Previously on Dawson's Creek
I don't have a car.
I'm going to have to walk home.
We can't have that.
I'm not going to fight with you.
I'm not going to lie to you.
And I'm not going to cheat on you.
And I'm going to keep coming home,
no matter how hard you try and push me away.
You're vibrating.
I have to go.
I'm done here, is it okay
if I still stop by?
Okay, I'll see you in a bit.
You know what?
You, young lady, are a wise ass.
And I may just have to shoot you yet.
So...
What did you think?
Mm.
I don't know.
It's so...
So...
Boring.
Bo--
Boring?
What are they teaching you at Worthington?
Well, do you want me to lie and say I got it?
Oh, it's not about getting it.
Pauline Kael said that you could find Godard incomprehensible
and still be shattered by his brilliance.
Does Jen know about you and this Pauline person
you're always referring to?
Jen understands my need to see other film critics.
So this is really your homework?
You just sit around and watch movies all night.
Yeah, and I'll be doing it again tomorrow
if you'd like to join me.
They're showing this, uh, Nicholas ray film at school
that I need to see.
And Nicholas ray would be?
He directed Rebel Without a Cause.
Huge influence on the French New Wave
to the point where Truffaut wanted people
who couldn't appreciate his work
banned from moviegoing entirely,
which is why you should go.
So are you guys doing this baby-sitting thing in shifts
or what's the pattern here?
Your friends just wanna spend some time with you.
Is it a problem?
No, but it's unnecessary.
Good, then I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7:00.
Fine. Do you want me to walk you out?
Nah, it's fine. You just stay right here.
Dawson...
I'm fine.
Really I am.
I know. I just think--
You're just not gonna let me tell you
how happy I am that you're ok.
No.
Sorry.
But it has been nice
seeing you again and...
Hanging out.
Yeah.
Yeah, it has.
So I'll see you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
Ok, well, the show doesn't start till 7:00,
so you actually probably have time
to change into one of your cooler t-shirts.
None of my t-shirts are cool?
You're missing my point.
Yeah, I--I am, actually.
What is--uh--
the--the point is
where do you think we're going tonight?
The concert...Veneer.
They're opening for North America,
and I have to interview them after the show
because nobody else wanted to.
And I said I would go to this?
Spoken like a true boyfriend.
It's--
There's this screening tonight
at the school,
and, uh, the thing is
I asked Joey if she would go with me.
And I kind of don't feel right
just leaving her alone.
No, of course not.
Ahem.
Does it bother you?
I just wish that we had a clean slate sometimes,
that's all. You know?
Hi, I'm Dawson.
Hi, I'm Jen.
Ok, go.
Go to the movie with Joey.
Ahem. Are you sure?
Yes, of course, I'm sure.
I'm totally sure.
What about your thing?
You would've hated it anyway,
and you'll have fun at the movie,
and I will go to the concert
with somebody who appreciates
the finer points of rock and roll.
Oh.
It's you.
Am I, like, late for work or something?
Of course you're not late for work.
It's our day off,
and if I remember correctly,
Joey has classes, which means--
Pacey, I don't know how to tell you this,
so I'm just going to tell you.
Um...
The other night...
I'm afraid that's just gonna have to remain
in that beautiful memory category.
I should've called, right?
I knew I should've called.
I mean, I saw you on Saturday,
but why didn't I just pick up the phone and call.
It would've been so simple.
Pacey...
Clearly, when you and I had sex,
we created some sort of...
Cosmic imbalance, ok?
Like, a karmic disturbance, if you will,
and what this means is
that bad energy is seeking us out.
Ok? It's here, and it's hovering.
Hmm.
Well, I don't know how to tell you this,
but those guys in Ghostbusters,
they're not real scientists.
Let's just review.
You and I had sex
in your car on Friday night.
Yes, we did.
Think, Pacey.
What else happened
very late on Friday night?
Uh, well, Joey had her little minor run-in
with the criminal element,
but she's fine. We all rallied around her.
That's it?!
That?!
No, come on. You can't be serious.
I'm sorry, Pacey.
It's the way that it's gotta be.
But she's fine!
You're not even gonna give me the chance
to tell you how ridiculous this is?
I know what I know.
Ok, then, fine.
We don't have to have sex.
What?
We don't have to have sex.
We can spend some time together,
get to know each other a little bit.
That way you can disperse
all of the bad karmic energy,
and I can get much better
about this when to call thing.
No.
I'm sorry-- I'm not interested.
I can't just hang out with you, Pacey,
not after what happened the other night.
Ok, maybe if the sex had been bad.
You thought the sex was good?
Well, yeah, didn't you?
Oh, yeah,
but, you know, thank you.
You're welcome.
See, this is exactly why
I can't just hang out with you.
No, I'm sorry.
I am not gonna subject myself
to some sort of platonic torture test.
I'm just not that kind of girl.
And don't be afraid
to come and see me again
if you get lost, ok?
Every day is groundhog day
with us, Ms. Potter.
Trouble is we never seem
to get any smarter.
Well, I thought I'd change our luck
by changing the venue.
So did you make up some sort of academic pretext
or is this, uh, purely a social visit?
No. I thought I owed you an explanation.
For leaving my house Friday night
and never coming back.
There's a reason.
Oh, I'm sure there is, but for god's sakes,
don't tell me. Why not?
Well, you're ruin the very writerly effect you created
when you left--
the assignation made but never kept,
doomed love at its finest.
It's very Henry James, slash, Edith Wharton.
Very Lily Bart.
In fact, anyone ever compare you
to Lily Bart before, Ms. Potter?
No.
But if I remember correctly,
she ends up poverty-stricken, alone,
and pretty much kills herself.
Hmph. Ok, bad example.
Maybe--maybe, uh, uh, Fanny Price perhaps
or--or Jane Eyre maybe.
In any case, that's who you are.
You're the girl
in the 19th century novel
who would perversely refuse to marry for money
no matter how much it would raise her station in life,
the girl who would say yes,
sleep on it...
Recover her moral principles,
and then break the guy's heart the next morning,
which, of course, only increases your appeal.
Principles are incredibly sexy, you know.
Look, can I talk now?
Only if you promise not to explain anything.
Well, I can't promise you that.
Then I'm afraid we're at an impasse here.
So...
That's it?
The whole thing is over just like that
just because you say it is?
We haven't covered endings yet,
have we, in class?
Best ending in all of literature,
and don't say Ulysses
because everybody says Ulysses.
You can't be serious.
I think we both know what happened Friday night.
We do?
Yeah. You saved my life that night,
my life and possibly my career--
neither of which are so impressive
that they deserve to be saved, but...
Uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is...
I don't need to know why you didn't come back that night.
I just need to say thank you.
Oh, sorry, David. You done in here?
Joey?
Y-Yeah. We're done.
See you in class.
Thanks.
Ok, fine.
Pacey.
Why are you throwing rocks at my window?
That's not Jen's window?
No.
Oh.
Eh, my bad.
Look, could you just send her down?
Who, Jen? No, Audrey.
Just tell her I'm back.
I'm rested,
and I am ready to argue.
You came here looking for Audrey?
Yeah. Look, I know for a fact
that's she's going to that concert thing
with Jen tonight,
and I'm sure they're just in there
pimping away right now.
Primping, not--not pimping.
I know what I said.
Oh, ho, a little agitated there, buddy.
Yes, I am a little agitated, ok?
Let me give you a little word of advice
about girls, my friend. They like to be called.
Even when they said they don't wanna be called,
they wanna be called,
especially when there's sex involved.
Whoa, wait a minute. You had sex with Audrey?
Yes, yes, I did.
And you didn't call her?
No, I didn't call her. Ok? I didn't call her.
Now that Joey's been mugged,
Audrey has somehow gotten it into her head
that it's our fault.
That's ridiculous.
I mean, Joey getting mugged has nothing to do
with you and Audrey having sex.
Finally, someone who agrees with me,
so look, could you just go up there
and send her down, please?
No.
They're gone.
Uh, they pimped out of here ages ago.
Sorry.
Well, great.
That's just great.
Obviously,
this night has not gone quite the way
that I had envisioned it,
but the important part here, Jack,
is that I still have my dignity.
Mmph.
So...
What are you doin' tonight?
Actually, I know this bar that does not card.
Sold. Yeah, Pace, I gotta tell ya--
Tell me on the way.
Ok.
Do you realize where we are right now?
We are backstage at a rock concert.
How cool is that?
Actually, we're lost backstage
at a rock concert,
which is significantly less cool.
I thought that the guy said 3 lefts.
3 lefts would be a circle, Audrey.
No. 4 lefts is a circle. Anyway, it doesn't matter.
We're backstage at a rock concert.
Let's go this way.
All right, before we get there,
you have to promise to let me have the cute one.
You said that they were all cute.
Well, yeah, onstage.
Everybody's cute onstage, you know?
I mean, like, the whole buzz,
the music, instruments.
Their music was awful.
It was puerile and--and gimmicky.
Ok, just let me have the lead singer, all right?
Ok, fine, but you know what?
Uh, just to set the record straight,
you may be here on some misguided,
hormonally charged attempt
to get the Pacey out of your system--
Which you promised not to comment on.
And I'm not going to--
but I, on the other hand,
am here out of purely professional reasons.
I'm going to meet this band.
I'm going to take them back to the radio station,
interview them, and then I go home to Dawson.
Who's out right now with Joey.
Which doesn't bother me a bit.
Because I, unlike you,
am totally capable of having a mature,
committed, trusting, adult relationship,
and I would really appreciate it
if you could just show a modicum of profes-- - Hi.
Hey. Hi.
Hey, Wynn, did we order 2 beautiful blondes?
Uh, yes, yes, we did. Wynn.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm Jen from WBCW.
This is my friend Audrey.
Um, you're Stephen?
Steve, just--just call me Steve.
So what'd you think?
It was a great set.
You did--it was...
Really good.
Yeah. Man.
We'll go get our coats.
Ok.
Changed my mind.
Want the one with the beard.
So I take it you're starting to like it here?
Yeah. I am.
At first, I didn't think I'd fit in, but--
And now you're just as pretentious as the rest of them.
Godard is not pretentious. He's very funny.
How could you not love a movie
where the guy's fake name on the passport
is László Kovács?
Well, it helps if you have no idea
who that is.
He's an incredibly famous cinematographer.
You used to know this stuff.
Wrong. I only pretended to know stuff like this
so that you would be impressed with me.
You are way more of a girl
than I ever imagined.
Yeah, well, you're way more into French cinema.
Isn't that your, uh, teacher?
What?
The--the dark-haired guy. I can't remember his name--
your professor.
Hello.
You look great. Mm-mm-mm-mmph.
Yeah, I guess it is.
Should we go say hello?
Let's not.
Ah, great. That's great.
Ok.
So I wonder what they're doing right now?
Are you thinkin' about chasin'?
Me? Nah.
Why? You think I should?
Chase her?
Well, when you weigh a little personal pride
against the opportunity for great sex, it's--
Sex wins.
Yes, every time,
and women do like to be chased.
Right up to the point where they file for that restraining order.
Right. You got a good point there.
I generally do. Cheers.
Cheers.
Though, I’m not really sure
we should be doing this.
What, drinkin'?
I told ya. They don't card at this place.
No. I'm talkin' about your recent track record.
You see, I'd hate to spend the night in jail
after you run into a couple of your frat brothers
and do a little dance on their skulls.
Drink up, will you?
It's not gonna happen here.
This isn't the kind of place.
I like this place, man.
They got cheap beer, late-night appetizer menu.
The only problem is
there's not a lot of women here.
Jack, this wouldn't happen to be a--
Mm-hmm. Pretty much.
That much, huh?
That much. Well, it's funny.
It really doesn't seem like it's all that...
Gay?
I know. That's why I like it.
Listen, I gotta hit the head.
Ohh.
Ahem.
Hey, you're not, like, you know...
Weirded out by all this.
Me? Nah.
'Cause I probably should have mentioned, you know--
Look, Jack, like, I never been in a gay bar before.
Yeah.
You guys are great.
You know, if you wanna just tell me
what it is that you're looking for,
I could probably help you find it.
Let's see. Ah, success.
Donovan.
The sixties Donovan?
Donovan is long overdue for a major revival.
Not on my radio show he's not.
Sounds like someone doesn't like losing control.
Ok, why don't we just keep the personal stuff out of this,
and we can stick to music.
Do you have a boyfriend?
It's none of your business.
It's over.
Uh, whe--when? What?
The song...
On the radio. It's over.
Oh! Yeah.
So after this, then what?
New York, Philly, D.C.,
and head back down south-- the Carolinas--
where you'll find excellent barbecue
and one of the greatest rock and roll venues ever.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
What's so great about it?
Laundromat on one side,
used record store on the other.
What, you can't rock without clean socks?
Well, I can,
but I prefer not to.
Right.
And then?
Home. Charlottesville, Virginia.
Yeah, that's where my girlfriend lives.
Mm-hmm.
Kim.
She's getting her Ph.D. in anthropology.
She's pretty.
Yeah, and that's our vicious dog bowie.
Oh, well, it's nice.
Yeah, it is.
Boring, though.
That's what you're thinking, right?
Well...
Now that you mention it.
I don't know.
It doesn't seem very rock and roll, does it?
What, monogamy?
Yeah. Come on.
Don't you ever get the urge
to do something bad?
Yeah, but I don't.
I mean, I love my girlfriend.
And it's really just that simple for you?
Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?
I don't know. I guess I just--
I think of relationships
as being more complicated than that.
They are.
Bad relationships.
That's not bread. It's sawdust.
I mean, at Civilization
we bake the stuff ourself, ok?
Pacey.
Hey, Jack. Good to see you again.
Let me introduce you. Jeff, Jeff, Jack, Jack, Jeff.
Hey, Jeff. Nice to meet you.
Uh, talk to you for a sec.
Sure thing. Excuse me for a second.
Can you believe what a small world it is?
That guy's a food critic
for a very big magazine in town,
and he said he'd pretty much given up on Civilization,
right? I believe passé was his word,
but I'm changin' all that.
Hmm.
So how long you been talkin' to that guy?
I don't know. Couple minutes. Who cares?
What's important
is that he is this far away
from giving us a write-up.
Hmm. What's he want in return?
Eh-eh.
Wait. You don't think that he thinks that I’m--
Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah.
Unless some time in the past few minutes
you've just happened to mention the fact that,
uh, gee, I don't know, you're not gay.
Jack, look at me, ok? Really look at me.
I'm a schlub, ok? I'm not gay friendly.
I would be an insult to gaydom.
Ok, you might have a point there,
but the guy was hangin' on your every word.
Sure he was. So?
So you're not that interesting.
I'm not?
No. He--look...
Nobody listens that hard, ok,
unless they're just tryin' to, you know--
Oh.
Interesting.
What?
Well...
I think for the first time in my life,
I understand what it must be like
to be a woman,
a really hot woman.
Oh. Uh...
Not that hot.
I'm not?
Not really.
I mean--look, could we--
what are we gonna do here, all right?
You wanna go over and tell him or should I?
What? We can't tell him now.
He's gonna think that I purposefully deceived him.
All right, so I'll go over,
and I will just explain to him
what an idiot you are.
Or we could just gloss over that idiot thing
for the next little while,
until he agrees to do the story,
because he is a major critic,
and this would mean a ton of business
for my restaurant.
I know. I know, but what are you gonna do
when he asks you for your number, huh?
I will look him right in the eye
and give him your phone number.
You wouldn't--
No. Come on. We're tellin' the truth.
All right, uh, so we are back,
uh, folks, with veneer in town 2 nights,
opening for North America,
on their aptly titled north American tour.
You know, I never really got that.
We never went to Canada, not once.
Or Mexico.
Chicago twice.
Uh, listen, so opening sucks, right?
No, not when you're opening for a totally rockin' band
like North America.
Yeah, but seriously, uh, there's a whole crowd
that's not there to see you.
They're impatient. They just wanna get it over with.
True, but, you know, sometimes you win them over,
and then the victory's even sweeter.
How so?
Well, more than likely they prejudged you.
They've taken one look at you,
and they've said, "no, not for me."
And then we proceed to rock.
We don't ask for a lot.
Here is good.
Yeah.
You sure you don't wanna just go over and say hi?
God, no. How embarrassing would that be?
I mean, he's obviously on a date or something.
Yeah, but if he sees you,
isn't he gonna wonder why you didn't say something?
What's the movie about anyway?
She says, changing the subject.
Well?
Uh, Humphrey Bogart is a struggling screenwriter,
uh, accused of murder. It's--it's noir except it's not,
so the whole thing is sort of famously ambiguous.
So you pretty much have to be a film geek
to wanna see it.
Or you have to be a really good friend of the film geek.
Right. Like us. They could just be friends.
Your teacher and the girl he's kissing?
Joey?
Do you have a crush on your English professor?
What?
No.
It's--it's weird.
It's not that weird. Teachers do have personal lives.
They have been known to kiss people
from time to time.
Yeah, lots of people.
It's starting.
So what's he like?
This guy you're so afraid to admit you're gaga over.
I am not gaga.
Excuse me?
How well do we know each other now?
Not at all.
Uh, which is exactly why you should tell me the truth.
My advice will be totally neutral.
He's...
A cook.
Well, he bakes bread, actually.
And he just so happens to be my roommate's ex-boyfriend.
Mmm. Minor league.
What other excuses are you gonna throw at me?
Come on, I've heard them all.
You've never heard this one.
Try me.
Do you believe in God?
That depends.
It can't depend. Either you do or you don't.
It depends whether you're gonna ruin a perfectly decent evening
by trying to convert me to something.
My roommate...
She got mugged the other night.
I'm sorry.
Anyway, she...
Left me this message,
which, of course, I didn't get until the next morning,
because I was having sex with her ex-boyfriend.
And on it, she said that she was ok
and that she was spending the night with a friend
and not to worry.
But you did. Yeah.
I could tell by her voice
that something was really, really wrong.
So I...
Made this deal with God.
I said "God, please let Joey be ok.
"Like, really and truly ok,
"and I will walk the path of moral righteousness.
I will do everything right for a change."
So no more trying to pick up guys in rock and roll bands?
Well, God doesn't want me to be a nun.
Oh, he just wants you to give up this one particular guy.
Yes.
I mean, he must, you know?
It's got to be, like, some kind of sign.
Otherwise, this whole thing with Pacey is just too...
Too what?
Easy.
Maybe that's your sign.
Ok, I didn't say funny, I said clever.
Oh, and clever is bad?
Clever is distancing.
Clever puts up this wall
between you and the audience.
So you can't trust clever.
I see. So in general, you trust passion.
Has passion always steered you right in life?
Well, I mean,
no, not in life, but...
But in art.
Yeah, but art is supposed to be passionate.
Art is supposed to make you feel--
No, no.
Life is supposed to make you feel.
Art is supposed to make you feel good.
Is that all that art is supposed to do?
No, but if you need it to do more, then...
Maybe there's something wrong with your life.
Are you saying that there is something wrong with my life?
I--I don't know.
I don't really know you that well.
For example, do you have a boyfriend?
You already asked me that.
You didn't answer.
Well, why do you keep asking?
Because I'm interested.
In what?
In you.
Oh, gosh, no...
I do have a boyfriend.
You're making it up.
Just now. You're making that up.
No. No, really. Um...
I do have a boyfriend,
and he's a really nice guy.
And I...
Wouldn't in a hundred million years,
do anything to hurt him.
So...
I got it.
Ok.
Good.
The carbonara's not a cream sauce?
No. It's raw egg yolk, actually.
So while it could kill you,
who wants to live in a world
where food isn't an adventure, right?
Now.
Right, um...
Jeff, there's something I gotta tell ya.
I'm not, uh...
The thing is, I'm not totally...
Totally, uh...
Available?
You're not available. That's what you're trying to say.
Yes. That's exactly what I'm trying to say.
I sort of suspected.
You seem very...
Together.
And we are.
Well, it was nice meeting you both.
You know,
I don't usually do this,
but what the hell.
If you guys ever break up,
give me a call sometime.
What just happened right there?
I think that I should be insulted
on several different levels about that.
Pacey, you're not gay.
Well, I know that and you know that,
but he doesn't know that.
So far as he's concerned,
you're my boyfriend.
I know. It's just another picture.
Are you in any position to be choosy?
You haven't written a hit since before the war.
And your last picture--
So it stunk.
Everybody makes flops except you.
You haven't had one because you've made and re-made
the same picture for the last 20 years.
You know what you are? You're a popcorn salesman.
That's right. So are you.
The only difference between us is that I don't fight it.
One day I'll surprise you
and write something good.
Althea Bruce will do it.
Althea Bruce--
All you gotta do is follow the book...
Excuse me.
Hiya, kiddies.
What a picture I made.
Just got back from the preview.
Pasadena's out of its mind...
Great title.
I think I might steal it for something.
How'd you know it was me?
Saw you when you came in.
Should I be jealous?
Are you jealous?
Like Medea.
He's just a friend.
Mine's not. Not what?
A friend. I mean, she is, but,
sometimes we go out,
and we have a few drinks,
we go back to my place.
She forgets why I'm not right for her.
Why are you telling me this?
I'm trying to get you to hate me.
Well, it's working.
So what is the best ending in all of literature?
Don't say Ulysses. Everyone says Ulysses.
That's easy.
Sentimental Education by Flaubert.
And what happens?
Nothing, really.
Just 2 old friends sitting around
remembering the best thing that never happened to them.
How do you remember something that never happened?
Fondly.
You see, Flaubert believed
that anticipation was the purest form of pleasure...
And the most reliable.
And that while the things that actually happen to you
would invariable disappoint,
the things that never happened to you
would never dim.
Never fade.
They would always be engraved in your heart
with a sort of sweet sadness.
That sounds...
Deep?
Cowardly.
Well, uh, us academics
aren't generally known for--
Courage.
Wow.
God is really punishing me here.
For what?
I don't know.
I must have done something to a girl when I was 18.
You're not trying to tempt me into reconsidering, are you?
No.
We don't know each other very well, do we?
No, we don't.
You have this image of me,
this not-entirely-true image of me.
As a 19th-century heroine?
Yeah.
And even though that's not true,
I'd rather you go on thinking that it is.
I think that can be arranged.
I should probably get back.
Are we ok here?
We're fine.
In 5 years...
You're gonna know everything I know
and more.
And I will seem like the biggest dork you ever met.
Or maybe I already do.
Hey.
I was just about to come back inside.
Don't bother.
Would you care to elaborate
on what you were saying earlier?
You'll miss the rest of your movie.
I have a feeling
this might be a little more interesting.
Did you ever meet someone who saw you...
I mean, really saw you...
But somehow, only saw the best?
You mean besides you?
Not that. I mean, someone older.
Someone who saw everything you could be.
If only...
If only what?
If only you weren't you.
Well, after tonight,
I kinda think you might not be.
You kissed your professor.
You kissed the guy who gives you grades.
Is this constructive?
Sorry.
So the worst part is, is that
that night when you called from the movie set...
Yeah?
I was there at his house. Alone.
And I went there saying to myself
that I was just going to straighten everything out.
Mm-hmm.
But really, you were going over there
to make things more complicated.
I don't think the answer to that
would sound very Joey-like.
I think we're gonna have to come up
with a new definition for the term Joey-like.
Anyway, so you called,
I left, and I obviously didn't go back,
which is probably a good thing, because...
I would have made a gigantic fool of myself.
Don't say that.
You took a risk.
You lived. You experienced something, right?
I guess. But now I'll never know.
Never know what?
What I would have done...
At that moment of truth.
You know, would I have chickened out,
would I have gone through with it?
The only way to know would be to--
Stop time. Go backwards.
Yeah.
Would you wanna do that if you could?
No.
And I know that sounds strange.
Everything happens for a reason, right?
It's not so bad, really. The not knowing.
It has this...
Sweet sadness to it.
Hmm. I think I'm familiar with that feeling.
You know, I gotta admit, Jack,
I never really pegged you
as the type of guy who would
come into a place like this alone.
I'm not alone.
Heh. That's a good point.
Actually, Audrey brought me here
the night you cooked us all dinner.
You know, that's...
That's kind of the essence of Audrey, isn't it?
I mean, she just zeros in
on the one thing that you're slightly afraid of,
and then she just does not take no for an answer.
That's a good quality to have in a person.
Yes, it is.
Yeah.
I wonder who does that for her?
Ok, uh, I think I'm gonna go, uh...
Chase the girls.
Yes, and chase the girls.
Are you gonna come or what?
No, I think I'm gonna hang.
Ok, cool. I'll see you around, man. Ok.
Take care, Audrey.
Oh, man.
It's been thoroughly, uh...
Slanted and enchanted.
Well, thank you, I think,
and, um...
Thanks for the advice.
No problem. Ok.
Are you comin', Steve?
Yeah, in a sec.
Bye. See ya.
So, your-- your boyfriend.
I mean, it must have been love at first sight.
I mean, a beautiful girl like you.
See, we were-- we were friends first.
Friends? Yeah.
So no passion?
Did I say that?
No, but you did say that you don't trust passion.
Yeah, but just because 2 people are friends first
doesn't mean that they don't have any passion in their relationship.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't---
I don't mean to insult your relationship.
I mean, it's just...
I believe in the connection.
You know, that gut reaction
that says "this person, this stranger...
Is meant to be a part of my life," and I don't know.
I--I guess I just felt that for you tonight.
Yeah, well, that's a really easy thing
for you to say, isn't it?
Some rock and roll guy
who just comes into town for 24 hours and then leaves?
Well, in that case...
Just a little somethin' to remember us by.
Thanks.
Don't mention it.
Bye.
You know, this was so not the night I expected.
Yeah, I know. Sorry I took the single one.
Nah, it happens.
You know, maybe it's God's way of telling me
I'm not as single as I thought I was.
Mmm...
Or maybe that is.
Aah!
Go. Go on. Make him happy.
Why would I wanna do a thing like that?
Ok, fine. Go make him miserable.
I don't care. Just go to him.
Ok.
Bye. Bye, sweetie.
She need a ride?
She's, um, got a car.
Do you need a ride?
I need a life.
Yeah, you do, don't ya?
Look, Pacey...
I think I need to apologize. To me?
I kinda maybe overreacted a little.
You don't say?
I can't help it, ok?
Happiness, it freaks me out.
It's like all those perfectly manicured lawns
at the beginning of Blue velvet, you know?
You just know something evil lurks beneath.
You know what the real problem is here, don't you, Audrey?
No, please enlighten me.
You are much more afraid to have sex with me the second time
than you were the first.
You see, I've had a very educational night tonight
at my favorite gay bar,
and what I've come up with
is I'm just simply not gonna take no for an answer.
Well, that's not very PC of you.
No, it's not, and this probably isn't, either.
Mmm.
So what made you change your mind, anyway?
I met this really hot guy in the band.
Wait a minute. This hot guy was...
Mmm.
I brought you a t-shirt.
Cool.
Would I bring you anything less?
Mmm.
So how's Joey?
Would you believe she almost had an affair
with her English professor?
Joey?
Mm-hmm.
Joey Potter?
Yeah.
Wow.
It was bizarre, actually.
It was, like, almost like meeting
a new person or something.
What does that mean?
I don't know. I just...
Well, like, talking to her tonight,
I just realized how much time has passed...
How much we've all changed.
And it's so bad?
Not necessarily.
Can I ask you something?
What?
Do you think that when, uh,
when 2 people are in a relationship,
that they should be passionate about the same things
in order for it to work?
No. Not as long as they're passionate about each other.
And we are.
Right? We're passionate about each other.
You're not having doubts about us, are you?
No. No, I'm just tired.
I don't know. Insane.