Previously on Dawson's Creek
You and me, roommates?
Sure, why not?
This is Miss Emma Jones.
Who has that fantastic apartment
I was telling you about. - She's hot.
I don't want you living with a hot girl.
I want you to know
I probably wouldn't be living in a dream at all if it weren't for you.
Thank you.
Hey.
You're up.
Yeah. Um, you went out.
Yeah.
Could you...
Sure.
Thanks.
So I got you a--
Did you get me a latte?
Roses.
All over Worthington.
Kinda hokey, don't you think?
Yeah, that's exactly what I think.
Well, it's a $500 fine to pick one of these.
Worth every penny.
So we should probably stop and think about this.
You know, about what it means.
I mean, about how this will change...
Things.
Maybe later.
Yes. Hello.
I was wondering if you could bring up--
No, no, no, no.
No room service for you this morning.
What? We can afford it.
We?
Ok. My dad can afford it.
What do you say, champagne? Bloody Marys?
I say that we're not on the set of Dynasty
and you have class in an hour.
Now, which tie?
Mmm, I don't know. They're both kind of hideous.
Ok, look. You'll have plenty of time for fashion critiques
once I actually get the job, but for right now,
I just don't want to be late for the interview. Ok?
I'm sure that it is just a technicality.
Trust me. When my dad pulls strings, they stay pulled.
How do you think I got into Worthington?
Oh, oh. Are they always supposed to be this tight?
You have actually worn a tie before, haven't you, Pacey?
Of course I have. Once.
Once.
Yes, once.
Mmm.
Ok. Wish me luck. I'm out the door.
Luck!
Yes, hello. Is this room service?
Oh, my gosh. You know my name. How cool.
Yeah, I'm feeling a little continental this morning.
Ok, so we share the art history.
Um, all this Kafka is mine, and they gave us a math book by mistake.
Oh! I'll take that, thank you very much.
Wait a second. Math?
Don't tell me you actually took my advice.
Stranger things have happened.
And I suppose this has nothing to do with the fact
that a certain someone actually teaches math?
Are you implying that there's anything wrong
with taking an interest in someone's life's work?
I think it's a slippery slope.
I mean, one minute you're taking an interest
and the next you're sublimating your own thoughts and desires,
and for what?
For a grand chance to participate
in the great patriarchal heterosexist fraud
that is better known as monogamy?
I mean, is that really how you want to spend your golden years,
folding some man's laundry and pretending to actually share an interest?
I mean, haven't we come further as a sex--what?
Hi. I'm sorry.
Are we bothering you?
Because, perhaps if it's not too much trouble,
you could just get your own conversation.
No. Sorry.
It's just that I've been sitting here trying to figure out
where I've met you before,
and suddenly I realized I've never met you before.
Great. Well, I'm really glad that we got that figured out.
I've heard you on the radio.
She was on the radio.
Well, you were.
She was very good, too.
Ok, you got me. I'm busted. I was on the radio.
But I'm not anymore, so...
Thank you very much for listening and buh-bye.
So did you get fired or what?
What is this, an interview?
I'm just curious.
Well, let's just say that I had some...
Artistic differences with the new management.
Fine. Then we'll just say that.
Fine.
Excuse me, young man.
Would you care to join us?
It's 8:35 on a Saturday morning.
The phone rings. Who is it?
Cable company, phone company,
debt consolidators.
Why do they keep calling back?
Because it works.
Now, if you don't think you can do that,
if you don't think you can commit
to becoming the lowest form of life,
the kind that lives by his wits,
the kind that doesn't take no for an answer,
then I suggest you leave.
No. You know what? In fact, I insist you leave.
Right now!
All right, then.
To clarify:
The hours are long, the pay is crap,
when you're not working, you will be studying
for your Series 7 stockbroker exam.
There are no second chances here.
If you do not pass this test on your first try,
you will be let go from the training program
and replaced by one of a zillion other guys
who would kill to have this job.
Questions?
Well, given how completely and historically screwed
the market is right now,
why would any sane person want this job?
Same reason people play the lottery.
You mean money?
No.
Not that there's anything wrong with money.
I mean hope.
That tiny surge of adrenaline
that courses through your veins
right before you check the winning numbers.
That's what we're selling here.
That's what every stockbroker sells,
and you all wouldn't be here
if you didn't want some of it.
So, those of you who want it bad enough,
I'll see you Monday morning.
Otherwise, disperse.
I actually do have one more question.
Shoot.
Who the hell are you?
Rich Rinaldi.
Pacey Witter.
And, Mr. Rinaldi, I don't need till Monday morning.
I'm in right now.
Look forward to working with you, Pacey.
Ok.
And, uh...
You might want to rethink that suit.
Seems a little gay.
Ahem.
Hi.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
Do you have to work today?
Yeah. Yeah. Uh, but I was thinking
maybe we could get together later on.
Great. Like around 5:00?
Sure. Ok.
I'll, uh, I'll call you.
Great.
Not like, "I'll call you," like the bad cliche,
like I say that I'll call you and I never do.
You mean not like the standard blow-off you get from a frat guy
trying to make a graceful exit from the world's most embarrassing hook-up?
Yes. I mean, no. Not--not like that.
Not embarrassing.
Ha ha!
None of that. No.
So I guess we're in agreement
that since last night, words have totally lost all meaning.
Because I just spent 15 minutes in that bathroom
trying to think of something to say to you,
and, well, all I could come up with was "Hi."
I liked it. It was heartfelt and sincere.
It was idiotic.
I can top that.
The note that I left on your pillow this morning?
4 drafts.
I spent like an hour trying to come up with something
historically meaningful to say to you,
something that would encapsulate everything
about how I felt about us,
about sex, about the most incredible night of my life,
and you know what I came up with?
"Went out for breakfast."
4 of the dumbest words in the English language,
and not one of them says what I meant to say.
I have to get that.
Hello.
Leery, I'm waiting!
Why am I waiting, you ask?
'Cause you're not bloody here.
Yeah, sorry about that. I was--
You're just gonna get your ass over here,
that's what you're gonna do.
Go. Call me later.
Ok. And then we can talk.
We can finish what we were--
Right, but I have one important thing
to ask you right now.
What?
What happened to the other 3 drafts?
Oh, I tossed them in the dumpster.
I see. When you went out to get coffee?
Yeah.
I thought that was a little suspicious.
It was, actually, and--and now that you mention it,
um...
Todd calling.
How could you tell?
I'm assuming Satan could only be one person
other than Beelzebub himself.
Hello.
I'm gonna need a triple Espresso
and some sort of pastry-type situation,
preferably Italian.
I'm on my...
Way.
Go. Get out of here.
I'm afraid to see what happens
if the devil calls 3 times in one hour.
You know, before I leave,
I just want to make absolutely certain--
Dawson...
Shut up.
Good-bye.
Would you murder someone in this alley?
Yeah, you, for wanting to change a location
18 other people have signed off on. Here.
What? No 20-minute speech on how you're too good to get my coffee?
No 20-minute tirade on how it's cold?
I must be mellowing.
Or I've been bringing you decaf all summer.
Ha ha ha ha! Right.
Which would explain the lack of me yelling at you
this morning when you failed to show up
at our prearranged meeting place.
That was a lack of yelling?
You weren't in your room, either.
No.
I spent the night at a friend's.
A friend's? Had I known you actually had any friends,
I wouldn't have wasted valuable production dollars on lodging you.
Well.
Well...details.
Not a chance.
Every good thing that's happened in my life
I've essentially managed to talk out of existence.
I'm not gonna do that this time.
Suit yourself.
So, what am I doing today?
You'll find out when you get there.
Fair enough.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
You obviously don't remember me, but--
Oh, yeah. Sure. Nice to see you again.
Excuse me.
Sorry, I don't really have time to chit-chat.
I'm not attempting to forge some kind of social connection here.
Well, good, because--
You can just apologize and we'll move on.
Apologize? Yeah.
Look, it's really simple.
You read the book, you come to class.
Preferably in that order.
You finished?
Yes. Good.
You bumped into me just now in your mad dash
to read the lunch specials.
Well, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Didn't realize you were so delicate.
Hey! You came back.
Joey, right, from last night?
Yeah.
So you decided the glamour and prestige
of waitressing was for you, after all.
Well, let's just say I’m currently re-aligning
my life priorities.
And getting your bum grabbed by a bunch of sadistic drunks
is in your top 5.
No, but...
I'm trusting my instincts for a change.
So, is the job still available?
Yeah. I'll put a word in with the manager.
Oh, in the meantime, fill this out.
Thank you. No problem.
He doesn't eat here often, does he?
Him? Not particularly, no.
Oh, he does work here.
He's the bartender.
So, no classes today, either?
No, I had to shop,
you know, for the thing tonight.
Oh, honey, don't put the--
Mmm. Something smells good.
Here. Bon appetit.
That's ok. So, uh, what's the verdict, man?
Oh, man, I looked at 5 apartments this morning,
leading me to the inevitable conclusion that everything in our price range
is both disgusting and roach-infested.
Except for this place I looked at yesterday.
Yeah, but is it clean?
It's immaculate.
Whew.
Jack, I'm scandalized.
Is that an obviously gay trait that you've just revealed to us?
Hey, I'm clean. All right? Sue me.
Try living with someone's grandmother for a few years.
The solution here is really obvious.
We gotta go back. We gotta try again.
We have to convince this woman of why it is
she wants to live with the two of us.
If she doesn't want to live with guys,
she doesn't want to live with guys.
Who can blame her? Who wants to deal with
all those little shaving hairs in the sink
when you're trying to brush your teeth in the morning? Ecch.
Honey, as much as I love you,
you're missing the point. He is a neat guy.
That's one way of putting it.
And you are a slob. Admit it, Pacey,
you're not just a guy, you're a guy's guy.
Ok, granted, yesterday I may have been a guy's guy.
Today, I am a guy with a job.
You got it?
Yeah. Congrats, dude.
Well, it's not so much a job, really,
as an opportunity to become the lowest form of life,
which I'll explain later, because right now
we have an apartment to get.
Mmm. We?
Yes, we. Swallow.
Heh heh heh.
Hello. Hi. I was, um...
I was wondering if I could come look at the apartment today.
No, I think it's nice.
Yeah, that's what everybody says.
"Oh, you live with your grandma. That's so sweet."
How do they know I don't beat her with a stick
and leave her tied to the radiator all winter?
Is this a cry for help?
Do I look like I need help?
No. Actually, you look like someone
who'd probably be good at giving it.
Oh, god.
What?
Oh, no. It's not your fault.
This is my fault. This has happened to me before.
This religion thing is not really--god.
No! Not God. Not God. I'm gonna go.
Wait, look. You're right.
I do want something from you.
Several things, actually.
But, first, I want you to sit back down.
Sss...ok. I'll perch.
Fine.
I'm not fully committed to the sitting.
Understood. Um--
I could leave at any moment, especially if you continue
to not say anything.
Sorry, it's-- this is kind of a difficult thing
to phrase properly. Um...
No matter how I say it, I'm gonna sound like a total dork, so...
Have you ever heard of the stand?
Buh-bye.
W-Wait a second. Wait a second.
It's not a religion. It's a peer counseling program.
You're saying you think I need counseling?
No. I'm saying I think you could give counseling.
Oh, you mean help people.
Yeah. Look, all I'm asking
is that you come to an information session tonight.
It starts at 7:00.
And you'll be there?
Yeah, I'll be there.
I think I made a huge mistake.
Excuse me?
A wrong turn or something.
I mean, this can't be the place I'm supposed to meet you.
There's no "here" here.
Wrong again.
What is this place?
This is where we're shooting the movie. Well, most of it.
Actually, did I mention it takes place in the seventies?
No.
Yeah. A bunch of teenagers
obsessed with the Boston stranger
end up spending the weekend at this old house in Cape Cod,
scaring the crap out of each other, of course.
Sounds familiar.
Yeah. Actually, I'm really proud of the set.
Todd let me have a lot of input into the design.
Why is that?
Because I’m a valued assistant.
I suspected as much.
And he doesn't trust his production designer.
A notoriously shifty race of people?
And he says he has no friggin' idea
what a typical American house should look like.
A typical American house?
Come on.
Dawson, this is incredible.
All that stuff about you can't go home again.
You can.
Through the magic of movies.
Isn't your mom gonna freak when she sees your house
in a horror movie?
Heh heh. It probably won't be too good for property values,
but you got to admit it's kind of cool.
It's more than cool.
Dawson, this is spectacular.
It's like it's your movie.
Well, except it's not.
I'm just the director's assistant.
Come on, you have to admit you've come a long way
since Sea Creatures from the Deep.
I mean...
It's like it's the real thing.
As real as something can be that's entirely an illusion.
Entirely?
Well, see for yourself.
Yeah. We, uh...
Kind of ran out of money.
Hmm.
Leery, you sick bastard!
How many times have I told you...
Hello, hello, hello.
Leery's got a bird.
Oh, boy.
Todd, Joey. Joey...Todd.
Hey.
Hi.
Joey goes to Worthington.
What's that, like a college or something?
Yeah.
Never heard of it.
So, what do you think of our set?
Um, it's amazing.
It will be. Do you still got that list we made
of all the bloody things wrong with it?
Every bloody one. I already got the art department
started on the corrections.
Excellent.
We're coming back and filming in 2 weeks, you know.
That's what I heard.
So, you'll, uh...
You'll come back and visit us then, then?
I hope so.
Ok.
Bye.
You've giving me the bum's rush out of here, isn't you?
Is that so you can take the night off
and go frolicking with that bird?
Something like that.
So, what time's the car leave for the airport tomorrow?
8:00.
Wake-up call 7:30, second wake-up call 7:45.
Right.
So, I'll see you then.
Go get 'em, tiger.
Whoa. Nice place.
Yeah. Yeah, this is definitely the one.
All right, so we're all clear
on exactly what it is that we need to do here, right?
I don't know. It might actually be a little too nice.
Audrey-- - Yes, clear.
Audrey Liddell, character witness for the defense.
Whatever. Hello?
Hi. I'm, um, I'm here about the apartment.
I remember you. For yourself?
In a way, yes.
In a way that involves you living here
and me never having to see either of these 2 wastrels again
for the rest of my natural-born life?
Not exactly, no.
I'm afraid there's been some sort of mistake.
Whoa, hey. Just hold on a second here.
You're not even gonna let the woman speak her mind?
Well, the fact that she's with you
raises serious doubts as to whether she has one.
Look, I just want a second chance
because I obviously did not make the best
first impression yesterday,
but I am positive that if you did
give me a second chance, I could sell you
on the obvious benefits of living with 2 fine young gentlemen like--
Yeah, hi. Um...
We thought it over and we'll take it.
Sorry. It's too late.
Nice tie, by the way.
Ok, so, as I was saying,
most of what we do around here
is simply information and referrals.
And 99 times out of 100
just reminding someone to take a deep breath...
And to keep on breathing is enough.
Tomorrow will be another day,
for you, too.
Which brings me to our number one rule around here:
Never be afraid to ask for a hug
at the end of a tough day.
Hey, Jen!
Hi. You made it.
Yep. Made it.
Well, let's go. We're late.
You know, I'm sorry. I can't go back in there.
Back in there?
Yeah, I was already in there.
I saw the posters, the--
it's just--it's just that it's not for me--
the hugging and the one day at a time.
Oh, ok. I see.
So, you're one of those people who've found some other way to live,
one that doesn't involve one day at a time.
Look, I don't want to knock your system.
I'm sure that it's a really good system, but--
It's just not cool enough for you. That's fine.
No, I didn't say that.
I--I mean, honestly,
I think it's really nice that you have something
that you believe in like that.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
No, it--it's just that I'm not much of a joiner.
Um...
It was really nice to meet you...
And good luck, and...bye.
So, then, why did you come?
Um...that's not obvious?
For argument's sake, let's say it's not.
I made myself this promise over the summer.
What was that?
That, no matter what,
I would really do things differently this year,
like try to make new friends and stuff, and I can't do that
by pretending to be somebody that I'm not,
because then those friends that I make would think
that I'm something that I'm not.
And what aren't you?
Well, for starters, I'm not as great as a person
as you think I am.
Well, that's too bad.
It was nice to meet you.
And no matter what happens this year,
I hope you do one thing.
What's that?
Change your mind about yourself.
Listen, Emma, you're gonna have to take my word for this,
but lesbians are notorious for committing too soon.
You give it a week, they're gonna be splitsville
and throwing your appliances at each other.
How do you know I'm not gonna be throwing my appliances at you?
And, for that matter, how do you know I'm not a lesbian?
That's a good point.
And you make your living selling people stuff.
It's just I--
When you stop and think about this,
you're going to realize
that the benefits to living with the two of us
far outweigh the disadvantages.
So let's just think about it for one second, shall we?
How is it that 2 schlubs like us
can afford to live in a place like this,
because the neighborhood is not that great, am I right?
I am right, so you gotta give give me that one, right?
Living with 2 guys,
it's like having free security.
Secondly, I am a fantastic cook,
and I will cook you anything, anytime, anywhere,
but the piece de resistance,
and we discussed this last night,
I am a thoroughly monogamous,
domesticated, American male
with a girlfriend,
a steady girlfriend.
Yeah, it's true, you know,
about the cooking, although...
We'll probably actually be breaking up soon,
and then God knows what string of hos
he'll have running through this joint,
and he's really noisy, too,
Especially when he's, um, having-- - Honey?
Honey. Darling.
Sweetheart? Yes.
Sidebar. Sure! Excuse me.
Well, I mean, you know, it's a pretty cool place...
Yeah. But she told you about the--the mice problem, right?
Ohh, god.
Thought you were gonna be helping on this.
I didn't like this situation last night,
and now that I see you bantering back and forth with that girl,
I like it even less!
That girl?
That girl hates me!
I know.
She hates you too much.
I don't trust it!
Thank you. Sure, no problem. Yeah, anytime. Hey!
Thank you very much. Let's go.
He--hey--no! Hello!
Wait! Please stop.
Where are you going? Hello! Hi!
Wait! Wait! Come back!
What did you say?
Oh, my love for this apartment
knows no ethical boundaries.
I'm sorry that took so long.
Oh.
No problem.
So, I was thinking...
Mmm.
Always a dangerous proposition. Yeah.
I'm thinking I wanna take you out tonight.
For your birthday, officially.
If you don't have other plans.
Well,
Considering no one else even remembered my birthday,
I can't imagine any other plans I would have.
But, Dawson, I'd kinda like to change first. I--
I thought maybe we could have a, uh, drink before dinner.
Kinda hokey, don't you think?
Yeah, that's exactly what I think.
You put a little thought into this.
Just a little.
Whoa!
There must be, like, $100 worth
of stuff in here.
Mmm, it's probably more like, 200.
"Dear Todd, thanks for choosing us.
We look forward to processing your dailies"?
Champagne?
Dawson, isn't Satan gonna notice that this is gone?
You know how many gift baskets a Hollywood director gets
before he starts a new production?
How many?
A lot.
A toast.
To Joey Potter...
On her 19th birthday,
a day that will live in infamy.
A great day.
And one that hasn't ended yet.
It's late, isn't it?
Mmm.
Guess we sort of lost track of time.
Yeah, in a good way.
Meaning?
Time's the enemy, right?
Our enemy?
Mmm, you're not planning
on turning into a pumpkin at midnight?
No, but I am leaving tomorrow.
And then what?
And then I come back.
Back to what, exactly?
To us.
Do you hear something?
Nope.
You should answer that, you know.
Why? Because you love that job.
Not him.
You're lying. No, I'm not.
Dawson, yes, you are. I'm not.
Wha--
Hey, Joey!
What--giv--give me--
Who's the girl? Joey...
No, who's the girl calling your cell phone?
That's not fair.
No, tell me. Who is it?
Nobody.
Oh, nobody. That's interesting because she--
She's a friend. She's a--some friend from L.A.
Well, first she's nobody, and now she's a friend.
Which is it, Dawson? She's just a girl.
She's a girl I've been kind of seeing.
Hi!
Um, are you guys gonna stand out here all night?
Because, um, we're trying--
not very successfully, mind you--
to throw you a surprise party.
Hey, surprise!
Happy birthday!
You hate it, don't you?
No!
Lucky me!
Do you love it?
I got it at Fred Segal, so you can't return it
even if you don't, but not that you would
because it's totally stunning and everything!
I love it, Audrey. It's great.
It's just what I wanted. Thank you.
You're welcome!
Joey, is something wrong?
Oh, no!
God, no, I--
Wow, it--
Excuse me for a second.
You have a girlfriend?!
I slept with you last night, and you have a girlfriend?
This is a very unhappy birthday.
I didn't say that. I said I'd been seeing someone.
Seeing someone! What the hell does that mean, Dawson?!
I don't know, but the point is, Joey, I broke up with her
the second something happened between us. How?!
How, in your mind?!
The first thing this morning.
Where do you think I went when I left?
I thought you went out for breakfast!
I didn't know you were getting up early
to go break up with someone else!
Well, would you rather I didn't? No!
I would rather you weren't involved with someone
when we finally sleep together!
Joey, I'm sorry if this ruins the fantasy,
but this girl means nothing
to me compared to you-- - You should've told me!
When? Where? Before!
Joey, stop!
Why? Why stop now?
Everyone here who thinks Dawson should've told me
he had a girlfriend before he decided
to sleep with me, raise your hand.
You're blowing this way out of proportion.
Uh--uh, ok, maybe you guys should, uh,
just take a breather for a moment, let cooler heads prevail?
Or we could just leave.
Uh, that's a great idea. Let's go.
Uh, no, I can't.
Honey, now's not the time.
I'm sorry. I know that Dawson's our friend, too,
but I personally cannot leave until Joey says it's ok.
It's fine, Audrey.
Ok, good.
Happy birthday, Jo.
They are gonna rip each other's heads off.
Let's just go.
We didn't talk at all this summer,
which was your choice as much as it was mine.
So I asked you to lie to me?
Joey, you and I both know
if either one of us had stopped and thought
for even a second last night,
then what we did never would have happened,
and I for one am not sorry that it did.
If you are, then that's--
that's a completely separate argument.
That's actually a much bigger deal than--
Dawson, you have a girlfriend!
How is that not a big deal?
Had a girlfriend, Joey.
And, look, I'm willing to admit
that the timing on this is far from perfect,
but I'm sick of waiting for this so-called perfect timing
that's obviously never gonna happen for us.
Oh, yeah, right. You know, it's...
Better to just get it over with and move on, you know?
"Slept with Joey. Just...
Cross that off my list of things to do."
You know that's not how I think.
How do I know that, Dawson? I haven't talked to you all summer.
Apparently you've changed so much that you're willing--
You really think I'd wanna sleep with you
and not want it to mean more, Joey?
You think I've been waiting all these years
for us to have one night together
and then go our separate ways?
Oh, I'm sorry you got sick of waiting, Dawson.
I'm sorry that I wanted our first time
to mean something more than just--
It does mean more, Joey! It--
I mean, it--it means everything
to me. I--
I don't know what it means to you.
Oh, you're saying that I wanted this to happen?
No, 'cause that would involve you actually knowing what you want,
which we both know is not likely
to happen anytime this decade.
Oh, great, you know?
Use something I said when I was a child!
You're still a child, Joey.
You're still the same scared little girl who--
Who what?
Who what, Dawson?
Who broke your heart?
God! Is the statute of limitations
ever gonna end on that one? Ever?!
Dawson, I'm sorry I don't have the same dreams I had
when I was 15 years old,
and I'm sorry that I moved on faster than you did,
but you know what?
Maybe not everything that happens to you is my fault!
And maybe just because I want more from my life than--
More than what? More than us?
You don't know, do you?
You've never known.
The entire time I've known you, all you've wanted
to do is escape.
From me, from Capeside.
I mean, you say that I'm the dreamer.
I'm the one who doesn't wanna live in the real world.
Well, I'm doing it, Joey.
Right now. I'm living in the real world.
It's you who wants the fantasy.
I want the fantasy?
Yes.
Who lit the candles?
Who bought the champagne?
Who dumped who 4 years ago?
Joey, I know what I want.
I've always known what I want.
Before we destroy whatever chance we might actually have
at having a relationship,
I'm asking you, please,
stop and think about this.
Is this really what you want? Is this...
Really the way
that you want things to end between us?
They do this all the time, right? No big whoop.
I mean, it's normal to fight. It's healthy.
Ooh, I don't know if healthy's the word I would use
to describe their relationship.
I mean, I’m all for "will they, won't they"
finally getting their shot,
but for 2 people to be that dependent on each other
for their life's happiness is just--
Incredibly romantic?
Or perhaps structurally unsound?
Yeah, I'll second that.
Whoa, wait a second. All of a sudden you're coming out
as some sort of nonbeliever?
Hey, let's not forget who broke them up the first time around.
Ooh!
Jen?
Oh, don't look at me. I'm too far messed up
in this thing to have an opinion.
I am just the road kill
on the Dawson and Joey highway.
Ok...
4 incredibly expensive soft drinks.
Thanks. Thank you.
Can I get you lot anything else?
Didn't think so.
Uh, Emma,
hold on a sec.
Yes?
Listen, I, uh, just wanted to apologize for this afternoon--
You can have it.
Excuse me?
The flat. You can have it.
I just didn't want to give your little friend there the satisfaction,
but he was right about the security.
The neighbors got broken into twice last year.
So, if you like, you can move in at the weekend.
You will not regret this.
Oh, yes, I will.
Thank you.
So what did she say?
We're moving in this weekend.
Seriously?
Yes! Grr!
Ok, I suppose a toast is in order,
though why I should be toasting
to you leaving me all alone at Grams' is beyond me.
Yeah, and I don't really think I should celebrate something
that could be the death knell of my relationship.
Well, we're in a bit of a bind then,
'cause we do need a toast.
Well, uh...
To friendship then.
To friendship.
To friendships.
To friendship.
What time's your flight?
10:00.
You should probably allow extra time--
I will.
Why are you doing this, Joey?
We're doing this, Dawson.
It's what we do. It's what we always do.
Last night was real.
Today was real.
It's you, not me,
who doesn't wanna deal with the realities
of an adult relationship.
You're right.
That's it? I'm right?
I want the fantasy.
I want more than anything
for us to be together.
But not like this.
Not screaming at the top of our lungs
about things that happened 4 years ago.
But if we can't argue like this
and get past it, then...
Maybe there's nothing here worth saving.
Maybe last night was just...
Just what?
Just 2 old friends making a huge mistake.
Wow.
If that's the way you feel, then--then I...
Should go.