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Boring. Seen it.

Wouldn't watch it if you paid me.

Rerun. Home shopping.

Spanish. Japanese.

Lebanese?

Adult movie channel scrambled...

Nah.

American Movie Classics, it is.

-Who? -John Doe.

-The one in the speech. -Oh.

Hey, Joe.

Hey.

Remember that guy who went on the killing spree

and was found innocent after claiming sleep deprivation?

Yeah, he went postal.

Took out, like, half of that fast-food restaurant.

Well, I think I need to call his lawyer.

Let me guess. Bessie and Bodie's new addition

still pulling a day for a night?

I swear to God, Dawson.

My sister gave birth to Rosemary's Baby.

I mean, I haven't slept for days,

and my GPA's taking a nosedive, and...

Last week I got caught in a pool of drool

in European History.

Ooh. That's pretty.

-Well, crash here. -You sure?

Yeah.

No drooling, though.

Dawson, are you still, on this old-movie-classic kick?

Don't you think it's time you take a stroll down new releases lane?

I've seen everything in the video store twice.

Trust me, there's nothing on the tube.

Dawson, Gary Cooper's kind of a snoozer.

Exactly. See, in the forties you could be a well-intentioned geek

and still end up with the girl.

Whatever happened to the standard Garry Cooper types.

You know? Likeable, but not too self-involved.

Smart without being arrogant.

I mean, come on! What happened to that guy?

So, big meeting with the investors this morning?

Uh-huh.

You're interviewing the police commissioner, right?

At 10:00.

You look great.

So do you.

Thanks.

You are welcome.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Dr. Keenan's at 3:00?

Right.

He says we're making progress.

Yup, he does.

Dawson.

Uh, Dawson, honey, have some breakfast.

Take a load off.

Uh, actually, I can't. I'm running a little late this morning.

How's school going?

Fine. Great. I gotta go.

Well...

So...

Big, uh, meeting with the investors this morning?

Same one as 2 1/2 minutes ago.

You know, this town

is the absolute embodiment of dull.

Apart from the occasional sex scandal

provided by yours truly, nothing happens here.

Oh man...

You know, I swear, one day

this town is just gonna shut down completely

-due to lack of interest.

Hey, watch it, man!

Listen, uh...

Maybe you can help me out.

With what, driving lessons?

No, but that's... that's really cute.

I'm looking for the high school.

Capeside High?

Yeah.

You gonna help me out or I gotta ask Captain Ahab over there?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. Uh...

Alright. You want to take this road

about another mile down, right?

Take a left on Blanton Street... And you know,

you're probably gonna have to write this down, sport.

No. Total recall.

Okay, so you get to that first stop sign after the rotary,

and you take a left. The high school's right there. You can't miss it.

Actually, you know what?

Uh... I'm head in that direction right now,

so if you wanted to give me a ride,

I'd be happy to navigate for you.

And ride with such a...reckless driver?

Come on. Does that sound smart to you?

Yes, good baby.

Bodie, I need to dry my hair.

Oh...

You know, this is my dresser.

Well, I'm gonna be late for work.

You look like hell.

Yeah, well, the human alarm clock kept me up all night.

I overslept, and I didn't even have time to cram

for my Spanish test.

Look, Joey, I know things have been crazy around here

since Alexander was born, but it's the first time

for Bodie and I, and the learning curve's

been a little steep, but I promise,

things will settle down around here just as soon

as we get through this adjustment period.

Yeah, when will that be?

2...3 years max.

Wonderful.

Mi hermano Ricardo es muy alto.

Sí, Sí.

Thanks, Dawson. I really appreciate this.

Not a problem. I just wish they'd teach

some more useful Spanish phrases.

So, where's the girlfriend this morning?

Don't know. I haven't seen her. Pay attention.

Um, "My uncle's bicycle is from Mexico."

Uh... La bicicleta de mi tio es de México.

That's it. You're brilliant.

It was just that, you know, you haven't said much lately.

Things between you and Jen okay?

I mean, everything going swimmingly?

Great.

I mean, I admit it got a little bit rough there for a little while. But...

Yeah. I mean, things are going great.

Good. That's really good.

Bueno.

Oh, yeah... bueno.

-Hey, I was hoping to see ya. -Hey, how are ya?

Mwah! Good.

-Come on. -I like your vest.

Thank you.

Here's your book. Good luck.

Thanks.

And you...

I assume we're still on for bowling tonight?

Absolutely. Can't wait.

I'll see you guys.

Bye, Joey.

So, can I walk you to math?

Uh, actually, uh...

Damn. Um...

You know, I-- I forgot...

Can I catch up with you later, Dawson?

Yeah?

Yeah. I'll... I'll see you in class, okay?

-Okay.

Alright.

Billy, what...what the hell are you doing here?

Is that any way to greet the love of your life?

Oh, I'm sorry. Uh... Hello, Billy. Please leave.

No.

Come on, Jenny. I drove all night

just to see you.

New York's only 4 hours from here.

I got lost?

Billy, do you have any idea what my grandmother would do

if she found out you were here?

I mean, the whole reason that my parents sent me to Capeside

was to get me away from you.

Billy, things have changed, okay?

Believe it or not, I've changed.

And I-- I'm not the same person--

that you knew in New York.

Alright then. Alright then tell me about it.

Look, go for a ride with me,

and you can fill me in on all the advances.

Huh?

Come on, two minutes. Is that too much to ask for?

Alright, Billy.

But I'm keepin' time.

Dawson.

Uh...hi.

Hey, look, I'm looking for Jen.

You don't know where she is this period, do you?

No, I don't. Sorry.

Well, give her a message, will you?

Tell her I'm having a barbecue at my house this Saturday,

and I'd uh, I'd love it if she can make it.

Hey, what the hell. Why don't-- why don't you come too?

Cool. Sounds-- Sound great.

And one other thing. I don't know

if you can help me with it.

Jen doesn't have a boyfriend, does she?

Uh...yeah. She does. Me.

Really?

Yeah.

Uh, that's terrific, man.

What about sailing lessons?

Or fencing?

No, no, no.

What about scuba diving? How does that sound?

Expensive. You need tanks and fins.

Those aren't cheap.

And then some overpaid instructor at 40 bucks an hour?

Of course, you're the family breadwinner.

So, it's not really my call, is it?

Well, I would love to do it, Mitch.

Dr. Keenan wants us to experience new things.

That neither of us have ever done before.

Well, hey, why didn't you say so?

We've never tried swinging or spouse swapping.

Wouldn't that be more appealing to your recreational tastes?

When are you gonna stop punishing me?

When I can get the vision of my naked wife

playing hide the...

When it stops hurting.

Billy, being here has been good for me,

and so, if I could somehow,

without being too rude

ask you to leave?

Okay, but help me out here, Jen.

I'm way too beat to make this ride tonight.

And...

I'm a little strapped for hotel money, so...

Just find me a place to crash for the night,

and I'm out of here by morning--

Is everything okay?

Dawson! H-hi.

Yeah, everything's fine. It was--

Hey, how's it going?

Billy Konrad.

Billy's an old friend of mine from New York.

Uh...can I talk to you for one second, Dawson?

Yeah.

Look, I know this is kind of awkward,

but would it be okay tonight

if Billy stayed at your house--

Stay with me for the night?

Jen, I don't even know him! I just met him!

He's a complete stranger to me. I don't know anything about him!

Okay, well, what do you wanna know?

I don't even know where to start.

I mean, first of all, is he really just a friend or is he something more than that?

Dawson, first of all...

I've already told you about Billy.

Is he the guy?

He's Mr. Got-Caught-Doing- It-In-Your-Parents-Bed?

Yeah, but it-- it's completely over between Billy and I,

and I told him everything about us,

and that I'm with you now.

But he is still my friend, and only...

my friend, and...

I'd really appreciate it

if you could give him a place to crash for the night.

Believe me, Dawson. Anything Billy ever meant to me,

you now mean 10 times that.

Please, Dawson. For me?

Thank you, sir.

Yeah, no problem.

Thank you, Dawson.

So this must be pretty weird for you, huh?

What's that?

Having me here.

Having your girlfriend's ex sharing your bedroom,

I mean, that's got to be a real trip, man.

It's only 'til tomorrow, so...

Oh, yeah, right.

That's what Jenny said. Tomorrow, right?

So, what are you anyway, some sort of film buff?

Something like that, yeah.

Ohh...

Now, this is cute.

That's a collector's item.

Look Billy, if you're staying another day, I should know. Jen should know.

Okay, how about this?

I'm not leaving tomorrow.

In fact, I have no intention of leaving

until Jen's thrown you over and come back to me.

So,

What do you do about it, Dawson.

Do you have daddy throw me out?

Do you personally remove me from the premises?

Have a sense of humor, man!

Look at you!

You are all torqued up over nothing.

Yeah. I'll probably split tomorrow.

But in the meantime,

You and I should take advantage

of our newfound closeness here.

I'll bet you're dying to get to know

what Jen was like in New York.

So...

Shoot. Ask away.

Billy, I already know all about you and Jen,

And her life in New York.

So, nothing I'm curious about,

no information I'm subtly fishing for, okay? She told me everything.

She gave you the headlines.

Caught in bed...

Shipped up here to get away from me.

Et cetera and so on,

but did she give you the details?

Did she fill in the blanks that make a story a story?

Because my guess is

there's a lot you don't know, Dawson.

My guess is you don't know the half of it.

Joey, I really need to talk to you.

Look, my life is rapidly becoming a punch line

to some seriously disturbed joke--

Shh! If you wake him up, your life will be over!

So, what is the problem?

Okay. You know how I yesterday I said that everything

between Jen and me was great, was fine?

Well, no, it's not. It's a mess.

Her ex-boyfriend from New York is here,

and he's staying at my house.

Oh, so that's who that cute guy was in school yesterday.

You're not helping.

Look, what's the big deal? I mean, I thought

you were with Jen. You guys are a couple, right?

Yeah. Of course.

So?

Well, you know, it's just that Mr. Smooth

rides into town, and all of a sudden bowling

started to sound pretty lame.

Dawson, bowling always sounds lame.

Look, um...

Billy's staying at my house, which I hate,

Okay? But if I kick him out, I look petty and insecure.

If I-- if I let him stay,

I feel like a patsy.

I mean...

Well, uh...

I'm beginning to think relationship problems run in my family.

Dawson, I hate to break it to you,

but your problems really aren't that original.

You know, divorce and dysfunction run rampant

in this town, so I--

Dysfunction I can handle, okay?

Divorce...

How much pain and humiliation

can a relationship endure before it's reached

the point of no return?

Are we talking about the father or the son here?

Dawson, relax.

Don't worry about it, you know?

It's all gonna blow over, and you're gonna be on

to bigger and better problems before you know it.

You think so?

Don't worry.

I should...sit tight?

It's all gonna be fine.

Right. Thanks.

You're the best.

Ohh...

You know, I really did want to let you know, Dawson,

how much I appreciate your generosity

in giving him a place to crash and everything.

Billy's not exactly here

to watch the leaves change color,

is he, Jen?

No. Didn't think so.

I think he's here to get you back.

I don't know whether you think I'm...super-evolved

or just plain oblivious to everything, but you know this is really--

Look, Dawson, I told-- I told him it's over with us.

I told him everything about us, you know that.

I don't think he's getting the message,

and quite frankly, I don't think you want him to.

Hey, Dawson, um...

I don't want to lie to you, so...

Yeah, Billy still has feelings for me.

I mean...we never really got a chance to say goodbye.

My parents threw me out of New York so fast

there was never any time for closure.

I thought you wanted to make a break from all those guys who sexualized you way too young.

But-- but Billy wasn't one of them. He was the only guy

who ever treated me with respect.

He-- he treated me well.

So, you're going back to him?

I'm...

You have to think about that?

It-- it's just not that simple, alright?

It's confusing, okay?

We're invited to a party tonight at Cliff Elliott's,

and I want you to come with me.

I want things to go back to normal,

and I want Billy gone.

Look, I can't just send him away like that.

Right, of course. He's treated you with nothing but respect,

but you know what, Jen? Last time I checked, so did I.

And how do I get repaid? By having the guy

who's had you everywhere from Battery Park

to your parents' bed dumped on me as my new bunkmate.

Dawson, come on! Be fair to me, alright?

Look, this isn't the easiest situation in the world

for me either, I mean...

I mean, imagine if some ex-girlfriend of yours

suddenly showed up to town and just put everything

in a whirlwind. How would you feel--

You know what, Jen? That's impossible, okay?

Because I don't have an ex-girlfriend.

You're my girlfriend, my first and only.

All I'm trying to do is prevent Billy's ex

from becoming my ex, too.

My feelings for you haven't changed, Dawson?

Can't you see that? Try and understand.

Unfortunately, I think I do.

-Look...

I need to rent The English Patient.

May I suggest to you a movie that does not completely blow?

No, because it was on cable last night,

and it put the baby to sleep.

In fact, it's the only thing that's put the baby to sleep

because the baby never sleeps.

And if the baby doesn't sleep, then I don't sleep,

and if I don't sleep, I get angry. I get irritable,

and I no longer maintain my sunny disposition.

So, Pacey, if you have the slightest bit of decency,

you'll rent this movie to me immediately

and bring 181 minutes of peace in my otherwise wretched life.

-Please? -Alright. But...

in my professional opinion, you don't need a video store.

You need a pharmacy.

Anyway... I hear Jen's ex

has been lurking around Capeside.

Met this strapping young fellow yet?

Oh, yeah. He's a real charmer.

Just about lost 3 toes

to a pair of his steel-belted radials.

So, what's the party line? Think she'll go back to him?

Return to her wanton New York ways?

You know, I really don't know.

But...

If Jen did ditch Dawson for Billy the Kid,

wouldn't that please a certain someone we both know?

You know me, Pacey, I mean...

I'm not one to stand in the way of true love, you know...

But if...if Jen has a connection to this guy, which...

seems like she does, you know...

What can we do about it?

Look, Joey,

I've never really taken

a particular interest in your life 'cause...

frankly, your life has never been particularly interesting,

but...

there is one thing I need to know.

You're really really enjoying the fact

that Jen's ex is in town, aren't you?

Well, it's intriguing, Pacey,

I mean, even you have to admit that.

But you know what?

This is the wedge you've been waiting for

that's gonna drive Jen and Dawson apart, right?

No, Pacey, you're such-- It-- It's--

It's not like that at all. You don't know what you're--

The 3 of us, we've been friends too long,

and up until now, I've just kind of stood idly by

and watched this all go down,

but it's time to lay this on the line, okay?

You have some raging hormonal obsession

for our friend Dawson.

And you just can't wait to get your hooks into him but good,

Can you? Huh?

Bite me, Pacey.

♪ Busted... ♪

Hey, be kind. Rewind.

What is the big deal?

The instruction was pretty basic.

It should never be more than 3 feet away from your buddy

at any time.

Oh, now that's ironic.

Me getting bitched at for floating away from you.

The teacher said that if there was a leak in the tank

and the oxygen ran out, or if I got caught in a kelp bed.

We were in a pool, Gale. Alright?

What's the worst that could happen?

We bump our heads on a water slide?

That is not the point.

Look, I can't do this by myself.

So, if you're gonna fight this therapy every step of the way,

then we're both just wasting our time,

so let me know, Mitch.

Because if that is the case, then we might as well--

Can I take your order?

Oh, uh... let's see, um...

You know everything's really good.

Uh, um...

Hey, Joey, Table 5.

Miss, uh, I think I'll just have some...

-Coffee to start and um-- -Alright, one second.

-Can I take your order? -Already ordered, ma'am.

This is Table 8, Joey. I said Table 5.

Okay.

Miss, that coffee, please?

Alright, in a second.

Uh...just a second.

Hey, Joe.

Oh, thank you, Satan for completing this night

of horrors by sending one of your disciples

to finish me off.

Um, what are you doing tonight?

Excuse me, I didn't order this!

Forget I said that, but I was just out

looking for a date, and since I couldn't find one,

-I thought of you. -Oh.

So, how's about it?

You wanna go crash a beach party with me, huh?

Oh, gee whiz. You know, as much as that sounds

like so much fun, you know, I'm kinda busy.

-Come on, Joe. It'll be fun. -Yeah.

After I serve the hundred millionth seafood platter,

finish picking the broken glass out of the ice machine,

scrape the mung out of the fry-o-laters,

I was thinking of maybe taking my tip money,

flying to the Canary Islands and opening an offshore account.

What do you think of that? Sorry.

Y-You know, when's the last--

Okay, alright, alright. You know, wait, Joey,

When was the last time you went out and had

some fun, alright?

Don't ask.

Besides, Dawson's gonna be there, alright?

-Big whoop. -Alone, Joey.

Go.

It's swamped.

Sara's coming in to cover.

Yeah, but you need me. I mean, she can't handle

-this by herself-- -Goodbye.

Thank you.

Come on, come on, come on.

Party on, Bessie.

Dawson? -Yeah?

Hey.

Hey.

-How's it going? -Um...

-Complicated, you? -Complicated.

Squarely in the midst of what Dr. Keenan would refer

to as Stage 4.

Stage 4.

Dare I ask what Stage 5 is?

Anyway... On to you.

Where's Billy the Kid?

Um...

Best guess? Probably hanging out with his ex-girlfriend,

who happens to be my current girlfriend,

which means, among other things,

that I'll be attending tonight's barbecue solo,

while Jen spends the afternoon with my new roommate.

I wonder what stage Dr. Keenan would put us in.

Well, high school.

Let's face it, Dad.

We're a couple of nice guys,

which stopped being a desirable character trait about half a century ago.

Dawson,

I am the last person who should be giving

you or anyone else romance tips.

However, it seems that every relationship

produces its share of disappointments

and insecurity and pain.

Anyone who's never been hurt is either very lucky

or very lonely.

The trick is...

To get through it.

How?

Compromise, tears...

Scuba lessons at the local "Y."

Different for everyone.

And that works?

I have no idea, kid.

No idea whatsoever.

Do you know how much I just wanna scoop you up

and take you back to New York with me?

And I would just end up turning around and coming here.

This is my home, Billy.

So this is really it?

You are leaving me for a guy who's got

an E.T. doll on his bed?

-It's a collector's item, Billy. -It is a doll.

Look, Billy, it's been good to see you again,

but I really should go to that beach party and find Dawson,

since I owe him about 400 explanations.

Alright then, before you leave, since who knows when

and if we'll ever see each other again,

How about for old time's sake, you and me,

just one...last...kiss?

One last kiss and then you'll go?

Scouts' honor.

Goodbye, Billy.

So, what'd I tell you? Is this a good party or what?

Oh, yeah. Time of my life.

I'm ready for the group hug whenever you are.

Oh, Melissa Fife. 1 o'clock. That's the girl

of my dreams right there. How do I look?

Like a before picture in an ad for geek remover.

Easy, doll. Jealousy's not gonna get you anywhere.

Hey.

Great party, huh?

Oh, yeah, the time of my life.

I've had such a rockin' time since I joined

the JV Football Team.

Oh, yeah, and cheerleading has opened up so many doors.

What do you say? One quick drink and we hit the video store?

Thought you'd never ask.

-Be right back. -Okay.

Hi.

Hey, you're here.

Yeah, I'm-- I'm here, I'm alone,

And-- and I'm sorry about everything, Dawson.

About the way that I treated you.

I mean, I was foolish, and it was stupid of me to think that--

Come on, let's go talk.

Drink?

Uh, no, thanks.

No, really. I got an extra, so it's--

Uh, you know, actually my friend's getting one,

so I'm fine, thanks.

Really? Who's your friend?

Dawson Leery. You probably don't know him.

Sure, Dawson.

Sophomore, currently hitting the beach

with that cute, blonde chick.

Drink?

Yeah, sure.

You know what, Dawson, I'm sorry.

I-- I know I could have handled things better,

but I-- it's like Billy showed up

and my judgment just flew right out the window.

I mean, I cut class, and I--

You're too hard on yourself.

I swear, she's too hard on herself.

Isn't she too hard on herself?

What is he doing here? I thought you told him to go.

I did. I-- I swear to God I told--

Yes, but I simply took the liberty

of reading between the lines.

What are you talking about?

Let's just say as a student of the goodbye kiss,

it possessed a little more kiss and a little less goodbye.

-What, you kissed him?! -It was a goodbye kiss, Dawson.

It was a goodbye kiss.

Alright, if that's all it was, then I will take

my leave right now, but you tell me, Jenny

tell me all that kiss said was goodbye.

Alright, not that I care, but you might want

to pace yourself with this stuff.

-Pacey, I know

I don't say it enough,

but you're a really terrific friend.

Oh, okay. Thanks, yeah.

Is this guy bothering you, Chloe?

Okay, just a couple of things.

First, her name's not Chloe, it's Joey.

And second, no, I'm not hitting on her.

I'm just her friend, God knows.

Well, thanks for the info.

We'll catch you later.

Come on, let's take a little walk.

Bye.

Jen, tell him that kiss meant nothing.

Dawson, you've got to understand.

I mean, this is-- this is such a confusing situation.

And what? Your world is turned so completely upside down

that you can't even answer a simple question?

You know what? I think she did answer the question.

I just think you happen not to like the answer.

Why don't you stay out of this, okay?

This is between Jen and Me. This does not concern you.

You know what? I think that's where we disagree, Dawson.

Because not only does this concern me,

it concerns me, gravely.

So, if there was ever a third and expendable wheel,

in this scenario, it would be you.

See, Jen and I go way back. She was with me long before

she ever had even entered into your fantasies.

You and everyone else.

You know, Dawson, I may have made some mistakes,

but at least I don't live in a fantasy world

-where everyone is pure-- -Jen, I'm sorry. I don't wanna

trade insults here. I just want to know where I stand.

One of us has got to go. Who's it going to be

him or me?

Jen, who's the third wheel in this scenario?

You know, I-- I think I am.

-Jen?

Are you happy now?

Actually, not too bad, you?

Are you trying...

Come on. Shh... Come on.

I hate dancing.

We're doing whatever you want to do, sweetheart.

Alright, Joe,

say goodbye to the nice serial rapist man.

You again, a-hole? She doesn't wanna leave.

I want us to leave, Pacey.

Alright, come on, cowboy, part's over.

Oh! God!

-Mmm! -You alright?

Ugh, yeah. Oh.

Joe?

Dawson, thank you.

You're my hero.

Man, you know, this is probably not one

of the brightest things you've ever done.

Shut up.

Dude, we gotta be quiet.

If Bodie sees her like this, she's dead.

Yeah, I know. Listen, you two stay here.

I'm gonna go ahead. You think you can handle lush life by yourself?

Dude, whatever you do, don't wake up the baby.

Okay, okay.

All righty. Okay, we're gonna walk.

Okay.

-Oh!

Hey, hey, little man.

Come on, why don't you just play like you're drunk Aunt Joey and uh, go on back to sleep.

There you go.

Let's get your feet up.

Oh, Joey...

I know it's been a tough week for you,

and you always try to handle everything by yourself.

Is that why you got drunk tonight, Joe?

Just need a little break from your life?

Tartar sauce. Tartar sauce, Table 5, Table 5.

-Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

Come on, little guy. Come on. You want that?

Right in there. Come on.

Oh, God, there's got to be

something to quiet this kid down.

It's probably the wrong time to tell you this, but, um...

Or I don't know, maybe it's the perfect time.

I realize how incredibly confusing things

are between us right now.

I can't even begin to explain our relationship.

You probably can't either. But um...

I just want you to know that um...

If you ever need me, I'll always be here for you.

All you ever have to do is ask.

So then, the guy who ends up

being The English Patient and that girl,

they're stranded in the cave

and she looks up at him, she's like,

"Oh, no. Please don't leave me.

Promise me you'll come back someday."

And he turns around-- Hey, hey, listen to this,

listen to this. He turns around, he's like,

"Don't worry, darling, I'll come back for you.

Unless, of course, my plane is shot down by Nazis,

and my face is burned beyond recognition after cutting off

William Dafoe's fingers." You like that?

Okay, it's cool Let's go.

Alright, sleep tight, little man.

I guess scuba diving wasn't such an inspired idea after all.

Yeah, well, I-- I don't think that, uh,

scuba diving, water skiing, or bungee jumping

is the key to solving our problems.

I know.

I just thought if maybe we tried something new...

I-- I'm not sure that it's the new stuff that needs the work.

Maybe we've neglected some of the old things?

Gale, I love you.

And I am willing to do whatever I have to.

So...

Why don't we just start

with something really simple, okay?

Something that doesn't require regulators

or uh...

parachutes, or...

oxygen tanks.

Okay. Like what?

May I?

One thing at a time, Gale.

Ha! Joey was so out of it tonight.

She-- she babbled on about the ice house,

kissed me, and rolled over and passed out--

-Wait, wait. She kissed you? -Yeah.

She kissed you like an aunt-on-Thanksgiving kiss

-or she kissed you-- -No...

She-- she kissed me.

I mean, it meant nothing.

I mean, she was completely wasted.

Obviously mistook me for Brad Pitt,

-which is understandable. -Ah, Dawson, my fine,

oblivious friend.

One of these days,

you're gonna have to take a gigantic fact check, my friend.

Alright, she didn't mistake you for anybody, okay?

This girl is head-in-the-clouds,

100% ass backwards in love with you, alright?

-Oh, dude, Pacey...

Joey and I have a great time together.

And it's great to have somebody that you know so well

that you don't even have to verbalize what you're thinking

most of the time.

The other person just gets it, picks up on it,

and-- and it-- it's like that with Joey and me.

It's great, and I like it, but it's...

I mean, it's not love.

Hey, alright. Don't you think it's a little strange

that in the middle of a disastrous weekend

with your girlfriend, Jen, you and I are sitting here

talking about your friend, Joey?

Love is what I have with Jen, okay?

It-- It's exciting. It-- It's new and unknown.

It-- yeah, I mean sometimes it's out of hand,

but trust me, there's difference

between friendship and love.

Right, and you're so sure that you know that difference?

You-- you don't know what you're talking about.

Leaving so soon?

Yeah. I thought I'd check out the scenery up the coast.

My travel agent says it's spectacular this time of year.

Assume you haven't tried to steal anything,

uh, other than my girlfriend?

Hey, relax, alright? You win.

I just talked to Jen, and apparently she's not

as confused as she seems.

So, it looks like the nice guy is gonna get the girl after all.

Oh, by the way, if traffic's with me,

I can make it up here from New York in under 3 1/2 hours.

You better treat her good, Dawson.

I will.

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You know, for someone who views himself

as a tragically nice guy, I spend an awful lot

of time apologizing.

Jen, I'm sorry about what I said earlier. Insecurity

brings out the worst--

You--

You know how you're always curious about

what my life was like in New York?

Truth is, it's really no different than it is right now.

I mean, geography aside, I am-- I am still the same stupid girl

who's always found it easier to escape into a relationship

-than to face life on her own. -Jen, that's not true.

Okay, it's this whole Billy thing.

I mean, now that the ghosts of boyfriends past is gone,

we can go back.

To what?

Dawson, I...

I'm 16. I've uh...

I've never stayed home on a Saturday night,

I've never gone stag to a school dance.

I mean, I'm-- I'm...

I'm pretty, I'm-- I'm lucky,

I'm-- I'm fortunate and...

and I am still way too unhappy most of the time.

I told Billy today that it was over with us.

I know, he told me.

And now I have to say the same thing to you.

What? Jen--

You know, I-- I know I-- I criticize you for living

in a fantasy world, Dawson,

but the truth is-- is...

I envy you. I...

Everything is so new, so untouched for you.

I-- I would gladly trade in all my experience

for just an ounce of your idealism.

And I wish I knew some better way to say this--

W-w-we can make this work. We can fix this.

-No, no, no. -I know we can, Jen!

No, it's over. It's over.

Jen, you're upset, you know?

Sleep on this. We'll talk in the morning.

We don't need to go over all this now--

Dawson, please, listen to me. Listen to me.

I gotta take a few steps back.

I've-- I've-- I've-- got to try life on my own for a while.

You-- you can't just make me fall for you and then...

bail as soon as it-- I...

I'll miss you, you know.

Yeah.

I'll be sleeping 80 feet away from you,

and it'll feel like a thousand miles.

I'll regret my decision constantly.

I'll kick myself to no end, and...

and when I come crawling back to you...

You'll have every right to say uh,

"Take a hike, Jen. I'm with somebody else now,

-and I don't need--" -Somebody who appreciates me.

Somebody who doesn't blow into town with her dysfunctional past

to play mind games with the boy next door.

Somebody who is capable of a healthy, committed relationship,

and unfortunately,

somebody nothing like you.