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Oh, my god!

You're still there, Like a vegetable.

Writing a good e-mail Is hard.

Yes, especially when It is a huge mistake.

Shut up.

Joey, I am serious.

E-mail expression Is the scourge Of the modern age.

The internet has made it Way too easy to express oneself.

Ok, you have Some fleeting thought.

You send it. It lands with a thud

In some unsuspecting Person's mailbox.

Said person then reads it, Gets irked because you've Recapped a conversation

That you presumably Already had.

They fail to respond. You feel slighted.

But if you must be one

Of these pathetic -passive/ -aggressive E-mail types,

Far be it from me To stop you.

What do you have so far?

Well... I had "Dear dawson," And then I erased it.

Why? I think That's a nice start.

I seemed cold. True.

I mean, you did Just nude-up with the guy.

Oh, I'm sorry, or did you guys Do it through a hole in a sheet

Because that's very dawson.

Again, shut up.

Sorry. Ok, so what Do you want to say?

I don't know. I mean,

I don't like The way things ended,

And I want him to know That I care,

But I also Want to hold on to my Righteous indignation.

Obviously. Well, Why don't you just pick up The phone and call him?

I'm afraid we'll just Fall right back into Our old patterns.

Trust me. E-mail is A far safer alternative At the moment.

Ok, if you must do this, Then I say that you go for it.

You know, be gooey And be embarrassing,

But most of all, Just be real, joey.

Say all of the things That you can't say To his face, the whole nine.

You're right. I better get to work.

But...Thank you, audrey.

No problem, sister christian.

That's gross.

Yeah.

I thought You'd be more--

Sensitive? Well-groomed?

Up by 6:00 Drinking a zone shake?

To begin with.

And I thought You'd be little more--

Snaggletoothed? Sucking down the tea?

Choking on bangers And mash?

Yeah.

Well, it's a service We provide

To those less educated Of our cultures--

You and I... We keep them guessing.

Ok, ok. Yuck it up, kiddies,

'cause this is how I will appear every morning

In all my formal glory.

Some of us actually Have to work for a living.

Oh, poor pacey witter has A job that million would want

That he's vastly Underqualified for.

Oh, come on.

What's up With that hair, man?

Why is it... The way it is?

It's too much product?

Now, are you sure That blonde of yours Isn't a ruse, pacey?

Emma, you know, If you can't deal With the man love,

I don't think This thing's Gonna work out.

Don't remind me.

And I know you've Got this brilliant job And all,

But you're still going To have to put the dishes In the wash before you go.

Which is exactly why I came down here.

And you, jack,

Left the door unlocked Last night

After the hard sell You two boys gave me About free security.

That wasn't me. That was him.

I'm totally Nonconfrontational.

All right, ok. All right, duly noted.

Man, between the suit And nagging

It's like a good Old-fashioned american Family around here.

Audrey!

What?

Audrey, wake up.

What? The e-mail. What about it?

I sent it to everyone, Not like "The gang" Everyone--

Countless strangers, "Campus wide" everyone.

Well, honey, Why would you do that?

It was a mistake. I was tired.

I clicked On the wrong address.

See? I told you That wasn't a good idea.

That's all you have to say?

I don't know.

Sucks to be you?

Witter!

Rinaldi.

That's "Sir" Until you buy me Flowers, witter.

Where have you been?

I'm really sorry. I was just under The impression

That I wasn't supposed To be here until 9:00.

Ahh, "Supposed to." Well, that's cute.

Are you supposed To dress yourself,

Or does your mommy Actually want you To look like a pansy?

Look around. You see these guys?

Apparently, These gentlemen Are free thinkers.

Since you've yet To grow a pair,

You get stuck With these.

And what's all this?

That is a collection Of about 30 cold days

Rich guys sittin' on Piles of money so high

That their daughters eloped

And sold Their own babies On the black market

Just to put ramen On the table.

We have never been Able to sell them stock,

And they will certainly Never buy it from The tardy likes of you.

You better Get on the phone.

We work On commission here.

And the guys On your list don't know How dreamy you are,

So I would work That blue collar charm Full-throttle.

Stop battin' Your eyes at me.

Is this some sort Of punishment?

I'm just tryin' to Get you to leave.

I don't have Enough desks.

No, jen. Jen, can I Sit on the inside?

I want to sit On the inside. Sorry.

What? Ahh...

Sorry.

Are we done playing Musical chairs yet?

I just want to be able To see the board.

Don't insult me with Your scholarly guise.

You just want to Get a good look At freeman.

And why not?

Mother, may I?

Audrey, not That we don't enjoy Having you here,

Because we do,

But don't you Have your own classes To go to?

Worthington's charms Are lost on me.

Miss one more week, And maybe they'll just Kick you out.

Awesome.

Guys, shh!

Ok, I forgot To tell you.

This is studious jack, Not to be confused With fun-time jack.

He doesn't Like to miss a word Of freeman's lecture,

So you should just try To keep it down.

So tell me something.

Between him and grams, How do nap during class?

Ok, everyone... Shh! Shh!

Guys, guys, guys.

Before we get started,

I just wanted to Inform those among you

Who are truly enamored With our twisted culture.

That there's a little Extra credit assignment today.

Now, my heart won't be broken If nobody shows up.

I will, however, Silently judge you

For the rest Of the semester.

There's a theater downtown That's showin' A double-feature

Which exemplifies Our culture's obsession

With the beautiful girl Who plays ugly.

The plain janes who go on To grace the covers of cosmo

The same month their Makeover movies come out.

Oh, no. Scholarly jack Is gonna

Make me watch miss congeniality Again.

I love that movie.

Eh-heh!

So, see me After class for details.

Ok, kiddies, Knock back your ritalin And settle down.

You may recall, We were wrapping up A rather depraved discussion

Of portnoy's complaint Last week.

Sadly, we won't be dabbling

In roth's Stream-of-consciousness Sexual rivers much longer,

But fate assigned us Some additional reading Last night via e-mail.

I think you all got a copy, So why not?

Let's discuss something you Actually might've read.

"Dear dawson,

I don't know Where to begin."

Uh, professor hetson--

Nobody likes a show-off, Potter.

You don't reach a point For several paragraphs,

So I'll skip ahead.

"In the moment When we touched,

"Maybe we went Somewhere else

"That rose above all this, But then we landed,

And I think Maybe we crashed."

Why, when broaching The topic of sex,

Do so many writers try to Write themselves out of it?

Sexuality and all its dysfunctions

Are intrinsic To the human experience,

Maybe the one thing We can all relate to At the end of the day--

Well, neurosis And the god thing aside.

And the reason That roth seduced us

And miss morning after Here didn't

Is that while roth isn't Afraid to get his hands Quite literally dirty

With rapid-fire Sensual description,

Our e-mail author here

Distances herself From the act

With vague metaphors.

Can't be stream of consciousness

If you're observing From the shores...

Right?

Right.

Well...No. I mean, I certainly understand That logic, mr..."Engel."

But I'm telling you, If you invest in This stock right now,

Your value, I mean, it's-- It'll double...Eventually.

The stock? Well, the stock-- The stock is strong.

I mean, if you--

Percentage wise?

Well, yeah. You're probably Looking at a good 15--hello?

Smooth, witter.

Ah, the guy just Caught me off-guard.

Listen, you gotta Stop making excuses.

I've heard you on The phone this morning.

You think people Are gonna relate

To a plucky, blue-collar Kid from southie?

Capeside. Whatever.

It still reeks Of the white picket And the black lab.

You're talking To these people

Like you're Trying to get a date For friday night.

"I'm pacey. I'm sensitive.

I care About your needs."

That's the angle Of the guy that's trying To sell the herald.

Don't make him feel like The prettiest girl In the room.

Make them feel Like morons for doubting Your financial prowess.

So you actually Want these people To hang up on me?

No. I want them To believe you,

Which is never Going to happen

Unless you Put some heart Into it, witter.

Ok, fine. How am I supposed To sell them the stock?

I don't even know what The damned thing is.

Find your in With these guys.

Become them. Become Who they want to be.

Think with those Judgmental, ageist,

Racist, sexist, Stereotyping parts Of your brain

That you've worked So hard to conquer.

Believe me, you're Never gonna land a guy Like topper

Playin' the nice guy.

And who exactly is topper?

Mr. Eli topper Is the next guy In your pile,

Fantastically hard sell.

He lives In a little apartment

On the outskirts Of boston,

Doesn't want to Pay the city tax.

He made his money In the eighties,

And now he's just Sittin' on it.

Why do you bother Going to all the trouble Of gettin' that money

If you're not gonna use it To better your life?

Guys like topper Believe it can buy them An upgrade in heaven.

Since you and I know We're never going there,

Grab your keys. We're goin' off campus.

Ok, so remember, You can't technically Pour the alcohol,

At least not while I'm on with you.

No need to bring in The visa beasts.

No offense, emma, But you do know I've worked In a restaurant before.

I've seen them built. I've seen them burn down,

Not that I had anything To do with that.

Fascinating,

But you've never worked In this dive, now, have you?

Come on, then. Have a go at table 3.

All I know is that I would think long And hard

Before sending an e-mail Like that to a guy I just slept with.

I know, right?

I mean, unless you just Never wanted to hear From him again.

Do you guys know What you want?

Come on. Not all guys Are like that.

Oh, whatever, mike. You're gay.

Can I have a quesadilla And a pale ale?

Well, maybe The guy is gay, too,

And that's why He screwed her over.

Ok, look,

She is obviously Starving for attention,

Broadcasting it Like that?

I mean, really, What's the point?

Unless you're on The real world Or whatever.

You know, maybe-- And this is just a shot In the dark--

She didn't mean to Send it to the gossips At large.

Maybe she's just Trying to get some Private closure,

Never dreamed She'd be subjected

To the oprah psychobabble Of her life-lacking peers.

Now, do you guys Want something to eat,

Or should I just bring Over a nice tray of bon-bons

So you guys can hunker down And watch your stories?

Eh-hee! Maybe later.

Boston bay is not A party school, audrey.

Spare me your lies, Jen.

I am not going back To my evil den Of higher learning.

This is clearly Where it's at.

Hey, the midday keggers

Get a little old After a few semesters, Trust me.

I tell you what, I'm gonna meet You guys in there.

I'm gonna go talk To professor freeman.

Don't you think That's a tad tracey flick?

He doesn't know Who you are.

Sure he does.

I've raised my hand And talked in class A lotta times.

He's noticed.

He has.

All right... Swim fan.

Somebody has got to Talk to that boy

About his love Of the straights.

Whatever. It's totally hot.

Hey.

Not a very big Turn out, huh?

No, um, Apparently not.

I guess not everybody

Is as enthusiastic about The girl who cried ugly As we are.

Right.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Uh, no. Sorry. Jack mcphee.

I'm in your pop culture class?

Oh, I'm sorry, jack. That class is massive,

Hard to Keep people straight.

Heh heh! I'll bet.

Ahem.

I'll--I'll See you in there.

Ok.

You're sure I haven't Made a fantastic Mistake, then,

Living with those 2?

Nope. I'm sure you Won't be bored.

Now, that's A cold comfort.

You've gotta Be kidding me.

Him? Yeah, he comes In here all the time.

Oh, of course he does.

He's obviously been assigned To ruin my life,

And he seems determined To do it in record time.

Listen, I'm not going To run for cover

Every time a dark cloud Forms over your head.

So I suggest You nip this in the bud.

It's all yours.

I can see Why this joint would Be much more alluring

That the confines of

All that silence, All those books.

And then, of course, Your constant Positive reinforcement.

Yeah. Right.

That would Get really annoying After a while.

Are you waiting For me to order,

Or did you have Somethin' to say?

'cause it kinda looks Like you've got your Bone-to-pick face on.

And how would you know What that looks like?

Word gets around.

I'll just have A tuna melt And a beer.

Sure.

Professor hetson--

Oh, there you go. Yeah, here I go.

Look, I'm sure your Hard-as-nails thing Really works for you.

I'm sure it Earns you respect,

And I'm sure that I Will learn a lot In your class.

But after today,

I really wish you Would've turned me away When you had the chance.

I thought You'd be flattered To be in the spotlight.

I don't single people Out that often.

Contrary to what You apparently believe,

I'm not an idiot, Professor hetson,

And I'm fairly certain In the 20 minutes you spent Mocking my formative years

Was a major off ramp From modern comp lit.

And I'd just like to know, Does today's Total evisceration

Exonerate me, say, Through november,

Or does this sort Of public ridicule Delight you indefinitely?

Why, I don't know. I mean,

We're about to get into The poignant ramblings Of joyce and woolf,

And your work provides Such a marked contrast.

Hey, joey...

You do fancy yourself A writer, correct?

Yeah, you could Call it a hobby.

So I'm sure That you've gathered At this point

That on top of Being neurotic

And plagued With self-doubt,

Writers have to endure Public humiliation Every once in a while.

You were the one That walked Into my office

Promising me Fearless academic ego,

But I have yet To see it.

If you can't Handle my class--

And countless Have died trying--

Why don't you just quit?

I'm not a quitter.

People love saying that.

It's like they saw it In some movie once

And they liked The way it sounded.

I'm not just saying it, ok?

I wanted to take your class

Because I wanted to Learn something, And I wanted to work hard,

But I didn't want to be Personally ridiculed In the process.

Your heartfelt rant To what's his name

Proved good fodder For the topic at hand.

It's hard to Write that sex stuff,

Which you aptly proved.

And if, By chance, one day

You manage to get Your writing circulated

Beyond the campus in box,

There will always be An irritable writer type Claiming to do better.

Maybe you didn't mean For this one to go out Into the world.

Whatever. Bygones.

Declare victory And move on.

Where's the victory In this little scenario?

One down, only A lifetime of proving Yourself left to go.

And if you're Staying in my class,

Start proving That it's worth it...

To one of us, at least.

Man, you don't actually Sleep in this car, do you?

Not recently.

I just moved Into a new place.

Good 'cause I don't want To start feeling sorry For you or anything.

You don't, uh, see these Around much anymore.

Oh, come on, man. This is a great car.

I mean, sure, It's a lot of work,

But she's worth it, You know?

Yeah. Turn Into that dealership Right over there.

What? Are we goin' For a test drive?

Eh heh heh!

That's one bonding experience That's passed us by.

No. This one is signed And paid for.

Just pickin' it up.

You've gotta be kidding.

You cannot possibly Be getting a z8.

Nice, huh?

Nice?

How could you possible Afford a car like that?

You're not That much older than me.

Yes, but I'm so much wiser.

Don't sweat it.

Maybe if you snag topper,

All this'll be yours Before you know it.

Nice car.

I'll take it from here.

Hey, I happen

To like my car, Thank you very much.

Yeah. You've got a way To get around town,

But it's all about What your car Says about you.

Ok, I'll bite.

What does my car Say about me?

That you're A sentimental fool Of a man-child.

You're too weak For a real car,

So you tinker with Your little medium-cool Vintage one.

You surround yourself With all things good, But not good enough.

You don't Want to grow up, so you Don't go to school

And you borrow Your suits

And you Let your facial hair Run amuck.

That's fine, but then Why bother getting In the ring at all

If you're Not even gonna throw A friggin' punch?

What? Are you gonna go In that office every day

And watch guys Collect their money

So you can write A thoughtful piece About it in your memoirs?

Well, maybe I don't care About any of that stuff.

Maybe I'm just tryin' To pay my rent.

Come on, pacey. I see somethin' Goin' on in there.

You're not subjecting Yourself to me Because you like my tie.

You're hungry.

So quit effin' around And go for it already.

Hey, I hear you, mr. Topper.

When my father needed An open heart,

I didn't even touch my savings. He got himself into that mess,

He can get himself out. Right?

But look, you and I Are both very busy men,

And if you don't want To hear about this stock Today, that's fine by me.

I'm just gonna call one Of our more active buyers.

Well, yes. The... The packet of information

That my company sent you Is certainly worth Taking a look at...

But it is nothing compared To what landed on my desk This morning.

But, look, you and I... We both know--

You're not one of our More active buyers,

So if you're not Interested in this, That's fine by me.

Just tell me right now, ok? Spare me the niceties, 'cause I am not your prom date.

I'll just call my other guy. I mean, I made him 50 grand last week.

I'm pretty sure He'll be happy to take My call. Right?

Ok, so here's the story.

The buyers in the market Are playing it pretty close To the vest right now.

But when they wake up In the morning,

They're gonna be kickin' Themselves, literally,

Because the buying price On this will have doubled.

And if you get in right now, You're gonna be beatin' the guys Who wake up in the morning,

Remember that they Actually have a pair,

And that greed is good, eli. And the sucker down the street,

He's never gonna know The joy that you know

Because by getting in early, You made 10 times the profit That he did,

And that's somethin' You'll be able To rub in his face

Every time You pick up your paper.

Ah. I knew you were A smart man

The second you picked up The phone, eli.

Um, let me Just put you through To my assistant,

And, uh, you can give her All your information.

It has been a pleasure Doin' business with you.

Thanks, guys. Latham, get me That spreadsheet by 3:00.

Don't you knock, witter? I could've been havin' A nooner.

Oh, I thought You were.

Anyway, guess what. In fact,

You know what? Don't guess. You'll ruin it for me.

I...Just closed topper.

You're kidding me. No, my friend, I'm not. I closed topper.

I sold him some bs line From an eighties movie, And he bought it.

It was like I was a profiler.

I could smell The cheap beer On this guy's breath.

He would rather Buy stock today and Ask questions tomorrow

Just so long as He's the richest guy On the block that week.

It's amazing. I sell, he buys. It's that simple.

Can you believe it?

You know what? I can't.

Man. Witter, I knew you were A sneaky little twerp,

But I never thought You'd pull this on me.

Not today. Come here. Give me a hug.

You serious?

No. But go To that refrigerator And get us

Some icy-cold beverages. I'm proud of you, son.

Will do!

So anyway, I'll see you tuesday.

Hey, Professor freeman.

Hi. Jack, right?

Yeah. That's jack.

I'm jen.

I'm in your class, Too.

That's right. I've seen You two sit together.

Mm-hmm.

Hi.

Am I losing my mind? Are you in my class, too?

No! No, I'm just A really big fan Of your work. You know?

And the--and the work Of...Beautiful, ugly Women everywhere,

And I'm--I'm really Just...Interested

In this pure culture Of ours, and...

Yeah, so... Do you guys want to go Visit joey at work

And partake In some refreshments? Professor,

You're more than welcome To join us if you're Into the whole

Crossing the line Kind of thing. You know what?

That sounds great. I'll tell you what.

Why don't you guys Get the car,

And I'll meet you At the corner.

You're gonna let me Drive the saab?

Of course, jennifer. Why wouldn't I?

Uh, so why don't You two skedaddle,

And I'll see you In a second?

Ok.

Well, there you go. At least I know who's not in my class. Right?

Yeah.

Did you forget something Inside, jack?

Oh. No. Uh, no. Look, I don't expect you To know who I am.

I just wanted to tell You that, uh, I really Enjoy your class.

Oh, w-- And I haven't really Cared about school In a while.

In fact, I haven't Really cared about Anything in a while.

But, you know, seeing The work that you put Into your lectures

And seeing a teacher That's invested In being interesting

And dynamic in class And not just tryin' To blow

Through another 50 minutes, It just, you know, really... Means a lot to me.

I didn't even really know What I was gonna declare As a major,

But now it's, I don't know If it's the way That you word things

Or it's The subject matter, But...

I walk away from class Still thinking' about it, And--and, you know,

I just look forward To the next time, And, uh...

I was just wonderin' How I could become More...

Involved.

You know.

Are we talkin' About the class, jack,

Or are we talkin' About me?

W-wha--no. No.

Oh. Um...No, that's Not what I meant.

It's just, you know-- I--I mean, I'm not-- Well, I am, but--

Don't sweat it. Um...

Look, I'm glad You like the class.

And, uh...And I think It'll show in your work This semester.

I-I'm walkin' This way. Are you?

Yeah. Yeah.

But, mr. Frickee, I'm telling you,

It's a one-time--

Hello?

Cheap bastard.

Any luck?

Uh, no, Not on that one.

Yeah, knew you were A one-hit wonder.

You wish, man.

Here, sport. Buy Yourself some lunch.

Are you kidding?

No, you gotta work Your way up here. Come on, do it fast.

No one else is Getting lunch today.

They'll think I've gone soft.

5 minutes.

Did anyone hear it?

No, man, but johnson Said it was killer.

Yeah? Yeah.

Said it was like He smelled the blood

And didn't stop Until he tasted it.

He is so frickin' Awesome. Mmm.

What's going on?

Oh, you didn't hear?

That's why I'm asking.

Rinaldi, man.

He closed topper.

What?

They said it Couldn't be done.

The guy is, like, My personal god.

Hey, ease up, Henderson.

You're lookin' A little light In the loafers.

Hey, you think He'll get a partner For that?

Oh, he'll Get something.

You gonna pick Something or not?

Uh, no, man. Uh...

Look, in fact,

This one's on me.

Enjoy yourself, All right?

Hey. You start today?

So it would appear.

Uh, I need 2 beers And a vodka tonic.

Um, emma's in the back.

Oh, yeah, right, you can't Pour your own drinks.

Well, this should be fun,

Baby-sitting you on top Of everything else.

And what's that Supposed to mean?

Oh, don't get All fired up, ok?

You know, I'm just Not in the mood

To take on your rage At the world tonight.

I'm sure you'll be just As oversensitive tomorrow.

Oh, I get it. You wanna See me crack, huh?

The endless horrors Of the day are a waste

Unless they result In my nervous breakdown?

Oh, what, did you have A bad day or something?

Oh, like you don't know.

Too bad you didn't Show up for class today

And hear hetson's Brilliant critique Of my e-mail.

That was the high point, I think,

Although I also loved Walking into rooms

To hear people whispering And laughing at me,

And then there's Nothing better

Than reaching For the last jell-o

And getting Unsolicited sexual advice From a stranger.

Sounds fascinating.

Sorry I missed it.

You know, contrary To popular belief,

I didn't send that e-mail

To get feedback from you And everyone else,

And I was kind of thinking That since I've been mocked

For the better part Of the day,

Maybe you could spare me And concentrate

On your own deep unhappiness For a while.

You know, strangely, Before you got all...

Crazy confessional On me,

That's exactly What I was doing.

I hadn't been planning How to best torture you.

You see, we don't just Walk off into a void

When we leave Your line of vision.

Some of us even have Our own lives

And don't even talk About you at all.

Now, I'm sorry That some brutal Ivy league kids

Made fun Of your e-mail today.

To tell you the truth,

I'm not much of An internet kind of guy,

So, sadly,

I have missed Yet another aspect

Of your riveting, Charmed life.

But if you can't Pour the drinks,

Can you at least Serve them?

Thanks.

Ahh...

Witter.

Thought you'd gone home.

Yeah, I figured You were waiting

So you could sneak out The back door.

But I just had a question I had to ask you,

And--and, please,

Do me a favor and just Spare me the dime store speech

On what a sucker I am Until I've left, okay?

I can't promise you Anything.

Yeah, I'm gettin' that.

I just--I wanted to ask you

Why you bother with the act,

With the whole, you know-- The "Tough love,

Let me show you The ropes" act?

'cause you don't actually Want me to succeed, do you?

In fact, you're praying For me to fail.

That way you have One less sheep In the herd, right?

And if I do succeed, Then you're gonna Be my friend?

No, then you're gonna Keep on taking my money

That I earned

And counting it as your own.

Do you need me here For this, or...

Well, I just wanna know Why you bother!

Why would you Take the time

Out of a busy day To build someone up

And make them feel like They were worth something

If you're just gonna Steal all their glory At the end anyway?

This is a business.

I didn't wake up This morning looking For some plucky kid

To take under my wing.

I came here to do my job, Just like every day.

Running you hard? Yeah, that's my job.

Singing your praises isn't.

Landing topper, That was a fluke.

A genius fluke, But a fluke nonetheless.

We don't hand those deals Over to the little guys.

You haven't even Taken your series 7.

That bodes well For the future,

But today? It means nothing.

So, what, I'm just supposed

To turn the other way On this?

I'm supposed to slap You on the back,

Congratulate you On a job well done

Like the rest Of your minions?

No, man! That is not Why I came here.

You can do What you wanna do.

Maybe you'd rather Continue floating numbly

In the status quo.

Maybe you wanna be me,

And that's so scary You can't think straight.

So walk away, witter.

It's what you do.

And this is what I do,

And I'm freakin' good at it.

You wish you were this good,

And that's why You bother trying.

You think someone didn't do The exact same thing to me?

Done like A true professional.

More like A permanent bar wench.

Sorry it was Such a bad day, jo.

Serves me right. We don't take kindly

To closure In these parts.

You know, If it makes you Feel any better,

I hardly heard About the e-mail All day long.

Audrey, you weren't On campus all day.

Details, joey!

Does dawson Even know about it?

No, that's the thing.

I mean, it wasn't Even addressed to him.

My intimate aftermath was Discussed in english class,

But dawson Will never know.

Well, maybe that's Not such a bad thing,

Because this way

There's a little more space Between you guys,

And, uh, technically,

You still have A clean slate.

Yeah, Seriously, I mean,

Personal humiliation Could've been A lot worse

Than the public kind. Yeah.

What dream world Are you two Living in?

Oh...

Right. Sorry.

Ok, so, I have an idea,

I'll be, Like, your sponsor,

And then the next time You're jonesing

To express yourself, You can just call me.

Hey.

Pacey!

Ohh!

Oh, dear, lord. Aah!

Today was terrible!

Don't ever Go back to work,

Never, never, Never, never, never!

Don't tempt me.

Ohh, you know I will!

Hey, guys.

Hello, mr. Witter. We're Not drinking, we swear.

Rough day.

Oh, you don't know The half of it.

Can you save a seat For me? I'm gonna Go freshen up.

Yeah.

Is he ok?

I don't know, But it's not My fault,

I swear.

Joey,

Who is that?

Eddie.

He is a ruggedly Dreamy sort.

He's got a major chip On his shoulder,

The size of which rivals

Only the one On my shoulder.

He's ok.

Is emma still here?

Uh, no, she left About an hour ago.

I think She was heading home.

How is it living With her?

Does she run around In her underwear

And ask you guys To zip things up For her?

That's funny.

Actually, the three of us Took a bath together This morning.

And I thought you only Took baths with grams.

Hey, can we go get A breath of fresh air For a sec?

Of course, honey.

Pacey, That is bull!

You can't let this guy Get away with it.

He's just gonna Keep doing it!

I have no doubt That he will,

But I don't think Tattling on him

Is gonna do any good.

This is the way That they do business.

I didn't know that Getting in,

But I know it now.

The only question That remains is

How do I get Through the days?

Well, That doesn't sound

Like the greatest Way to live.

Pacey, you're 20 years old

And you're Already waiting For time to pass.

Honey, Why don't you quit?

Ohh, because It's not that easy.

Yes, it is!

Pacey, these are Supposed to be,

Like, the easiest days Of our lives.

I mean, we're supposed To be in there

With our friends, You know,

Coming up with Ridiculous drinking games

And making Each other laugh.

I think we've all Kind of figured out

That the real world is A pretty crappy place,

So what's the rush In getting there?

Because sooner Or later you run out

Of places to hide.

Audrey, you seem To be operating

Under the assumption That you can do

Whatever you like, And you just can't!

I made the grave mistake Of peeking behind the curtain,

And now I can't pretend That I think the fantasy

Is the same as the reality.

Plus, I've been killing Time for too long.

I wanna make Something for myself,

Whether it's easy or not.

Well, I'm sorry That you feel

Like I've been A colossal waste Of your time.

That's not what I mean,

And you know it.

You and I come from Very different worlds,

You know that, right?

I mean, I don't even think I realized how different

Until I went out to l.A. With you this summer.

My dad is A heartless old fool

Just like your dad.

He just wears More expensive suits, That's all.

Yes, he does.

I'm not expressing this Very well, am I?

I'm trying to say that...

I need respect.

I respect you!

I know you respect me, And I love you for it,

But that's not What I'm talkin' about.

I need respect out there.

And maybe I gotta Take a different path

Than I thought I was going to,

But c'est la vie.

The only thing I know For sure right now...

Is I need sleep!

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

So if you and I Go home right now,

We will sleep, right?

We can do Whatever you want.

Is it always Gonna be like this?

I don't know.

I can't tell.

Come on.

Now, we're not talkin' Immediate sleep here,

Are we, baby? No.

Good!

Uhh!

Jo.

Thanks. We're outta here.

Good night. Bye, guys.

That's your share.

Thanks.

Look, eddie, About earlier--

Hey, don't sweat it.

Hey, I didn't Miss anything big

In class today, did I?

I mean, Aside from the, uh,

Aforementioned e-mail thing?

Which led To the aforewitnessed Freak-out?

No.

Man, I--I hate this song.

Yeah, me, too.

Thank you.

Uh, thanks for Doing the dishes.

Oh, I think that was pacey.

I heard him get up

Somewhere around The crack of dawn.

Well, he cleans And he leaves Before I wake up.

That's more than I can say for My last boyfriend.

Man, do I not wanna Go to classes today.

Why? I mean, aside From typical sloth?

Yeah.

Ah, it's-- It's my professor.

He just...

Never mind.

No, what?

Well...

I don't know. I mean, we--

We had this really weird Moment yesterday

Where it seemed like I was into him.

Well, did it seem like You're into him

Or do you really Fancy him?

Yeah, I really Fancy him, ok,

But I don't want him To know that.

Well, maybe He was flattered.

Uh, or maybe He was...

Married?

Well, he should Be flattered.

Yeah, you know what?

Give me--give me Some of that stuff.

Yeah...

Ok...

Ohh! God!

This stuff is horrible!

Yes, I know! How do you drink this crap?

Well...

Come on... Yeah, come--

Aah!

Good morning.

Good morning.

Oh, sorry!

Oh, it's so nice To see you, potter.

Hope our pesky class Didn't interfere

With your all-important E-mail schedule.

Whip out another diatribe Last night?

Actually, I did.

I was hoping This was it.

Did you guys Not get it?

Oh, this is actually a copy

Of the article that I assigned To follow up the reading.

I know your mini-drama Probably prevented you

From even looking At the syllabus.

Well, most Of yesterday consisted

Of eviscerating My personal life,

And every other lesson Is a rant composed Of your dated theories.

I'm sorry I'm late, Professor hetson,

But the first half Of class is usually

When you reveal How bitter you are,

How moronic we are,

And how literature is dead.

Were you thinking Of moving on

To something slightly More stimulating today?

Well, I--

I think we've been Spending too much time Together, potter,

If that's your attitude.

I mean, I was thinking Of teaching today,

But I don't know If I've got a lot to offer,

What with the tenure And the published articles And all.

But if you all insist On being stimulated,

Why don't we discuss James joyce's description

Of the girl on the beach.

I mean, I'm too hackneyed To illuminate the subject,

But maybe you can Shed some light.

Wilson...

What do you think?

Leery!

Come on, break's over!