.
I mean, last night, you didn't seem interested enough to want to talk to me,
and now all of a sudden, you want me to have your number.
I was tired. I wanted to sleep.
That's got nothing to do with us being friends.
Friends.
I figured you were probably interested.
And you're not.
Even if I was, I would never go there with you.
You're so not ready.
How could you possibly know what I'm ready for?
It doesn't mean that I’m not interested in you, Jack.
It just means that if I’m gonna stay in your life, and I want to,
that I'm a lot more likely to stick around this way.
So you are interested.
No comment.
Well, this is, um...
This is sort of funny.
I mean, as much as I didn't want to admit it,
you were the first guy that I was ready to take that--that next step with,
and you said no.
I guess I should be somewhat discouraged.
I don't know, I mean, I'm bizarrely optimistic...
Just to know that there's someone like you out there.
Take care, Jack.
I had a date. I ditched a perfectly good date for a non-rehearsal.
Ok. Be patient. He'll show.
Oh, joy, then we can do more "louder, angrier."
Why not just start without the grand poobah?
I mean, Andie's here. She can direct us.
How about not? I've been in the dungeon enough, thank you.
What, all we're gonna do is run a few lines.
Besides, was it not you who said that this is actually your after-school activity?
Hmm?
Ok. Fine.
Pacey, do your deadpan thing.
Corie, when the phone rings, I want you to do it just like the stage directions.
You know, confidential, um, laughing at times, provocative. Ok?
Ok. On my direction.
Ok, and begin.
The stage is over there.
You lost or something?
Kind of.
Actually, I came here to apologize.
For what?
For being careless with your heart...
And for thinking that just because I'm older, I knew better.
Last night, I stayed up all night thinking about what you said and...
You're right.
I don't know what it's like to be in love like that.
I don't know what it's like to completely lose yourself in somebody else...
But I'd like to.
And if one of us is younger than the other here...
I don't think that it's you, Henry.
You got that right.
Now...
How do you like your coffee?
Can't say we didn't try.
Yeah. Almost 2 whole weeks.
Better than finding out in 2 years.
I like it. I like where this is going.
Yeah, we started running it with Andie--
All those exercises I've been throwing out at you to stretch your range,
they're paying off beautifully.
Mr. Broderick, we ran through it with Andie.
I like the pacing. I like the funny. I like the energy.
Andie, get the set designs, would you please?
I'm telling you, all those things were Andie's ideas.
No, sir. I mean, I was beginning to doubt myself there for a moment,
but you guys are definitely in the groove.
The rest is just grunt work-- memorization, pacing, the easy stuff.
Andie, these aren't the set designs we discussed.
They are. I told Lauren you wanted a completely simplistic set:
Freestanding doorways, hanging windows, and minimal props.
Well, then I changed my mind, didn't I?
I mean, the actors will send this stuff flying around the stage like a trapeze.
No. But, Mr. Broderick--
Andie, don't argue. Just follow orders.
All right, let's run the scene again. Same way, no changes.
Andie, you can't leave like this, all right?
This guy thinks he's theater Caesar.
He's just terrified that somebody's gonna find out that he's not.
No. I can't work under these conditions. It's hard enough as it is.
Ok. All right. If it's hard, I'll quit.
You can't do that. I mean, you're-- you're actually good.
Thank you, but the fact still remains that you're better, all right?
And we need you in there. Even if that guy's a jerk, you gotta stick it out.
I mean, I need you, McPhee.
What am I supposed to do, resume kissing his ass?
Yeah, basically.
Well, is he gonna stay out of my way?
Who, Broderick? You're talking crazy talk.
He'd never do anything like that. It'd be too easy.
All right. Then what's in it for me?
Well, that depends.
Are we talking in concept or in theory?
What's the verdict? What are you gonna do? Yes or no?
I think no.
All right. Good. I mean, actually, that's kind of what I expected you to say.
So, um, I'll see you at rehearsal then.
Well, no. Pacey, I said no.
I'm sorry. What did you-- I can't hear you.
It's good to hear you're so fired up about this project.
Pacey, I said no!
Oh, Pacey, I said no.
So all your efforts to secure some major face time with the new beau backfired?
Well, it turns out that the gay version of the "let's be friends" speech
is basically the same as the straight version.
Hmm. So would that mean that the part where you were rude and insensitive
and sent me off into the cold, dark night unescorted, that was all for nothing?
Rude is such a strong word. I prefer something more like, uh...
Momentarily self-involved.
That does have a certain ring to it.
Am I forgiven?
Yes, Jack. You are forgiven.
You know, it's a happy turning point in a girl's life
when her gay best friend finally dumps her for another boy.
They should make some sort of greeting card for that.
Hold on. What happened?
What?
The good attitude. You're wigging me out here. Explain. What'd I miss?
Remember when you sent me into the night and told me to make new friends?
Yes. I thought we already established that was not my finest hour.
I know. Well, let's just say that--
that while I was wandering around, I may have...
Inadvertently stumbled upon somebody.
A, uh, friend?
Yeah.
Anyone I know?
Yeah. Yeah. Most definitely someone that you know.
Who is it?
I'm not telling you.
Who is it? Uh-uh.
You're not gonna get it out of me.
Do I still have ladder privileges?
I suppose so.
I come bearing gifts.
You remember? Remember that summer
we came across a pile of Mitch and Gale's old Beatles albums,
listened to them on the porch every day for hours?
Grams kept on yelling for us to turn down that hippie music.
Yeah, and you wanted to be John Lennon.
You wanted to write songs and change the world through music.
I did?
You did.
You weren't just about Spielberg.
You weren't limited. You--you were about so many things.
I just wanted to remind you of that.
I also wanted to remind you that even though sometimes my emotions,
particularly jealousy, uh, sometimes get the best of me,
I still hear you.
No matter how much we yell or...
No matter how quiet you are...
I hear you, Dawson.
I hear you, too, Joey.
Listen, I know what's going on inside of you is huge.
It's ok if you don't share it with me.
Just promise me you'll keep trying to share it with someone?
Do you want to give me a hand?
Heh.
So what do you think?
You think John here will inspire me to walk my own path?
You've always walked your own path, Dawson.
You just needed to widen it a little.
And be on the lookout for your Yoko.