Dawson's Creek s04e09 Episode Script

Wow.
''Wow, look at the hidden treasure l've unearthed,'' or: ''Wow, there's 87 minutes of my life l'd like back''? l wanted to hate it.
l really did, but l-- l can't.
This-- This is the heartbreaking work of a staggering genius.
Wait a second.
Are you trying to tell me that Turn Away My Sweet -is the product of a genius? -As much as it pains me.
l don't know, Dawson.
All l saw was some formula gangster movie.
-l'm picking the pulp out of my teeth.
-lt was pulpy.
lt was by the numbers, but underneath all the hard-boiled Sturm und Drang was this great big thumping heart.
l mean, this is a love story -masquerading as a genre piece.
-The girl hired the guy to kill her.
-How is that a love story? -Just when she had given up on love -he came to her.
-He tried to kill her.
He couldn't, because he fell in love.
When she gave up, stopped looking she fell into a fairy tale.
Brilliant.
l don't know.
lf you ask me Tarantino does this stuff a lot better.
And in colour.
And now you're completely proving my point even more for me.
-Which is? -A.
l.
Brooks was ahead of his time.
l like you like this.
Dare l ask what ''this'' is? Passionate.
Opinionated.
lrritating, even.
Why--? Why did he stop? Someone could ask you that.
When l left for college, you were like this unstoppable force of film-geek energy.
l mean, you were all Spielberg this and Hitchcock that.
l come back and film is this unfinished project you stuffed in your closet.
Which begs the question: What happened to the talented young filmmaker Dawson Leery? Why did he stop, and where is he now? l'm not paying you to study for your GED, dear.
Mrs.
Valentine, it's 3:45, which means l'm early.
Fifteen whole minutes to do with what l please.
Why is it so hard for you to remember that l go to school with your son? Speaking of things l'd as soon forget, l saw your sister, Becky, at the store.
Clearly not there to pick up any contraceptives.
lt's Bessie.
Oh, well, that's important, isn't it, dear? -Walter? -Mrs.
Valentine.
-What can l do for you, Walter? -l wanted to make sure -everything's in order for Saturday.
-Walter, we're in tiptop shape.
We are fully stocked and fully staffed.
l was just about to tell little Joey Potter here that her Saturday night off is now a Saturday night back on.
-But-- -Joey, in addition to being the club's handsomest member, Mr.
Kubelik here is the alumni rep for Worthington.
Saturday night, he's hosting a networking party for promising new applicants.
And l'm going to need you to help wait on them.
-l can't.
-So you're quitting, then? -No.
-Oh, you've gone insane.
Look, Mrs.
Valentine, l will be there.
Yes.
You will.
Now, Walter, where were we? l don't think you're understanding me, Mrs.
Valentine.
l'll be there.
At the party.
As a guest.
Wait a minute.
You're Josephine Potter? Hey, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Your essay was outstanding.
Mrs.
Valentine, this young lady is one of our most promising applicants.
l'd appreciate it if you gave her the evening off and sat her at my table.
Well, of course, Walter.
Anything you want.
l just-- l just don't know who we're going to get to replace her.
Joey's such a shining member of our wait staff.
Well, there's always Drue.
Yes.
Yes.
Okay, guys.
Historic moment.
l am finishing my very last essay for my very last college application.
USC film school.
And l am done.
-Congratulations, honey.
-Yeah, we're proud of you.
You're free to relieve your pregnant mother of light-stringing duty.
Could it be? Could this mean it's time for the annual Leery holiday party? Did l just say something wildly inappropriate? Oh, no.
Not at all, honey.
lt's just.
Well, we haven't done that in a while.
Let me decode.
We haven't had a Christmas party past couple years, because Mr.
and Mrs.
Leery have been busy riding a roller coaster known as their relationship.
Well, that's too bad.
l loved those parties.
Well, it just seems a bit overwhelming at the moment with-- -Well, the baby.
-And the restaurant.
Okay, let's make a deal.
You have the party, and l take care of everything.
l will cater.
l'll decorate.
l'll even call all the guests.
Oh, come on, please? You gotta let me.
Sweetheart, if it means that much to you.
-Thank you, thank you.
-Thanks.
We've got a lot of work to do.
What was the part you said about you doing everything? -Will.
-Grace.
-Can l get you anything, Jack? -No.
No, thanks, Grams.
Nothing for me.
l'm fine.
Thank you.
What was that all about? That, my dear, is the external manifestation of Grams' extreme disappointment in me for that whole Ecstasy incident.
-She's still stuck on that, huh? -Yeah.
Not a word in weeks.
Which makes the house that Gramps built a bit chilly at the moment.
Well, she will get over it.
She always does.
Do you want to do something? Do you want to go see a movie? Yeah.
Yeah, l'd love to.
Perfect way to celebrate, actually.
Celebrate? Finished my applications today.
Just handed them to Ms.
Watson.
And the essay part almost killed me.
lf l ever, in my life, have to write about where l see myself in 1 0 years l'm gonna have to say ''dead.
'' Because the prospect of writing about it will have driven me to suicide.
Good.
That's great.
Awesome.
Congrats.
Okay, so, what are we gonna see? You know what? l wanna see that gay one with Dean Cain.
The reviews are calling it St.
Homo's Fire.
-Sounds awesome.
What do you say? -Yeah, yeah.
Sounds-- Sounds good.
Let me ask you something.
Have you finished your applications yet? Yeah.
Pretty much.
Why? How much is pretty much? l-- l just have the essay part left.
l talked to Ms.
Watson, and she mentioned something about not getting anything from you.
l said, ''Well, Jen Lindley, that's crazy.
She's all about higher learning.
'' -Totally.
-So where'd you apply? -Bunch of places.
-What's with the vague answers? Hey, Jack, what's with the annoying questions? You know there's a deadline that's quickly approaching? Don't worry about it.
l'm totally fine.
You know, l have to say l'm kind of not in a movie mood after all.
Can we catch up later? Yeah.
Sure.
-l'll give you a call.
-Yeah.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Grams.
You think you can do me a favour? Anything.
Of course.
Cookie? Yeah.
Thanks.
Extra sprinkles.
-You think you could talk to Jen? -Anything but that, perhaps.
l know the two of you aren't on the best of terms at the moment but l'm worried.
l have this feeling she hasn't filled out her college applications.
She's not talking about it, so l thought maybe you could talk to her.
Jennifer is a big girl.
God knows l've tried long and hard to aid her in making the right decisions but she neither wants nor appreciates my help.
So the only thing left for me to do is to let her make her own mistakes.
lf the girl chooses to drag her heels about college, so be it.
She is on her own.
So.
Have you seen any good movies lately? l saw a picture called Star Wars a while back.
l didn't get it.
Star Wars came out in 1 97 7.
Like l said, it was a while back.
l saw a great film last night.
-Bully for you.
-lt was this incredible fusion of film noir, black comedy and love story.
This was the name of it: Turn Away My Sweet.
You think you're pretty clever, don't you? How am l supposed to deal with the fact that the grumpy old man who forced me into indentured servitude turns out to be a cross between Sam Fuller and Cameron Crowe? -Who's Cameron Crowe? -Fast Times at Ridgemont High -Say Anything, Jerry Maguire? -Never heard of them.
Fuller.
God rest his soul, he did some good pictures.
And so did you, Mr.
Brooks.
l've seen everything l can get my hands on.
Your films are.
They're amazing.
You're a true American primitive.
l've so much respect for what you've done.
First of all, Mr.
Leery, they're not films, they're pictures.
Second, they're not amazing, they're hackwork.
Third, l'm uncomfortable with this newfound respect you have for me.
Play the curmudgeon all you want, A.
l.
Brooks, but you can't fool me.
-Well, that's a load off.
-l saw those movies.
And the man responsible for them obviously cares a great deal about things that matter.
Things like love and death and morality and honour.
The man responsible for them cares a great deal about eating his Chilean sea bass in peace.
Okay.
l just-- l-- l wanted to tell you that your movie-- Your pictures really had an impact on me.
You know, l thought you might like to hear that.
Thank you very much for the kind words, Mr.
Leery.
Can l ask about the chemistry between the leads in Turn Away My Sweet? lt was incredible.
Like they practically jumped off the screen.
Listen, l am old.
And l reserve the right to eat my dinner in peace.
So kindly remove yourself from my general vicinity.
The girl can't help it.
She's beautiful.
-You think it's too much? -lf Pacey wears camouflage pants.
Which isn't exactly outside the realm of possibility.
l-- l do feel kind of bad dragging him to this thing.
Oh, you're not dragging him to anything.
You need his support.
l'm sure he gets that.
You know, well.
l just-- l don't want him to feel out of place.
Joey, my brother is nuts about you.
l think he plans to make a career out of being in close proximity to you.
Just don't let him do that nervous joke-telling thing that he does.
You'll miss a great party at Dawson's house, however.
-Dawson Leery's having a party? -Not so much.
Mitch and Gale are letting me organize their holiday party.
Really? Oh, l love those.
l mean, they've been a part of my life since l was, like, 5, l think.
They put me in the right mood for the holidays.
Which is weird, since Dawson and l would just hide in his bedroom and watch old movies.
Which has its own distinct charms.
l mean, Dawson is one of those rare guys who can somehow make popcorn and a rented video seem like an event.
l know what you mean.
-You're gonna do great, Joey.
-Huh? Saturday night.
You're gonna do great.
Good job, Dawson, getting all of your applications in.
l just had a couple of questions.
Okay.
Why do you think you want to be a filmmaker? Well doesn't my essay pretty much cover that? You see, that's the problem, Dawson.
lt doesn't.
You spend five pages rather eloquently, skirting the essay question: ''Why do you want to be a filmmaker?'' Well, it's a pretty difficult question to answer.
USC's a difficult school to get into.
There are thousands of students, just like yourself, hoping against hope at a chance to study at one of the best film schools in the country.
So l'm thinking we might want to shoot for greatness here.
ln other words, Dawson, do better.
-Do we have to? -Yes, Pacey.
We have to.
Thought about an escort? From what l'm told, you can't take me anywhere.
l called around.
They're all out of socially presentable man-meat.
What if l just broke up with you? What would you do then? Look, do what you have to do.
You're still coming with me.
-Fascist.
-Scaredy-cat.
Are we at least gonna have a good time? My guess is no.
Then why can't we say nay to hanging out with the prep-school contingent -and go to Mitch and Gale's party? -That would severely diminish my chances for getting into college.
-Well, if you put it that way.
-Pace? Yes? You know how important this party is to me.
Yes, l know.
And being in a relationship means that sometimes you do have to do things that you don't particular enjoy for that other person.
You know, for me, that would be Sunday dinners with the parents.
Hold on.
Do you think that l enjoy those dinners for one second? We can stop those at any time.
l know you're trying to get out of this party.
Yeah, l really am.
ls it working? lt's like watching a train wreck.
Come on.
These are for you, Jennifer.
From your mother and father.
That time of year already? Well, l'll tell you what.
That is a sweater.
From Mom.
From Barneys.
But it was handpicked by the maid.
Yeah, jewellery.
Jewellery, probably from Dad.
And l'll bet that it was thrown back in his face by a slutty secretary who did not appreciate the fact she was being paid for services rendered.
-l'll send a thank-you card.
-Why not just take them upstairs -and open them in your room? -l got a better idea.
Take them to Goodwill.
Donate them to somebody who cares.
That is not an appropriate attitude for the holidays.
Yeah, well, merry F-ing Christmas.
Jennifer! You know, you are quite possibly one of the most spoiled self-involved brats l have ever had the displeasure of dealing with.
You know what? You're absolutely right.
-Why don't l just go to my room.
-Why don't you take the time to fill out a couple of your college applications.
Right.
Of course.
Anything to get me out of the house quicker, huh? That is not what l meant.
So then were you trying to light a fire under me? l'm sorry, but you haven't spoken so much as a complete sentence to me ever since l disappointed you.
So you don't get to motivate me.
You don't get to discuss my future.
You lost that right when you wrote me off.
l don't know why you're having a problem with this.
l mean, just tell them the truth.
The truth being what, exactly? That filmmaking will provide you with everything that a young man could ever want or need.
A three-picture deal with Columbia and a spot high enough on the Premiere power list to bag one of the girls of the WB.
Moments like this, it becomes glaringly obvious just how related to Pacey you really are.
Come on, take a break.
Help me hang the mistletoe.
Okay.
Why don't you ask Mr.
Brooks.
Ask Mr.
Brooks for what? For help on your essay.
l told him l liked his movies, he practically took my head off.
Say what you want about his mercurial moods, but the guy is a resource.
Take advantage.
He's the only guy you've met who's a real live filmmaker.
Maybe a conversation with him will clear your head.
You know, get rid of the cobwebs.
-ls there a point to what we're doing? -Who cares? lt's tradition.
-And you don't monkey with tradition.
-What? What? l never had you pegged as a traditionalist.
lt's cute.
Actually, you were right.
She hasn't filled out one application, and she's not going to.
Maybe we can talk to her.
You know, gang up on her.
That won't work.
l know her.
She's far too stubborn to stand for anything even resembling an intervention.
Well, you have any better ideas? Actually, l do.
But l'm gonna need your help.
Mr.
Brooks? Mr.
Brooks? Kid, you scared the crap out of me.
-Sorry.
l knocked.
You didn't hear me.
-Why didn't you just leave? Because l wanted to talk to you.
lf you came to ask me if l slept with Marilyn Monroe crawl back from whence you came.
No, it's nothing like that.
-Did you? -What is it l can do for you, Mr.
Leery? -l need some advice.
-Have you tried the teen help line? Well, this is gonna clearly take longer than l had hoped.
But l suppose l can give you a-- Would you like a soda pop, Mr.
Leery? No, thank you.
l'm fine.
All right.
l'm ready to dispense with advice.
Sit down.
Well, l've.
l've gotta write this essay.
An application for USC film school.
And it's killing me.
l can't for the life of me, answer ''Why do you want to be a filmmaker?'' Well, why do you, kid? See, that's the problem.
l'm having trouble putting it into words.
lf you can't do better than that, make an application to McDonald's.
Mr.
Brooks, l need to know why you stopped making movies.
-What's that have to do with anything? -l've stopped too.
Oh, that's a tragic loss for the arts.
Mr.
Brooks.
l'm serious.
l was going full steam ahead.
Nothing was gonna stop me, and then.
You know-- Life got in the way.
l.
l had what you might call a crisis of faith.
A crisis of faith? You're kind of young for that.
-What are you, 1 5? -Seventeen.
Seventeen, and already had a crisis of faith.
l thought we were beyond this.
l thought we moved on, but l guess not.
l guess what happened made you a person who'd tear into a 1 7-year-old kid whose only mistake was to equate talent with wisdom and kindness, so.
You okay? Sure.
We could always just turn around.
Which would, of course, be incredibly cowardly.
Yet sounds incredibly appealing.
-You're grinning like an idiot.
-Yeah, l know.
l can't help it.
-Why? -Because.
l'm the only guy here who gets to walk in with Audrey Hepburn on his arm.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Can l? Come in.
-Thought l might find you in here.
-Hey.
How's the party? Somewhat lacking in cute high-school boys at the moment.
-Come try my eggnog.
-l'll be down in a minute.
You okay? Yeah.
Yeah, l'm just.
Just thinking.
About? About what you said to me the other night.
What did happen to me? l'm applying to one of the best film schools in the country and l'm not even sure l want to go.
Not sure l deserve to go.
You know what you sound like? What? You sound like a guy who just broke up with this girl.
And he's happy he broke up with her.
l mean, at least he says he is.
And he goes on and on about how much better off he is without her.
But the thing is, he can't stop talking about her.
Everything comes back to this girl.
You love this girl, Dawson.
That has not kept her from breaking my heart time and time again.
But that doesn't matter.
l mean, you're trying so hard to answer this question.
You think there's some right answer, and there's not.
Maybe if you just admit that you love movies, the geek will resurface and you'll be able to connect with that part of you that won't tolerate cynicism under any circumstances, and people will respond to that.
They will respond to that great big thumping heart of yours.
Trust me.
Now come try my eggnog.
And l will not lose any more sleep over the fact that my class rank was third.
l could toss and turn all night wondering what l did wrong.
Why l wasn't good enough for first.
Or even second.
But third, l mean what is that? So what did you place? Fourth.
Oh, that's good.
Yeah, fourth is good.
Oh, cute boy.
Yeah, l do believe l need a refill.
-Let me get that for you.
-Nonsense.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Waiter boy? Yes, annoying girl? Yeah.
l'll have a club soda with a lime in it, please.
Anything for you, Joey? l'm fine, thanks.
There you are, Potter.
l never got to thank you for ruining my night.
We can talk about it another time.
How about midnight? Just in time to watch you turn back into a pumpkin.
Did you know Joey here is one of our finest waitresses? l think it's sweet, how you've taken her under your wing.
You know what? l see this girl that l know from boarding school, so l'm gonna go over and say hi.
-Excuse me.
-Sure.
How bad do you want to do me bodily harm right now? Later.
Too many witnesses.
-You did it! -No, l didn't.
Yes, you did, and your essays were wonderful.
-They were? -Yes, they were.
You should be very proud of yourself.
What--? What did l do, exactly? You got your apps in on time.
Higher education is yours, Jen Lindley.
-Good job.
-Yeah.
Well, you've certainly been quiet tonight, Miss Potter.
Just soaking it all in, l guess.
Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself.
There's really not much to tell.
l'm pretty much your average teenage girl.
Having reviewed your application, l hardly think so.
l seem to remember a certain fondness for art.
Have you been to the new Guggenheim? No, but l have always wanted to go to New York.
lt's actually in Bilbao, hon.
-Spain? -Right.
Which isn't important.
What is, however, is the building itself.
lt's really the most amazing feat of construction.
lt's an extraordinary combination of intersecting shapes.
lt's an architectural epiphany.
l don't know.
lf you as me, the thing just looks like a big artichoke.
No, l'm serious.
lt does.
-Oh, so you've been? -Well, no.
My brother's this big architecture buff.
He's into those coffee-table art books.
So l've seen all the pictures.
l'm here to tell you, it looks like a big artichoke.
A big artichoke.
You're right, it does look like an artichoke.
Mr.
Leery.
Mr.
Brooks.
Quite a shindig you've got for yourself here, huh? Yeah.
Do you wanna come in? -No.
l'm not much for crowds.
-Why is that not a surprise? ls there something l can do for you? ''Kiss Kiss Bang Bang''? Pauline Kael.
The best film critic there ever was.
She says it a lot better than l ever could.
Says what? Why.
When l was a kid l lived for Saturday afternoons at the Rialto.
Why, l left town the day l graduated high school and hopped on a train headed for the Los Angeles.
Why l almost cried the first time l ever stepped on a studio lot.
And, why, l did the first time l yelled ''action.
'' l'm sorry l snapped at you, kid.
You just happened to scratch an open wound that still hasn't healed after all these years.
Which is none of my business.
his office.
He's got this brilliant idea.
Wants to cast my best friend and my girlfriend in my next picture.
Turn Away My Sweet.
Fine, l gotta agree with him.
lt's great casting.
So we start shooting, and l am a madman, crazed beyond belief.
l don't even notice what's happening right in front of my eyes.
My best friend's falling in love with my girlfriend.
By the time l realize it, it's too late.
She's gone.
l still have half a picture to direct.
Do you have any idea what that's like? l would imagine that would be terrible.
Yeah.
Made me hate directing.
Everybody and everything.
The day we wrapped, l caught another train.
For Capeside, Mass.
, and l never looked back.
Started a new life.
Started a better life.
Mr.
Brooks? Mr.
Brooks? What? Would you like to come inside? Why do you want to make pictures? How can you explain the things you love? You can't, you just do.
God help you, kid.
So then the rabbi says: '' Rectum? l damn near killed him.
'' Good one, right? lt's very good.
Joey, l had no idea your boyfriend was such a charmer.
Who knew? Worthington could use a young man like you, Pacey.
Why haven't you applied? Yeah, Pace, why haven't you? Well l.
To be perfectly honest both of my parents are real big lefties, so for me it's Yale or nothing.
Well, that certainly is our loss.
Hey, Pace.
Can l talk to you for a second? Yeah, sure.
Outside.
Excuse us.
-l can't believe you did that.
-Did what? -You lied! -Hold on a second.
And after that whole pseudo-motivational diatribe you flat out lied.
-Can l have the floor--? -Why are you trying to impress them? -Are you done yet? -l don't know who you are-- -All l'm trying-- -Excuse me, Pacey? l would love for you to meet the dean.
Do you mind, Joey? Of course not.
Sure.
He's a great guy and an old friend.
l'd love for him to hear the.
-The two rabbis.
-Yeah, well.
Jack.
Hey.
-Did l not make myself clear to you? -What? Did l, or did l not, ask you to mind your own business? No.
Jack, you didn't have any right to do what you did.
He had every right.
As did l.
Listen, l'm not looking to be saved here.
l don't want to go to college.
Could you leave me alone? You do want to go to college, Jennifer.
l know that for a fact.
l know why you haven't applied.
-No, you don't.
-l do.
You haven't applied because you refuse to ask your parents for help.
l can't keep putting myself out there over and over again.
l won't ask them.
l won't do it.
And l won't let you.
Now, look.
l'm sorry that you haven't felt like you could talk to me lately.
But you must understand something, Jennifer.
You must understand that no matter how angry or upset or disappointed l may be in you l will always be there for you.
You are going to college, young lady.
lf l have to beg, borrow or steal, l will get you there.
You are the most important thing in my life, Jennifer.
And l love you.
l-- l kind of love you too.
Hi, Joey.
Oh, hi, Mr.
Kubelik.
l'm sorry.
l.
l think l need to apologize.
Really? Whatever for? Well, l think l blew it tonight.
And it's just.
This is kind of a whole new world for me, and l.
l don't really know what to do or what to say.
And l know that l don't fit in very well.
Joey.
You didn't blow anything.
Your academic record stands on its own.
You're a stunningly bright young lady.
And no one is grading you on your social skills.
You couldn't ask for a better character witness than that boyfriend of yours.
Seriously.
He just talked the dean's ear off all about you.
How you've changed him, how you've helped him.
How he couldn't imagine a better life than one with you by his side.
What a rare gift.
To have someone say such things about you.
So where did l apply? You applied to Bard, Brown, Columbia Emerson and Sarah Lawrence.
Oh, and BU.
Nice.
You know, l had to ransack your computer.
With a little pruning, that paper you did on women's suffrage movement made a really good essay.
Really? Cool.
Yeah.
Yeah, you know, l stumbled across your journal.
l didn't realize you still had those kinds of dreams about me.
-More nog? -Sure.
Love some more nog.
You again.
-Have we met? -You know very well we've met.
l had the displeasure of watching you screaming at poor Dawson Leery over nothing but some silly boat of yours.
-lt was quite the tantrum.
-lf l remember correctly you put me in my place.
l admire that in a woman.
Oh, you fancy yourself quite charming, don't you? On my better days, yes, l do.
On those days, l'd say your mind is playing tricks on you.
Which is understandable.
You are getting on in years.
l did yell at the kid, but that's before l got to know him.
Before l realized he's not an idiot, just a nuisance.
Perhaps you'll get to know a person before you dismiss them.
Perhaps you might do the same.
Perhaps.
-What? -You were flirting with Grams.
-Nonsense.
-l don't know, looked like flirting to me.
You'd know if l was flirting.
Matter of fact, you could take a lesson or two.
l shouldn't have been surprised that you're a big movie director.
What else could have satisfied that massive ego? Just because we shared a moment out there doesn't mean we have to get -all chummy.
-Point taken.
l wanted you to know something.
What? l think l'm ready to make a movie again.
Crisis of faith over.
l'll alert the media.
-All right.
Laugh all you want.
-l intend to.
What is this picture of yours gonna be about? You.
Excuse me? Say that again into my good ear, would you? My movie-- My picture is going to be about you.
Your life story.
We'll talk later.
Enjoy the party.
Apology accepted.
l didn't apologize, Pace.
Well, no, but you were going to.
l was? Yeah.
You were gonna apologize for bitching me out earlier.
And what about you? You're the one who lied.
Did it ever occur to you that maybe l was doing that all for you? And how exactly do l benefit from your distortion of the truth? Well maybe l just wanted these people to see you through my eyes.
Just for one night.
To see this girl this woman who has more class and intelligence and beauty and grace than anyone else who's walking the face of the planet.
And maybe things like this just come tumbling out of my mouth because l happen to be head over heels in love with you.
But the really scary thing is l think that they're true.
Sorry, Pace.
l just wanted to impress these people so bad, you know, to fit in.
-And l completely froze.
-But that doesn't matter.
Yes, it does.
l've never wanted anything so bad in my whole life.
And you just fit right in, better than l ever will.
Because there's nothing at stake for me here, Jo.
l have nothing to prove to these people.
Jo, this world, it is opening its doors to you.
And when you step through you are going to be such an amazing part of all of this.
And wherever you choose to go you're doing them the favour.
Not the other way around.
Your mom should get a medal.
Mom? -Really? Why is that? -Because she raised the perfect boy.
And maybe things like that just tumble out of my mouth because l happen to be head over heels in love with you.
The scary thing is l think it's true.
Okay.
What do you say you and l take our little mutual admiration society on the road? Please? So we can go someplace we both fit in.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Thanks.
Hey.
You did a very good thing.
Years from now, l'm not gonna remember what l got for Christmas, but l'll remember what it felt like to see my parents so happy.
So thank you.
Hey, total selfishness on my part.
This takes me back to a time before everything got so complicated.
Why don't you quit flirting and kiss her.
You gotta be kidding me.
l had nothing to do with this.
Okay.
Well, l guess we better get it over with, then.
-You think? -lt's tradition, Dawson.
-And you don't monkey with tradition.
-Oh, that's right.
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