Previously on Dawson's Creek
I actually got fired.
That's one less thing tying you to L.A.
I met you. I liked you.
You liked me.
We had sex.
It's from you from Friday. Did you call me on Friday?
I was drunk. I don't even remember
half of what I said.
The gist of it was goodbye.
Show up on time every day,
you can have pretty much any job you want around here.
And four years from now, we're going to wake up
and we're going to be complete strangers to each other,
and the only thing that I know for sure is that I don't
want that to happen. Do you?
No.
Great.
I'll be right back with your drinks, ladies.
Thank you.
This place got an amazing write-up in Timeout: Boston.
I'm really glad I decided to tag along.
You mean invite yourself.
Will you stop?
Nobody believes that you don't adore me.
Hello?
Charlie.
Ha! Hi.
So do we like this Charlie?
We don't really know this Charlie.
She seems to keep this Charlie
pretty much to herself.
I'm a little concerned.
This is all sounding very Nine 1/2 Weeks to me.
Booty call?
Pretty much. Yeah.
Oh! I knew it.
Are you gonna go?
I don't know.
I could use the snuggles.
See, that's what I miss most
about not having a boyfriend-- the snuggling.
It's better than sex.
If only guys knew how easy it was
to make us happy.
Yeah, but you know what?
Even if they did know,
they'd still screw it up.
Snuggling to them
is merely just a means to an end.
I mean, I've been seeing Charlie for a week,
and the only thing that I really know about him
is that his boxers are from the gap.
Well, there are worse things, you know?
Such as?
Well, for instance,
he could be a tighty-whitey guy.
Oh! Oh, good point!
Ok. On that note...
I'm gonna go to the bathroom,
and when I get back,
I'd like it very much
if this week's episode of Sex and the City
had come to an end.
Ok, Charlotte.
I wonder how long he's been in town.
3 1/2 weeks.
You think it's been that long?
Yeah, I'm positive.
You knew?
Only that he was in Boston,
not that he was working at this restaurant.
I swear.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because he made me promise not to.
I should go.
Wait. Joey...
Don't you want to see him or talk to him?
Of course I want to see him,
but he obviously doesn't want to see me.
No-- you don't know that.
3 1/2 weeks.
Jen, if he wanted to see me, he would have,
and if he wanted to see me,
he wouldn't have asked you not to tell me.
Grams, thank you again for letting me stay here.
I quite enjoy having an expatriate
sleeping on my sofa.
Makes it feel like Paris in the twenties around here.
Alas, no crepes,
but I did bake you some Rice Krispie squares
for your bus trip tomorrow.
Oh, how can I be so sure about something
and so nervous about doing it at the same time?
Staying in Boston.
It's a big decision.
Well, I can handle it.
It's just telling my parents I'm worried about.
Well, they might surprise you.
Maybe I should just give it more time.
Because of your busy schedule?
Because I--
I don't even know what I'm gonna tell them.
The truth will set you free.
The truth will tick them off.
Maybe a letter.
If Moses could face pharaoh,
you can face your parents.
He's coming for you, Jack.
I got him! I got him!
Oh, nice steal. He's going--
Oh! Oh! Score!
Oh, yes! Whoo! Yes!
You are the man, Jack. You the man.
All right. Man can't breathe.
Ha ha ha!
Jack, this is polar bear. Hey!
Welcome to Sigma house, Jack.
Good to have you.
Thanks, man.
How are your classes going?
Not bad. Not bad.
Thompson's astro class is a bitch, huh?
Yeah.
It is, actually.
That's the one class I'm really struggling with.
How'd you know that? Call me.
We'll talk about the topic of your pop quiz next week.
Blossom, this the guy?
Jack McPhee, Pete Willard.
How you doing, Jack? Welcome to the house. Thanks.
So you get any time on the links lately?
Oh, man, I wish.
It's kind of hard to scare up a golf game with the college crowd.
Pete's on a full-ride golfing scholarship
at Boston Bay.
I don't think we're playing the same game.
Ah, you can shoot under par
at Capeside country club, you can hang.
So you interested in helping me humiliate
a couple of ATO's Sunday morning?
Yeah, I'd love to.
All right, man. Good to meet you.
Cool. Thanks. Later, buddy.
Here you go, man.
You got to be kidding me.
How do you know so much about me?
A bid to Sigma Ep is for life.
Before we extend that privilege,
we pretty much make sure we know everything
about each guy rushing the house.
Actually, Blossom, look, I think I should probably--
Excuse me.
I think a pledge just accepted his bid.
I got a new brother.
♪ ...And party all night long ♪
Rah! Rah! Rah!
♪ Glory, glory, Ep Sigma ♪
♪ Sigma Epsilon ♪
Rah! Rah! Rah!
This loudmouthed blond girl
just returned her Caesar salad
because of the anchovies.
She, like, hates anchovies.
So?
You wouldn't understand.
You want to know something I really don't understand?
Danny hires me on as the new cook, right?
But then he won't let me cook.
I don't know about you,
but this, to me, looks a lot like potato peeling.
You're not wearing the hat.
Why aren't you wearing the hat?
There are health regulations, you know.
I would sooner slap on a pair of chaps, ok?
Fine, Pacey. Don't wear the hat.
All right. Is it just me,
or are you not liking me so much tonight?
What? Now you're not even talking to me?
I'm working. No, you're waiting.
I'm thinking.
Well, you're usually talking.
Did it ever occur to you
that I might actually have other things to do
besides stand around the kitchen
and yak it up with the new prep cook?
You see a prep cook?
Because that actually refers to somebody who would cook,
which I'm not doing.
All I'm doing is peeling potatoes,
so I know you couldn't be talking to me.
Just so you know,
um, this is not gonna become a regular thing.
What's not?
You calling,
me just showing up here
in the middle of the night like this.
Yeah, but you didn't just show up.
You know, I could have gotten a pizza
in less time than it took you.
Actually, two pizzas, deep-dish, Chicago-style.
Chicago?
Is that where you're from?
Not exactly.
Well, um...
Where exactly?
Do we really need to talk about this right now?
Yes...
Because we've been, you know,
whatever for a week now,
and I feel like I don't know
the most basic things about you.
Come on. Sure you do.
Where'd you grow up?
All over.
Where did you go to high school, then?
Lots of places.
Ok, see...
That's what I mean.
These-- these are not real answers.
Come on. So?
The real answers are boring and long.
And what?
You only provide them on a need-to-know basis?
Yes.
Highland park, Illinois.
Not exactly the birthplace of cool.
All right?
There.
Wasn't so hard, was it?
It was torture.
Dawson?
Hey, Dad.
New couch.
Your mom's been on a redecorating kick
ever since you left.
I like it.
I miss my old one.
Dawson! Oh, I can't believe it!
What a surprise!
Oh! Is this really you?
It's really me.
Oh, look at you!
Oh, my god. You are thin as a rail.
I want to hear about L.A.
You get that deal with DreamWorks yet?
Did you get the cookies that I sent you?
No, actually, I didn't.
I haven't gotten the cookies
because I haven't gotten my mail in L.A.
For over a week.
Class is really that intense, huh?
Well, good. You'll learn something.
I haven't gotten my mail because I haven't been in L.A.
Uh, I don't get it.
I've been in Boston.
Uh...
Still not getting it.
Um...
Guys, U.S.C. is not for me.
I want to drop out.
I know this comes as a surprise to both of you,
but I spent the whole summer in L.A.,
and I went to every single one of my classes,
and the main thing that I learned about L.A.
Is that L.A. is just not where I want to be right now.
And Boston is?
All my friends are in Boston.
Oh, honey. You'll make new friends in California.
It just takes some time.
Mom, it's more than that.
It's more than that.
I'm...
I'm at a profound crossroads in my life,
and I know that if I don't choose this path,
I'm going to have significant regrets.
Hmm...
Where would you live?
Uh, with Jack and Jen at Grams'.
What would you do?
Find a new school.
Oh, Dawson.
Mom, I know I sound like a complete flake,
but I promise you,
I've given this a lot of thought.
I've given this some thought myself,
and I've decided...
You're not dropping out.
It doesn't work like that, Dad.
If you're going to stand here
and talk to me about crossroads
and paths
so you can drop out of school
and go crash on a sofa,
then don't presume to talk to me like you're an adult.
Oh! Lily, I know how you feel.
Welcome home.
Ok.
So who's the guy?
What guy?
The guy who you saw at the restaurant last night
that obviously has some huge impact on your life.
Audrey, the only guy that has an impact on my life right now
is James Joyce,
and I can't focus on him until I get this room in order.
You know...
Back in L.A.,
I was something of a therapist
to a lot of my friends.
People would call me all the time
to talk about their problems.
Some even paid the surcharge to call from the valley,
and...lucky you,
you've got me here whenever you want me.
Lucky me.
So why don't you stop cleaning up the mess and tell me about him?
Don't you have a lacrosse team to date or something?
I have this theory about you.
You want to hear it?
No.
You love academia because of the rules,
and you hate relationships because of the lack of them.
So do you want to see him or not?
Yes.
No.
Yes, but only if he wants to see me,
and he obviously doesn't.
Ha!
God, you're dense.
Of course he wants to see you.
What makes you say that?
Because...
You're beautiful
and you don't know it.
Because you're smart and you don't believe it.
You're the kind of girl that guys never get over.
Joey, you're the kind of girl
that other girls get compared to.
I don't--
I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
Why do I think you don't want to make yourself feel uncomfortable?
It's complicated.
I mean, it ended messy,
and I don't want to make things worse.
Joey, no one's gonna grade you
on how you handle this, you know?
No one's gonna come along
and tell you what's expected
so you know how to succeed.
Relationships are messy.
That's their nature.
They start messy, and they end messy,
and if you ever want to have another relationship in your life,
you better just stop worrying about the mess.
Do you know what this is, McPhee?
I'm not even sure where I am.
The inner chapter room.
Sigmas don't let you drink and drive.
We plan on keeping our house.
See these pictures on the wall?
Every one of these Sigma men
looked at the very same thing you're looking at right now.
This is your future, Jack.
Open it.
Wow!
What happens if I accept?
You live in the house,
you eat your meals here,
your problems become our problems,
your success, our success.
We're your brothers, your family.
What do you think, Jack?
I--I don't know what to think.
It's all kind of overwhelming.
There comes a point in every man's life
when he has to ask himself that one fundamental question--
am I in or am I out?
Yeah...
Yeah, I've asked myself that question, actually,
and I think you guys really need to know the answer.
I'm gay.
You thought we didn't know that?
Most people are surprised.
Most people aren't Sigma people.
You're Sigma people, Jack.
You're one of us.
You mean, there's other guys in the house that are gay?
You'd be the first.
Most fraternities
are not particularly well-known
for, you know, their tolerance towards alternative lifestyles.
Which is precisely why we need you in this house, McPhee.
Listen, Sigma Ep has a reputation
for being one of the roughest, party-hearty,
Alpha male fraternities on campus,
a reputation which is not entirely unfounded.
The Dean wants us to diversify.
The Dean gets what the Dean wants,
so, yes, Jack, we know you're gay,
and we want you in this house because you're gay.
So...what's your favorite color?
I don't know.
The color of your eyes.
And that would be?
This is ridiculous.
You think I've been sleeping with you for a week
and I don't know what color your eyes are?
Humor me.
Brown.
With subtle flecks of green.
Look, it's not entirely my fault
that we just happen to have a completely normal,
healthy, active sex life.
What are you saying?
That it's my fault?
No. I'm just saying that neither one of us
has very much in the way of self-control.
Huh!
You don't think that we could go a day
without having sex of any kind?
A day?
Are you insane, woman?
We'd be lucky to make it 12 hours.
What's the matter?
Afraid you couldn't hold out?
Now, you see...
I know I can hold out.
I'm just not sure you can.
Well, all right, then. Bring it on.
12 hours, starting right now, no sex.
No.
No. What--oh!
Huh.
Maybe we should get out of bed.
Good idea.
So is it me?
Did I forget to replace the paper towels
in the employee washroom?
You know, Brecher told me
that the waitresses were moody,
but you, madame, are off the charts,
and that guy is a total, complete, and utter wackjob,
because he caught me touching one of the pans today,
and the guy almost snapped.
"Put down the ironclad and step away from the stove."
Allclad. Huh?
Why would he let you mess with something
you don't even know the name of?
Oh, come on. Just hate him with me for a second, would you?
You know, nothing'll bond two colleagues quicker
than bitching about the boss.
We're not colleagues.
This isn't a law firm.
I wait for people. You cook for them.
Uh, no. I don't actually cook for them.
I just get to cut their potatoes into paper-thin slices
for reasons that are, quite frankly, beyond me.
The whole job is beyond you.
Ok.
What's the problem?
He's got you doing classic culinary prep work.
You have to wear the hat
so that some nice young woman
who's here on her first date
doesn't puke in the ladies' room
when she finds a strand of your greasy hair
in her pumpkin puree,
and the only problem I have
is that I’m working with someone
whose sole qualification for this job is his gender.
Well, you see, this is good.
We're making progress now
because you just exploded on me.
I just have no idea why.
When I was your age,
I used to spend hours and hours just sitting around
thinking about my life.
Why'd you stop?
Well, I guess I got too busy living it
to sit around reflecting on it.
I hope I never get to that place.
Dawson...
I am sleeping in the room with a baby monitor.
I'm tired,
so don't B.S. me.
You and I both know what this is about.
This is about a girl.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
You've been making movies
ever since you were a little boy.
I first heard about U.S.C. when you were 10,
and for the last 4 years,
it's been the frigging mantra of the Leery household.
So what do you do?
You work your tail off.
You overcome hell and high water
and the kind of adversity
that would send ordinary kids running for cover,
and you actually do the impossible,
and you get yourself in.
You did it, Dawson.
You...did it.
Now here you are...
Your whole life ahead of you,
and you're thinking about chucking it all away?
What are you-- you crazy?
Maybe a little.
You want to talk about standing at a crossroads, fine,
but for god's sake, choose your own path.
Dad, that's what I'm trying to do.
No, you're not.
You're following Joey down hers.
I know how much she means to you,
but do you really think it's wise
to make major life decisions
based on someone else?
Remember, this isn't high school anymore.
The stakes are high.
Your decisions have real consequences.
God, come on.
Dad, honestly, do you think I don't know that?
You think I don't know that this
is the most important decision of my life?
Then make the right one.
Dad, it's not that simple.
It really is.
Dawson...
I have lived twice as long as you,
and I'm just trying to give you the benefit of my experiences.
Dad, I can't live the life that you want me to have.
I can't live the life that you choose for me, all right?
I have to have my own.
Your own?
Yes.
Fine.
Here's the opportunity to have the life you've wanted
ever since you were a little boy.
I booked you on the 3:30 tomorrow.
Seize this opportunity, Dawson.
Seize it.
It'll be gone in a moment...
And that's life.
I've got a little confession to make.
It's completely and utterly selfish,
but I totally want him to drop out of U.S.C.
And come back and be close to us.
Oh, come on.
When I saw him out there standing in the yard,
my heart pretty much leapt out of my chest,
and I thought, "God, I miss this kid."
I miss having him around
and seeing him across the table at dinner.
I miss hearing what he thinks about whatever movie he's just seen.
Do you know how much I love my life?
I have this amazing family.
Ohh.
I mean, I know everybody says that,
but, trust me, I've been around the block long enough to know
that what we have here is so incredibly rare.
Yeah.
But you see...
It's the only thing I've ever really been good at.
Oh, honey.
No, no, no. I'm a family man.
I can say with relative certainty
that I will never write a poem...
Ha ha!
Or paint a painting or make a movie
that will change the world.
Just wasn't in the cards for me,
and that's ok
because maybe, just maybe...
Our son will do that.
What was that for?
What can I say?
I love my boys.
This is working.
This is totally working.
Two people, two cups of coffee,
just doing what people do who don't have sex.
Going to a movie?
Mm-hmm.
Um, check this out.
Fellini retrospective--
La Strada, La dolce Vita...
Uh, no, I can't do it. No subtitles.
No subtitles?
No. I can't stand them.
You know, if I want to read,
I'll pick up a book.
What happened to "I'll see anything"?
Well, anything without subtitles.
Not even action movies?
No John Woo, Jackie Chan, Crouching Tiger?
Is this some kind of problem for you?
No. No.
I mean...
It's not like a difference of opinion on subtitles
spells doom for a relationship, right?
I mean, so what really?
So what that I have an overwhelming physical attraction
to somebody who categorically rejects the very best
that world cinema has to offer
just because he's a little too lazy
to read the words on the screen.
Now, see? You're mad.
No, no. This is good. This is good.
This is what I was talking about--
us getting to know each other naturally.
You learn a little something about me,
I learn a little something about you, right?
And before you know it, these 12 hours are up,
and we can have sex again.
I got a bid to join Sigma.
That's wonderful.
Tobey doesn't think so.
He called me "the gay Uncle Tom."
He's convinced that they only want me to fill some kind of quota,
which isn't entirely untrue.
How do you feel when you're over there?
Well, see, that's the weird thing.
I mean, for the first time in my life,
I feel like I've finally found a place
where I'm comfortable, you know?
I fit in with these guys.
What's weird about that?
I'd be the only gay guy in the house.
Oh.
Well, it sounds to me like...
It's more of an issue with you than it is with them.
You're right.
You're right,
but that's strange because it's typically not how I am.
But it is typically how Tobey is.
If these fellows know you 1/10 as well as I know you,
I am quite certain they want you
for much more than filling a quota.
Did Joey ask you to stay in Boston?
No.
Are you two...
Together?
No.
It makes no logical sense. I know.
Ohh.
The past few years of my life,
I haven't done anything without a clear-cut objective.
I've always been asking myself, "What's my goal?
What am I trying to accomplish?"
And my whole life,
everybody's always been telling me to follow my heart.
The irony is, now that I've finally figured out
what that means, everybody's telling me
I'm crazy if I do it.
No, honey. I'm not saying not to follow your heart,
but...
People change, Dawson.
It's a fact.
You, all of your friends, you're all gonna change.
So if you are absolutely sure that you want to be with Joey,
just make sure that you are not going to prevent either one of you
from growing.
And, sweetheart, I am not dismissing
this beautiful idea of soul mates,
but the reality of eternal coupling...
Well, quite frankly, it boils down to one thing...
Faith.
So ask yourself this question--
is Joey the kind of person
that you are willing to take a very big leap of faith for?
Coke.
Pepsi.
Exile in Guyville.
Exile on Main Street.
Favorite president?
I don't know. Lincoln?
Hmm.
I am from Illinois.
Favorite Charlie's angel?
Cameron Diaz.
Now can we just get back to playing gin?
No.
Not until we find something that we have in common.
Look. We already have something in common--sex.
Well, you've got to find something else.
You can't base a relationship purely on sex.
Now, you see, I beg to differ.
Sex is a pretty big thing to have in common.
I mean, what exactly are we trying to prove here?
What possible reason could there be
for two intelligent, responsible people
who just happen to have an overwhelming physical attraction for each other
to deny that attraction?
Oh, why are you leaving your side of the room?
Because.
Are you kidding?
No. Are you?
No.
Ok.
Ok, but this does not mean
that we're gonna give up on finding
something that we have in common, agreed.
Because, I mean, at some point,
this relationship has to move out of the room.
Agreed.
I'm sure that this is just a stage,
and as long as both people are intelligent and responsible,
there's no reason why we can't have--
What? - No condoms.
We used the last one last night.
You're kidding me.
Well, go find one.
What?
Go borrow one. Go get one.
Why borrow when we can steal?
Come on. Let's go. Come on.
What-- where-- where are we going?
Look. We're taking this relationship out of the bedroom,
all right?
You can't see them very well, can you,
at night in the city?
What, the stars?
Um...
No, you can't see them very well, but what the hell?
I've seen them all before, right?
Me, too.
So I'm guessing that this means
that Lindley sold me out, huh?
Ah, go easy on her.
I saw you at the restaurant.
Ah, yeah.
My new stomping grounds.
Well, after that,
she did unravel like a cheap suit.
Which would explain why she hasn't been around to see me lately.
No, that would be because she met a guy.
Really?
That's good for her.
Yeah.
So I guess, um,
she's told you about these Sunday dinners we've been having.
Uh, yeah.
I seem to remember something to that effect.
Well, it's-- it's nice.
I mean, we try to get together every week
because it's easy to get lost in the big city.
Well, of course it is.
You don't have enough stars to guide you.
You should try to come some time.
I'll try and do that.
Because, Pace, I would--
I would hate that...
You not coming had anything to do with me.
With you?
Or this thing we shared called the romance.
You know, I did really badly,
and there was bitterness and tears and...
Recrimination.
Yeah. I think I remember that.
We dated once, right?
Yeah, we did, didn't we?
But, you know,
I've practically forgotten
now that I've slept with half the football team.
Really? Just half?
I think that shows incredible restraint on your part.
Well, I had to leave half for my roommate.
Oh, roommate.
Oh, lord. I feel sorry for this person.
24 hours a day, confined in a small space with you--
it's not healthy.
I don't snore.
I beg to differ.
So, Pace, um...
The other day, I had to read this article for biology,
and it said that contrary to all previous thinking on the subject,
human beings may actually be able to regrow brain cells.
So I guess that means
the whole "This is your brain on drugs" thing is moot.
I wouldn't go toking up just yet...
But I think what it means is that at some point
in the not-so-distant future,
it may actually be possible
to forget all the bad stuff
and only remember the good.
I don't know. If you ask me,
I think that's already possible.
So tell me some more about this new roommate of yours.
You really want to know?
Well, of course I want to know.
No. I want to know about your job and this boat.
This is one mother of a boat, Pace.
Yeah, I know.
I mean, it's not technically mine,
but it's good for right now.
And the job is a job,
but this summer...
Ok, sweetheart. Come on.
Oh, yes.
Oh, honey, did you remember your sweaters?
Yes, Mom. I remembered everything you packed for me.
Ok. Um, look.
I made these for you for your trip.
Please promise me that you'll eat more.
I promise.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Good-bye, Lily.
Good-bye.
Ok, sweetie. Be good.
Try not to spit up on Mom too much, ok?
Those are my cookies.
They're mine.
Ohh, he'll come back.
Hope you can get a refund on that.
Dad, I know you think I'm making a mistake,
but if I am, it's a mistake I have to make for myself, all right?
And I know when you think about this,
you're gonna realize I'm only trying to be the kind of person
you taught me to be.
I think you are making a mistake, Dawson,
a huge mistake,
and I am disappointed in you.
But never, ever
for a single second forget
that I love you...
And I will always be here for you.
Mom?
He'll be fine.
Call him.
I will.
Shh.
So...
Breaking and entering a typical second date for you?
We're not breaking and entering.
Hey, the window was open, right?
Isn't that just a little bit convenient?
No, because there's nothing in here worth stealing...
Except...
A Boston Bay tradition.
What, breaking into this health center and stealing condoms
is a Boston Bay tradition?
It's not stealing. They're free. See? Read the sign.
"Gift to the class of 1990.
Here's hoping you get laid."
Is that what you think that that sign says?
Well, something like that.
I'm paraphrasing.
Look. I haven't actually been here in a while.
So if we could just get what we came for--
You can't read the sign, can you?
Oh, come on. Who could read that from here?
That's like China from here.
"Gift to the class of 1990,
in anticipation of a world without AIDS."
I was close.
You are totally nearsighted, aren't you?
I'm not nearsighted.
I just--
I just can't read really teeny things far away.
Like--I don't know--
Um, subtitles?
Yes. Subtitles, all right?
I hate subtitles because I can't read them without my glasses.
You satisfied?
Yes.
Actually, I think that this little field trip was a good idea
because now I finally know something about you.
What, that I’m nearsighted?
Trust me.
They make me look like a total dork.
You are a total dork,
a vain dork.
Come here and kiss me.
I don't want to be wanted just to--
to fill some kind of quota.
Well, you know the reason we first came after you, Jack,
but the truth is,
man, we really like you.
Don't be thrown by this quota thing.
Yeah, you're filling one.
I'm filling one. He's filling one.
Everybody in this room has qualities and experiences
that are unique.
That's why Sigmas kick butt.
Yeah, but you want a gay guy in the house--
Yes, we do,
but you're the one we want.
All right, but do you understand the reality
of what you're gonna get here?
I mean, my boyfriend, Tobey, when he comes to visit,
I mean, he's gonna be eating here and partying here, too,
and if I live in the house, you know,
he's gonna be sleeping here and showering here.
Jack...
Tobey is welcome.
Even if you don't live at the house,
if he needs a place to crash,
this is his home, too.
That's what it means to be a brother.
Cool.
So what do you say, Jack?
I say sign me up!
Welcome to the house, brother.
Thanks, man.
All right!
Polar bear. Yeah!
All right!
Yeah!
Whoo!
Yeah!
Hey. I'm done.
42 pounds of peeled and sliced potatoes.
Now, may I please cook them?
Quiet. Ok.
Well, now.
Looks like you started getting the hang of it toward the end here.
There's hope for you.
Ah, thanks.
What are you do--
That was hours of work, man!
I don't serve potato chips in my restaurant.
Really?
So then why did you waste my time and your money
having me do that?
Training.
Ah.
Ok. Here, wack job.
Slice.
What is that?
Forget about what it is.
Slice it, just like the potato.
That's not bad.
You're learning.
Now would you mind telling me what this is all about?
Behold the white truffle--
so fresh that you can actually see the little hoof marks
from the pig that dug it out of the I-talian soil.
These babies go for $1,200 a pound.
What?
That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
Now, if I let some headstrong kid
get anywhere near them without proper training,
I really would be a wack job.
Taste.
Ok. I get it.
Karen has more discipline and motivation
than a slack-ass like you will ever have,
but this isn't kick boxing,
and that's why I wouldn't give her your job.
Ha ha ha! She wanted my job.
Yeah.
You're not gonna pick this up through sheer will.
Cooking is a craft
which can't be taught.
However,
it can be learned.
What does that mean?
Clean up your station.
You're cooking the truffle ravioli tomorrow.
How was your weekend?
Strange and unusual.
How about yours?
Strange and unpleasant.
You ok?
Not really.
I alienated my parents,
and now I find myself adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
But, hey, what else is new, right?
Can I do something to help?
Yeah. You can tell me that I, without a doubt, made the right decision
and that this decision will have nothing but positive repercussions
for the rest of my life.
Dawson, I can't do that.
Damn.
But I can tell you this.
There is no right or wrong,
just consequences of your actions.
What the hell does that mean?
Well, I'm not sure exactly.
My sociology professor said that last week,
and I thought it sounded pretty profound at the time.
Great.
I should just get on a plane right now.
We can't. We tried that already.
We can't seem to get you on that plane.
You're like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man.
How about a cup of coffee?
Sure.
It's about time I got acquainted
with this city of yours.
So how was Capeside?
Same old same old.
They're tearing down the new Rialto,
building, like, a new 16-theater multiplex or something.
I guess it just goes to show you.
What?
You can never go home again.
♪ I want you to know, I believe in your song ♪
♪ The rhythm, the rhyme, the Harmony ♪
♪ You helped me along ♪
♪ Makin' me strong ♪
♪ Give me the beat, boy ♪
Oh.
Uh...