Previously on Dawson's Creek
Gretchen seems to be working out.
Why would this incredibly talented
young woman who could be off at college
furthering her education, choose to be back
in Capeside tending bar?
You know, Jack, things aren't as bad as you think they are.
In fact, this whole injury
could be a really good thing.
I know you'll forgive me for not expressing
joy and relief at the sight of the gash
in my boat's hull?
Sorry about that, sir.
The gash is still there, and sorry isn't going to fix it.
I want to be with you, Pacey.
I want to stay and be with you.
Staying here would be a really stupid idea,
considering I plan to be wherever you are.
I keep telling you, I'm fine.
Do people who are fine spend the entire afternoon
in our bathroom throwing up?
But I'm fine now.
Mom. I'm not taking sides, but Dad's right.
You're not going to get better
unless you get some rest.
I don't believe this. My own son.
Gale, the Guinness tap just ran dry,
we're out of Stoli,
and somebody just found
a hair in the pretzels.
Ok. Call the beer distributor. Tell him he's a week late.
If he can't get his ass over today, he's fired.
Give the guy who found a hair a free drink.
Put out a fresh bowl of pretzels and then tell my husband
and my traitor son to get off my back.
You heard the woman.
For the sake of your business go home
before your customers catch your stomach flu
and we have to rename the restaurant
Leery's pending lawsuit.
He's right.
All right. All right. I give up.
She promised me she'd go
to the doctor last week.
I thought she had the same thing you had.
Yours didn't keep coming back.
Guys, Gale's been throwing up a lot, right?
And she's still hungry and putting on some weight?
She's tired all the time? Her back hurts?
Irritability, mood swings?
Yeah. The worst. How'd you know?
Sounds to me like she'll be feeling a lot better in about 9 months.
What?
How's it going in there?
I can't concentrate with you talking out there
about what I'm doing in here.
Ok, now it's way too quiet.
Uh, Dawson, um, so have you started
studying for your S.A.T.S, yet?
Took the S.A.T.S. Twice.
I knew that.
It's pink.
All right.
All right. First thing we do is, uh,
we get you to a doctor A.S.A.P. To confirm your results
and make sure everything's ok.
Where you going?
Uh, I'm late. It's my first day painting Mr. Brooks' house.
Well, aren't you going to say anything first?
Congratulations.
Uh-uh-uh.
What's wrong? Why'd you stop?
Uh, well, because every afternoon,
we sit out here and we make out, and then inevitably at some point,
you stop us, and we just go inside and watch TV
for the rest of the afternoon.
So today I'm issuing a preemptive strike.
And I'm issuing a counteroffensive.
No, no. Stop right there. Haven't you ever heard the term no means no?
I don't think I've ever heard that from you.
Well, you're hearing it now.
I'm serious. It's time for us to watch some TV.
Let me get this straight.
Your girlfriend offers you her lips
in the spirit of teenage lust, and you'd rather sit here and watch
the E! True Hollywood Story on Danny Bonaduce for the fourth time?
You always get to stop it.
And I never get to stop it. So today, I'm stopping it.
Stop it, Pacey.
I just did.
You know what I mean.
And you know how I feel.
Are we having a fight?
Well, not to the best of my knowledge.
Feels like one of those times
when you say that you're kidding around,
but really, we're having a fight, Pace.
I assure you, everything is perfectly all right.
How did I get myself into this?
I was a mediocre soccer player back in junior high.
I know nothing about kids.
I've never coached anything in my life.
Come on, coaching peewee soccer is a great opportunity to help mold young minds,
teach them about teamwork and sportsmanship.
Ok. The only reason to do it is because it looks good
on your college apps.
But don't worry. I take full responsibility should it turn out to be disastrous.
Damn straight.
Oh! Hey, kids. I'm Andie,
and this is my brother Jack.
And together, we are all about to embark upon
a soccer experience that will enrich
your lives for years to come.
Ohh.
Ok. Everybody who wants to have some fun, raise their hands.
What's your name?
Her name is Molly, coach Jack.
Molly.
You don't want to talk, Molly?
How come?
'Cause she hates soccer.
Shut up.
She hates soccer. Why do you hate soccer, Molly?
Ok. You don't want to talk, that's fine.
You don't have to talk if you don't want to talk.
Gee, thanks.
I heard something. I think she talked.
Anyway, what Molly doesn't know is that by the end of the season,
no one is going to hate soccer,
'cause we're going to have so much fun
runnin' around, winning some games, and eating plenty of pizza afterwards.
So who's with me?
Me! Yeah!
I think you have that space covered, Mr. Leery.
Unless you'd like to be working off your debt into the next millennium.
Sorry about that, Mr. Brooks.
What might be prompting such a distracted performance?
Worried which pompom girl to ask to the pep rally?
Might I remind you that although I'm not paying you,
it is you who owes me the debt of service.
So I suggest you work it off to the best of your ability
and leave the juvenile angst on the playground where it belongs.
Will do, Mr. Brooks.
Well, well, what's this? Fancy yourself a photographer, an artiste?
Let's have a look at these.
Could you leave my personal property alone, please?
Surely the boy who stole and wrecked my boat
is not giving me a lecture on the sanctity of personal property?
Pedestrian.
Wholly uninteresting.
Amateurish and terrible composition, too.
You--you didn't take this on purpose?
Whew!
As a photographer,
you're a mediocre house painter, Mr. Leery.
Do you know what your problem is?
Those photos are cold, unemotional.
There is no spark.
Thank you for the cogent analysis.
I will keep that in mind next time.
Hey, there.
Well, looks like we were both robbed
on that history test.
"B-", my ass.
What did you get?
I think I set the curve.
Well, I can see how that would be aggravating.
Jeez!
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Mashed potatoes are cold.
I got you. So, it's just been one tragedy
after another today, huh?
Mashed potatoes are cold, and so am I.
Is this about sex?
Is it that obvious?
Heh! No, not really. It's just--
it's just that it always is.
I think Pacey is starting to get impatient.
Joey, he loves you. He'll wait.
But, Jen,
Pacey's not the problem.
It's me.
I mean, let's face it. The waiting just goes on and on,
and at this point, even I'm getting impatient,
but...for some reason, I just keep waiting.
Joey, let me ask you something.
Are you sure that you really wanna have sex?
Of course I wanna have sex.
The question is am I ready?
Because I don't know how you know. I mean...
Everyone just says that you just know,
but what if that's just what they say
and they never really know?
Joey, I think that you'd feel more ready
if you were actually prepared.
What do you mean?
Listen...for girls in New York,
a visit to the free clinic
to get birth control, safe-sex advice--
it's a rite of passage.
It's like getting a bat mitzvah
or, you know, your learner's permit test.
The free clinic.
Yeah.
The truth is I don't think
that anybody ever really knows if they're ready,
but you do know if you're prepared,
and you're not.
You're right.
To responsible sexual gratification.
To womanhood.
Cheers.
You ok?
I'm fine.
Look, I've been thinking about it.
I know this is terrifying.
There's so many cards stacked against us,
but it's gonna be ok.
And don't worry about Dawson.
He's just shocked, but he'll be fine.
It's a good shock.
Now, Mitch, have you thought at all
about how we can possibly send Dawson to college
and raise another child?
We're already in debt as it is.
And what about the fact
we're not exactly 25-year-olds anymore?
Do we even have the stamina
to be parents all over again?
That's 20 more years
that we would have to commit to another child.
Not to mention what we put Dawson through
these past few years.
What if that happens again?
That's not gonna happen again.
I don't know. I can't help thinking
that we should have thought about this before.
Maybe that's true...
But you're pregnant now.
I mean, that's the reality.
Um...
Mitch, you're avoiding one thing.
Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean
that I have to stay that way.
And if I were to make that decision right this second...
I wouldn't.
Hey, guys.
So tragic.
All these adults pushing their kids out onto the field
in order to make one last grasp at vicarious glory.
I'm Caroline, by the way. Caroline say.
Molly's older sister.
Mom had me when she was 21,
Molly when she was 40.
Mm-hmm.
That would make me 28, in case you were wondering.
Gotcha.
And how old would that make you?
I'm 18.
Hmm.
Girlfriend?
Uh, sister.
Oh. Cool.
Heh heh heh.
Coach Jack, am I making you uncomfortable?
No. Why would you say that?
Oh, I just thought maybe you thought
I was flirting or something.
Flirting? Why-- why would I think you're flirting?
Because I am flirting.
Heh! Um... Caroline?
Mm-hmm?
Uh, look, I-I'm flattered and everything,
but, uh--
I'm coming on too strong.
And you're shy.
Yeah, see, I--I am.
I'm shy and-- and I’m--
Shy and what?
Shy and...
All right, you mull that one over,
and I'll just be seeing your sweet face tomorrow.
Until then,
au revoir, coach Jack.
That old man is clearly nuts.
These are great, Dawson.
Actually, he's right. They suck.
No, they most definitely do not suck.
Oh, it's ok.
One has to suck before you can stop sucking.
True genius begins in mediocrity.
Well, I appreciate the humble artist bit.
It's way preferable to self-described genius.
But even you cannot deny your natural abilities.
Ok, if you don't stop taking my picture,
I'm gonna smack you.
Am I making you uncomfortable?
Yes.
Good.
Stop it!
I mean it! Stop!
I'm just gonna finish this role of film.
No! Come on. Aah!
Stop!
So...
You know, you're right about my mom.
She's pregnant.
I figured.
Maybe you can help me. I'm--
when I found out...
Heh. I was upset.
Really? Why?
Well, they're in their forties.
They're about to send a kid to college.
They barely have any money in the bank.
Their relationship the past couple of years
hasn't exactly been rock-solid.
Everything's so unstable. It just seems...
Completely irresponsible. It is.
Yeah, but I can't feel that way.
I mean, I don't wanna feel that way, you know?
I wanna be happy for them.
Any idea how I can swing that?
You mean how can you make yourself
feel something that you're not?
Heh heh!
I don't know.
All I know is I can't help but wonder
how your mom feels right now.
I mean, she's the one
with the baby growing inside of her,
you know, the one who doesn't have
any money in the bank,
the one whose kid is about to go off to college,
the one who just got back together with her husband.
I--you know.
I knew you were the right person to talk to.
I'm starting to feel bad already.
I gotta go.
Why?
Break's over. I'll see you later.
Ok.
Have a seat.
Did you schedule a pelvic exam with the doctor?
Mm-hmm.
Ok, I'm gonna ask you a few questions,
and I apologize ahead of time
if they are a little bit unsettling.
Are you ready?
Are you currently sexually active?
What do you mean?
Are you currently having intercourse?
Oh! I'm--I'm sorry. I wasn't sure. Never mind. I--
No, I--but I'm going to be having intercourse.
It's--that's why I'm here.
Are you aware that there is a chlamydia epidemic
and that syphilis cases are on the rise?
Syphilis?
Are you aware that there is currently no cure
for the sexually transmitted diseases
herpes, HIV, and HPV?
And are you aware that while the pill
offers excellent protection against pregnancy,
it does not protect
against sexually transmitted diseases?
Have you had sexual relations in the past,
and if so, were there any instances of unprotected sex?
No, I’m...
A virgin, 100%
and are you currently in a monogamous relationship?
So far as I know.
Is there any reason why you'd think
your partner's not being monogamous?
Oh, no, no! I-- I was just kidding.
He's definitely monog--
You know, Joey, sometimes we think our partner
is being monogamous--
No, he's definitely monogamous.
There's really no doubt in my mind.
Regardless, it's important to practice safe sex.
Now, is your partner willing to wear condoms?
Yes.
Ms. Potter, these aren't even the hard questions.
What if you become pregnant
or contract an std?
I mean, these are the potential consequences of sex.
Ok. Maybe you should know
the other side of the coin, Joey.
I mean, sex can be a wonderful, fun,
fulfilling part of life.
There's nothing to be ashamed or afraid of.
I just...
Want you to approach it
with a certain level of maturity
and responsibility, that's all.
Ok. So you scheduled
your pelvic exam for next week.
In the meantime, here you go.
Condoms, spermicide, some information about birth control,
Depo-Provera, other birth control options.
And Joey?
Yeah?
Smile.
Hmm!
You know that girl Molly,
the one that never wants to talk?
Yeah?
I don't know. I feel like I’m--
I'm bringing her out of her shell
or making a difference or something.
You think that's stupid?
Nah, I think that's pretty awesome.
There is one problem.
You know that girl Caroline
who comes to practice with Molly?
I think she propositioned me yesterday.
What? No! Ok.
Was she just flirting? I mean, maybe she was just flirting.
No, no, no. No, she was one step away
from reaching her hand down my pants
and checking out the merchandise.
Eww! Ok, I do not need to hear that.
I know, but you gotta help me,
'cause she won't take no for an answer.
I mean, I think the word "no"
just turns her on even more.
So just tell her you're gay.
Andie...
The word "gay" is kind of controversial
when you're talking about working with kids.
Oh, that's crap.
I know it's crap, but it's a reality.
I mean, all I wanna do right now
is just put "Soccer Coach" on my college apps,
not "Gay Civil Rights Crusader."
All right, all right. I'll help you out with this.
Yeah, thanks.
Oh, and, uh, Jack? You know, I just hope
that you're a better coach than you are a player,
because you suck!
Ha! Yes, another one!
Good. You guys are home.
Uh, I want to talk to you.
What is it, Dawson?
It's about how I reacted
when I found out that Mom was pregnant.
Um...
I was really shocked
and, um...
Maybe a little bit disappointed,
but I've been thinking,
and I've just-- I've realized that...
Heh! This is amazing. I mean...
God, I'm-- I'm gonna have
a little brother or sister.
I mean, how cool is that?
Dawson...
We're not gonna have the baby.
What?
I know.
Believe me, this isn't exactly
the way that we wanted to tell you.
You know, w-wait a sec--
j-just...
Just like that?
You make a decision like this in a day?
Uh, well, no, actually, Dawson,
it wasn't just like that.
I had suspected
that I was pregnant for some time.
I just didn't wanna deal with it
because I knew what my decision would be if I was.
I can't believe this.
Well, honey, you should be happy.
Your lackluster attempt at excitement just now
wasn't exactly Oscar-worthy.
Mom, I meant everything that I said.
I'm trying to be supportive.
Dad, you actually agreed to this?
Yes, I did.
No, Dawson. He's lying to protect me.
It was my idea and my suggestion.
And yes, I know.
I'm a terrible mother, aren't I?
Th-that's not what I said.
Let's not pretend it's not what you think, honey.
It's no lie that I have messed up
at being your mother at every turn,
that I'm the one that tore your family apart--
Wait a-- d-don't use me as the excuse
for making this decision. That's not fair.
It's not an excuse, Dawson.
No, I sat down, and I considered all the facts.
And the fact is...
I can't do it again.
I can't handle the mistakes.
Now, you put that together with the money issues
and my age and everything else,
and the only answer is...
I can't have the baby.
Now, honey, maybe you're gonna hate me forever
because of this,
or maybe you'll never be able to understand,
but the fact is...
This is my decision,
and I have made it.
And now this discussion...
It's over.
Hey, your mother wanted me to tell you
that breakfast is ready.
Well, tell my mother I'm not hungry.
She also wanted me to tell you
that she's sorry you're upset.
And I can personally attest
to her not sleeping a wink last night.
Is she really gonna do this?
Yes.
What about you?
What do you want?
I don't know what I want.
But I do know that I don't want her
going through with the pregnancy
if it's not the right thing for her to do.
Ultimately it's her body, her decision.
I respect that.
What if it's the wrong decision?
Did I ever tell you
that we tried for 3 years to get pregnant
before we had you?
No.
Yeah. We'd just about given up.
And then, after you were born, we tried again.
5 years of hope and disappointment.
I had always wanted a big family, you know.
A house filled with love and all that.
Admitting that it would never happen...
That was devastating.
But then, one morning, I woke up...
I realized that it did happen.
My house is filled with love, and my life is full.
I don't know. Maybe for the rest of my life,
I'll wonder, "What if?"
But now...
I am just so grateful to have you.
And your mother.
Makes all the rest easier to deal with.
Joey, would you please tell your stupid boyfriend
to stop sneaking his smelly clothes into our laundry.
I'm trying to run a business here.
And I'm talking to an empty room.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Just laundry.
I gotta go.
Aw, man, we stink.
Ready for the game this afternoon?
Uh...
Well, our defense sucks,
and our offense is merely terrible.
Ha ha! I'm sure they'll do great.
So, Jack, listen,
I was thinking maybe tonight, we could--
Oh, uh, Jack, we've got that thing we've gotta do tonight.
And who are you?
I'm Jack's girlfriend.
Really? I thought you were his sister.
Oh, yeah, um, well, actually, I am. Heh heh!
I'm just making sure
no one lays a hand on Jackers here,
'cause, uh, Natasha-- that's his girlfriend--
uh, she's a black belt, and she'd get really pissed.
Really. Natasha?
Natasha who?
Natasha...Boyardee.
Natasha Boyardee?
Look, I really appreciate
the overprotective sibling thing. I do.
But I think Jack here
can make his own decisions.
And he's decided. He's not interested.
Or maybe he's decided
that it's none of your business
and you should butt out
and let him speak for himself.
Ok, you know what? It's just not gonna happen, ok?
And why is that?
Because.
That's why? Because?
Because I'm gay.
All right?
Wait a minute.
Oh! N--
You didn't think I meant--
because I knew that. Heh heh!
Of course I knew that.
Hey.
Um, thank you for meeting me here.
I didn't wanna go to your place
for obvious reasons.
Understood.
What's up?
My mom is having an abortion.
And, uh, I-I'm not sure
that I'm dealing with it too well.
And on-- on top of that,
I feel awful about what they must be going through.
Well, what's the problem, really, Dawson?
Are you worried about them?
Or is it that your illusions
of parental infallibility are finally shattered?
Well, they were pretty much shattered
during my mom's affair.
But, um...
What's your problem?
What do you think my problem is, Dawson?
I think you went through
what my mom's going through.
Heh. You're good.
Uh, y-you don't have to talk about it
if you don't want to.
Well, isn't that why you called me here?
I need to understand
why she's doing it.
And I know that your situation
is probably completely different, but--
I thought you might be able to help me.
Otherwise, I never would have brought it up.
Heh! It's ok. I get it.
You're right.
I did get pregnant last semester.
In the backseat of my--my boyfriend's Geo Prizm
in the dorm parking lot
while my roommate was studying for finals.
Lynyrd Skynyrd was on the radio.
And I hate Lynyrd Skynyrd...
Which made me even madder
when I found out that I was pregnant.
So, there I was,
you know, 20 years old,
piles of student loans,
a--a 2.9 GPA.
So I made a decision.
It was the hardest decision
that I ever made in my life.
But it didn't matter, because...
A week later, I woke up, and it was over.
I had a miscarriage.
And you'd think that I'd be happy, you know?
But I wasn't. I felt really guilty.
You know, for-- for getting off easy,
for--for feeling relieved,
and for putting myself in a position
where I even had to make that kind of a decision.
Does that mean that your decision
was the same as my mom's?
Does it really matter?
No.
Thank you.
For what?
For trusting me.
I won't tell anyone.
I know you won't.
I hope you're hungry.
This is gonna be delicious.
Hey, I got an "A" on that English test.
Oh, good for you, Jo.
Yeah, I was up all night studying at Pacey's.
I'm exhausted.
I'm sure you are.
Excuse me?
Nothing. Pass the potatoes.
Not until you tell me what that meant.
Bodie, dear, will you please pass the potatoes?
You'll get the potatoes
when you tell me what that meant, Bess.
You wanna know what it meant? Fine.
It meant either you were at Pacey's having sex all night
or you've started your own mail-order
birth-control business out of your bedroom.
I knew it!
I can't believe you snooped in my room.
It was hard to miss, Jo.
You've got enough in there to fill a warehouse.
And I'll tell you what. I'd lock you in there
if it was legal, because you're not ready to have sex.
Oh, so now you're playing Ms. Responsible caretaker?
Bessie, you let me spend an entire summer
sailing around on a boat with Pacey alone.
I didn't let you. You just went.
What could I have possibly said?
Nothing.
Just like there's nothing that you can say about this.
There is one thing I can say about it, young lady.
You're making the biggest mistake of your life.
Bessie, for your information,
I'm not having sex, ok?
But at some point, I probably will,
and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
You're a 17-year-old girl
who doesn't understand the first thing
about consequences and responsibility.
You are not ready to have sex!
I am the oldest 17-year-old in Capeside, Bessie.
My whole life is consequences
and responsibility, ok?
So, if you'll excuse me,
I think I'll go to my "birth control warehouse."
Break!
Go get 'em. Good luck.
What's the matter, Molly?
You nervous about the game?
Billy and Todd aren't coming.
We're definitely gonna lose.
They're coming. They're just a little late, that's all.
Their dads called my dad.
They said they had to quit the team
because you're dangerous.
They're not coming.
Ok, um...
Molly, I want you to remember something.
Whether or not Todd and Billy quit the team
or if, for that matter, everybody quits the team,
you and me are gonna play some soccer,
and then we're gonna get some pizza.
Ok?
Don't worry, coach Jack. They're all just jerks.
I know you're not dangerous.
Interesting floor show earlier,
though I'm not sure it's good for repeat business.
You know, sometimes I don't get her.
I mean, it's not like I'm perfect by any means,
but there are a lot of kids out there
doing a lot of stupid things,
and I just think that she lucked out with me.
I'd say you're right.
So why is she being so irrational?
Your sister worries about you, Jo...
All the time, in fact.
She doesn't want you to end up like her.
She wants more for you.
You know, you're the one who's supposed to get outta here.
She just wants to make sure that happens.
I know.
I haven't made my decision yet.
About sex, I mean. I...
I just thought that if I got prepared,
then I would be ready,
and then afterwards, I got really scared.
And then this morning,
I felt like I was ready again,
and then...
This afternoon, I...
I wasn't so sure.
You know, Jo, I can't tell you what to do.
No one can.
For now, all I can say is
if you're not ready to be prepared for sex,
then you're probably not ready for sex.
Um...
I just got a few minutes before I gotta go to Mr. Brooks',
but, um...
Uh...
I wanted to say something about how I feel about your situation.
Mom, you said that when you sat down to make this decision
that you considered all the facts.
But I think you're forgetting the most important one,
and I just want to make sure that you have it
before you make your final decision.
You are the best mother that I know,
and you're wrong if you think
you've disappointed me at every turn, Mom.
All you've done is make me proud.
You're not afraid to make mistakes
and then to pick up and to keep going
and keep trying new things,
and I owe so much of who I am to you...
To both of you.
I...
I used to idealize this perfect childhood
with this perfect little house,
and then...
You guys gave me something so much better.
You gave me something real.
And were I to do it over again,
I would not change a thing.
And if you guys are even half the parents to your next kid
that you were to me,
he would be the luckiest kid in the whole world.
Thank you, honey.
It's gonna be ok, Mom.
You know, I think we should probably slow this down a notch.
Ok.
What?
Let's turn it down a notch.
I mean, if that's what you want,
I respect that.
Oh...
Well...
Thanks.
Perhaps you were hoping that if you turn the tables on me,
I might get paranoid,
'cause I'm always the one that's stopping things,
and now, suddenly, you're stopping things,
so maybe I need to go further,
maybe even, you know, pay a visit to the free clinic,
stock up on goodies, and bring 'em back here,
and then we'd have sex.
Wait a minute.
Did you actually go to the free clinic to stock up on goodies?
I can neither confirm nor deny such reports.
All right, hold on.
Uh, Jo...
I really was-- I was just kinda kidding about the whole thing.
All I wanted to do was to jump-start the conversation.
I'm actually really glad that I went.
So it's...
You know, it's fine.
No, it's really not ok.
I don't want to make you do anything that you're not ready to do.
I know.
And, Pacey, I get it.
Just as long as you realize
that if you do turn into
some typical hormone-filled, silly-ass boy
and try to manipulate me again, I'm out the door.
Jo, I'm sorry.
I know.
You know, Pace,
just because we're not having sex yet, it...
Well, there are certain things that we can do.
What kinds of things?
I could kiss you.
Hmm. Or...
Perhaps I could just come over there and...
No, no, Pacey. Pacey, no!
Pacey, stop it! Stop it!
What the hell was I thinking?
What possessed me just to blurt it out like that?
Come on, Jack, it's not like it's a big secret.
Anyone can find out if they want to.
I know, I know. But it's naive to think
that people aren't going to care, you know?
It's naive to think that people aren't gonna be
small-minded and bigoted and ignorant and that this whole thing
isn't just gonna get worse from here on out.
Maybe I should just quit.
Wh--ok, now that is ridiculous, Jack,
because you did the right thing.
I mean, the alternative is not to tell people who you are,
and who wants to live like that?
And besides which, you are great with these kids.
So what you need to do is stick with the coaching
and just stop worrying about the parents and their stupid hang-ups, ok?
Because it will blow over.
But I'm a good person, Andie.
When people look at me, they see something awful.
Do you know how that feels?
Give it time. It will blow over, I swear.
Nah, it never does.
It will.
Do you mind if I, um, finish up alone?
You sure?
Yeah.
Ok.
Each time I step out onto this porch
to watch you at work, Mr. Leery,
I breathe a sigh of relief that I'm not paying you.
This way, I can still hire a professional to paint over your mess.
You know, Mr. Brooks, I actually think I’m doing a pretty good job.
We all have our illusions.
Ah, I see you've been hard at work adding to your collection.
Ah, trite.
A naked attempt to evoke sentiment.
Why not just shoot a photo of a puppy in garbage can, huh?
Hmm.
"Hmm"? That's the best scathing criticism you can muster?
Sometimes honesty is scathing, Dawson. I can't help that.
But this last one... Ah...
This last one is actually not bad.
It's the first picture that makes a connection with the subject,
as if you're not only shooting her melancholy but your own.
This is the first one I've seen with a bit of you in it.
This one has potential.
I don't see you painting, Mr. Leery.