All language subtitles for Dawsons Creek S03E05 Indian Summer 1080p NF WEB-DL DDP5 1 x264-alfaHD (1)_track3_[eng]

Luke, I am your father.

Pacey?

You're monopolizing
what's passing for a breeze.

Ahh. Dawson,
this is gonna go down

as one of the most
abysmal movie nights ever.

Care to elaborate?

Well, look around you,
my friend.

We're two happening
young guys

in the prime
of our lives,

who can't find
anything better to do

than sit in some
sweat box

in the middle of
an armpit-staining Indian Summer

and watch old movies.

I mean, correct me
if I'm wrong, Dawson,

but didn't we
used to have

a couple of really cute
girlfriends?

It was a long time
ago, Pace,

in a galaxy far,
far away.

God...

I can't wrap my head
around this film noir stuff

which is making it
really difficult

to turn out
a paper on it.

Well, of course you can't

wrap your head
around it, Dawson.

Excuse me?

Well, what we're watching here
is the cinema of cynicism.

No self-respecting
son of Spielberg

would feel comfortable
in a morally ambiguous world

populated with
hard-boiled antiheroes

and duplicitous
femme fatales.

You know what?
Could we just reschedule

this verbal joust, Pace?

It's a little too hot
for spiky repartee.

Mmm.

But this, right here?

This is celluloid a fellow
like me can relate to.

Pacey Witter is nothing

if not the walking,
talking embodiment

of the fallible
protagonist.

Ok, Johnny Anti-Hero,
explain to me this,

how can this guy not know

that this woman
is setting him up

for a fall of epic proportions?

Because, Dawson,
not all of us are as immune

to the lure of sex
as you are.

I mean, not all of us would opt

for the warm and fuzzy
emotional connections

over those of, let's say,
a more physical nature.

You know what I mean?

Most of us
are just big, dumb guys

happy to sell our souls

for the slimmest chance
of gettin' some.

Can I quote you on that?

Oh, yeah. Witter, two "T's."

Fun time's over.

All this rapid-fire
deconstruction

is making me weary, Leery.

I think I shall retire
to cooler climes,

namely, the air-conditioned
interior of my pop's squad car.

Good night, Pace.

Mm-hmm.

Capeside Police?

Yeah, I'd like to report
a possible robbery.

Hey, Dawson.

Ok, explanation.

Ouch!

Thanks to your
nosy neighbor antics

out there, Dawson,
I fell down and went boom.

-Kiss and make better?
-Eve, I just called the police.

They're gonna be here
any minute.

Ok, I'll spill.

We didn't want you to find out
this way, Dawson,

but me and Jen?
We're having ourselves

quite the torrid little affair.

Sleepovers, late night
pillow fights,

brushing each other's hair,
tickling each other's arms,

all that groovy stuff
we girls do

in pretty pink rooms,
behind closed doors.

Eve, there was a breaking,
there was an entering,

and there was a flashlight.

All that's missing
is a ski mask.

Good God.

Not even the suggestion
of teen lesbianism

can get you off my case.

Can we just,
like, make out or something?

Let me kiss
all your queries away.

Look, Eve, either you tell me
your version,

or I tell the police mine.

Fine. Do what your big,
bleeding heart wants, Dawson,

but here's a filthy
4-letter word for you,

and don't you dare blush.

P-S-A-T, baby.

Don't you remember
where you were

when the cataclysmic PSAT
scandal of '99 went down?

I for sure do.

Is that some sort
of threat, Eve?

Because might I remind you,

you're the one that actually
stole the test.

And may I remind you
that you're the one

who gladly accepted
my trial offer?

So feel free to get
all boy-scouty on me, Dawson,

but you should know

I'd get quite the perverse
little thrill

out of making things profoundly
uncomfortable

for you and the rest

of the "Sweet Valley
High" extras

you call your friends?

Doug, hi.

Uh, my sincerest
apologies.

I-- I thought I saw
something next door,

but it was actually
just, uh, Jen,

uh, sneaking
in the window

so as not to disturb Grams.

You sure about that, Dawson?

Yeah. yeah, just...

Ok, then.

You know, I saw this article
in this magazine once,

where they put this thing
up in the sky,

so that the kids
studying astronomy

could track something
during the night,

and I think that is it ri--
or maybe that's it.

Wait. You, you expect me
to believe there's some sort

of giant disco ball
orbiting the earth?

Ok, when you put it like that,
it sounds kind of stupid.

Maybe we should start thinking
about getting out of here.

I don't think so.
Not before the main event.

Come on, we've got the stars,
we've got the moonlight.

It's perfect.

Yeah. Lying in the grass,

on a hot Indian Summer night
with your gay best friend.

That's your definition
of perfect?

A girl could do a lot worse.

Come on, Jen,
I know you too well.

You can't tell me
there isn't someone else

that you'd rather be
stargazing with.

Ok, you got me.

Matt Damon.

Yeah, right.

What, you don't approve?

All right, I'll have to go
with Ben Affleck, then.

Well, he's got that scruffy,
indie cred appeal.

-Well?
-No comment.

Besides, I was talking
more about the realm

of the, oh, say possible?

Henry, for instance?

The freshman?

Yeah, the guy paid
$500 bucks just to kiss you.

You've got to admit,
that's kind of sweet.

Jack, Jack, Jack,
my naive little pet,

it's the sweet ones
that you have to watch out for.

They'll run over you
like a Mac Truck.

Yeah, well, Henry's harmless.
Besides, he worships you.

He's a teenage boy.

He'd worship anything
in a wonder bra.

Besides,

I'm already sleeping
with the best looking guy

on the football team.

And best friends are nothing
to sneeze at.

God, I remember when I first met
Joey and Dawson.

I was so envious
of what they had,

all that history.

Then that whole boyfriend-
girlfriend thing kicked in.

See, that's what's
so great about us.

Sex will never come
between you and me.

Oh, no! Oh, God, no!

No! Get the shoes!
Get the shoes!

-No, wait, wait.
-Get the shoes!

I got them.

Not so tough now,
are you, homecoming queen?

Aah!

Look at you. And you said
that this wasn't perfect.

Come on, Potter,
take a break.

-Hydrate yourself.
-No thanks, I'm fine.

I insist.

It would look very bad
for the Logan family

if you got heatstroke
and died on them.

It's nice to know you care.

How can it possibly be this hot
at 7:30 in the morning?

Is this gonna offend
your delicate sensibilities?

I'll probably swoon
with excitement,

but seeing as though
I need this job

to support my sister
and nephew,

I will just choose
to look the other way.

So, uh, Potter,
what do you say?

You and me at the movies
tonight?

Oh, joy. Is this
the part of our workday

where you
get inappropriate?

That depends on what
your answer is.

My answer is, ask me again
in 2 years, when I am legal.

You watch, Potter.
Some other lucky little lady's

gonna take me up on this offer,

and you're gonna
be green with envy.

I think I can live
with that possibility.

-Stop it! Stop!
-Why? It's just water.

Stop it! Stop it!

Come on. what, are
all teenage girls

as uptight as you?

No, just the ones
with half a brain.

You say this girl
is a very close friend?

Uh, very close, yes.

And yet, you don't have
the slightest idea

where she lives?

Oh, I'm sorry, kid.
We're closed.

I'm not here for
the titillations, sir.

I'm actually looking for a girl
I go to school with.

She used to work here.

What's the name?

Uh, Whitman.
Eve Whitman.

She's, a tall,
leggy blonde

genetically engineered
to corrupt the male species?

Sorry to be the bearer
of bad news, young man,

but I think somebody's
playing games with you.

What do you mean?

-Kid, how old are you, 16?
-Yeah.

Now, if you're 16,
that means you're underage,

and if you're underage,
you would never

be permitted
into my establishment.

And if you're going to school
with one of my girls,

that means she would
be underage as well.

So, what can we take away
from today's tutorial, huh?

There is not, there was not,
there never has been

an Eve Whitman
enrolled at Capeside High.

-Come on, come on.

Let's go, already.

I don't see why we have
to practice in this heat.

It's gotta violate,

like, a thousand
child endangerment laws.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Talk to the hand.

Listen, we're late.

Big, bad Mitch
is gonna kick our--

-Kick our what?
-Don't look.

She's coming.
She's coming this way.

Just act normal.

Henry, when she comes over here,
just ask her out already, ok,

-because this is ridiculous.
-It's not that easy, ok?

You don't know how hard it is
for me to talk to her.

I mean, look at her.

Look, she's, like,
this perfect thing.

You think
she looks good in that,

you should see her in a towel.

Mmm, boys, do I have good news.

The ice cream man?
Right outside.

-You want a lick?
-Uh, no thanks.

Henry?

Uh...uh...

Mmm-mmm, no?

Ok, suit yourself.
I'll see you later?

-Later.
-Bye, Henry.

Um...oh.

You see? You see
what happens to me?

Why I can't ask her out?

She gets within 3 feet of me,

and it's like my hard drive
crashes.

I go pre-verbal.

Probably if I asked her out,
I'd hurl all over her

like that little kid
in South Park.

Ok, so what if you didn't
have to ask her out?

You mean, like,
you could get her

to ask me out?

I'm so down with
that feminist stuff.

Henry, I'm good,
but I'm not that good.

No, what if
your first date was like,

um, was like kismet?
You know, like fate?

Two people just happening to be

at the exact same place,
at the exact same time.

Dawson Leery.

How are things that go bump
in the night?

Deputy Witter.
I was wondering

if I could pose
a hypothetical?

Pose away.

Well, I'm working on
a screenplay.

It's a film noir piece
with a cop protagonist.

I was wondering
if I could pick your brain

on a few story points.

How can I help?

Uh, well, I could
use some help

with procedure,
actually, um,

I'm stuck on the part
where the hero

is trying to track down
the femme fatale

who's all but disappeared
at this point.

Now, how would a law enforcement
professional such as yourself,

go about finding someone
who doesn't want to be found?

Well, that's a good
question, Dawson.

Now, part of police work

is knowing who your enemy is.
So, let me as you this,

-Who is this girl?
-She's kind of a lost soul.

I mean, she comes off
like sort of a wild child,

but I think there's
something really sweet

and vulnerable underneath
all her posturing.

-Laundromat.
-Come again?

-Laundromat.
-A laundromat?

-Uh-huh.
-Really?

Yeah, you know,
you see, Dawson,

in a small town
such as Capeside,

everybody, except for those

with questionable hygiene
sensibilities, of course,

has to do their laundry
at some point.

So, you're saying

you would stake out
the laundromat.

Exactly.

Obsession is not
a pretty thing, my friend.

Come on, doesn't it
bother you?

What, that we don't know
all about Eve?

Yeah.

Let me give you
a little life lesson

-from the Witter vault, Dawson.
-Oh, God.

There are some women
who will come

onto the movie set
that is your life,

and function solely
as day players.

They'll show up, they'll know
their dialogue,

they'll hit their marks,

they'll occasionally
steal a scene or 2 from you,

but they will remain
always and forever

an impenetrable mystery.

But Eve barged into my life,

and stirred things up
for her own amusement.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Dawson,
but didn't she try to go

where no girl has gone before?

Synopsize with me.

She works in a strip club,
but she doesn't, all right?

She says she goes
to our school,

but she doesn't.

She appears, she disappears.

She reappears without
rhyme or reason,

who the hell is this girl?

Whoa, ok, simmer down, Dawson.

This girl is giving you
a meltdown, God.

All right,
here's what I propose.

You and I take a little trip
down to the video store,

you want uh,
film noir, right?

How about that one
with Matt Dillon

where he has that really
outstanding threesome

with Neve Campbell
and that chick

from Starship Troopers?

Yeah. Oh, hey,
one more thing.

My brother. He, uh,
he gave you

the laundromat speech,
didn't he?

Yeah.

Hi, may I help you?
-Hi.

Um, I don't know what I want.

Yo.

Now, Deputy Doug's
laundromat theory

may be all well and good,

but it's a tad too
Andy of Mayberry for my taste.

Given my druthers, I much prefer
Sheriff Dad's dissertation

on how to pin a tail
on the suspect.

Watch and learn, my friend.

Uh, miss? A little
service here, please?

Very funny.

I'm serious.
I've got my father's

sea ray cruiser over there.

Could you fill it up for me?

I don't want to get gas
all over myself.

I'm on a date here.

So I smell.

Um, you may have gone
a little overboard

on the CK One.

Wait till you see her, Potter,
She's a cutie.

About your age, too.
A better dresser, though.

Not so uptight
about showing off a little skin.

I'm gonna get
so lucky tonight.

Don't tell me you actually
found some high school girl

so riddled
with insecurities

that she would actually fall
for your minor league

Humbert Humbert
impersonations?

Hey, Joey.

Isn't this great?

I was at the country club
today with my dad,

'cause he's thinking
about joining,

and I ran into Rob.

I didn't know you
two knew each other.

Oh, sure. He went
to prep school

with my brother, Tim.

So, did you know
that Joey and I were friends?

Oh, I had a sneaking
suspicion.

After all,
it is a small town.

So, Andie, where's moneybags
taking you tonight?

All the way down
to the Bahamas and back?

No, you know,
we're just going to the movies.

It's too hot to
do anything else.

Well, almost anything else.

That wasn't a sexual
overture, was it?

Shh, Andie.
Not in front of the K-I-D.

-I'm all finished here.
-Great.

Here you go, Potter.
Buy yourself something pretty.

Save it for bail money.

Ok. Let's see
what this puppy can do.

Bye, Joey!

What a coincidence.

Moonlight.

Tell her how nice she looks.

What a beautiful spot this is.

Don't puke, don't puke,
don't puke, don't puke,
don't puke.

-Henry?
-Uh...

You ok?

Uh...

Uh, gulp once for yes,
twice for no.

Once. Good, ok.

What's on your hand?

Uh, nothing.

-Jen?
-Yeah?

You, you're awesome.

You look awesome,
you smell awesome,

everything about you
is awesome.

I, I just, I wanted you
to know that.

Uh, good to know.
So, what are you doing here?

Hanging...
Out, you know?

The same thing you are,
just, just hanging out.

Actually, I'm just
waiting for Jack.

Oh, well, Jack
couldn't be here tonight,

see, because he had these
other plans.

Important plans, so, so he sent
me instead.

Ok, I think I know
where this is going.

Continue.

Um, that's, that's it.

Out with it, Henry.

Well, I, I guess
he thought

if you were here
and I were here,

and we were both...

-Here.

Together.

Then it would sort of be
like a date,

you know, like
our first date?

Look, Henry, I know
that you're new at this

being all of, uh,
I don't know, what, 14?

15.

Ok, 15.

Dating is a consensual activity

that usually involves
some sort of pre-arrangement.

Next time, don't skip the part
where you ask me.

-♪

And the plot thickens,
my friend.

Phoo...

Where're you goin'?

What, are you daft, man?

I'm goin' after her.
That girl is in dire need

of following.

All right. Good.
No, you go follow her.

I'm gonna stay here
and check out that boat.

Sure, now you're
thinkin', butch.

Hands up!

You're under arrest.

Dawson Leery.

Why am I not surprised?

research for your screenplay.

No, a friend of mine
lives here.

This friend wouldn't,
by any chance,

be your mysterious
femme fatale, would she?

No.

Nothing as lurid as that,
I'm afraid...just a friend.

Aw, funny. Never figured you
for the type to be,

uh, pals with
octogenarians.

Come again?

That boat, on which you were
very much a trespasser,

belongs to a Mr. and
Mrs. Paul Stepmuck.

Sweet little couple.

Somewhere in their late eighties.

Oh.

Yeah. Oh.

Dawson, the Stepmucks are
big fans of Capeside,

but only in the summertime.

They spend the rest
of their golden year

in New York City.

Heh, well, I...
must have clambered

aboard the wrong boat then.

Maybe you did clamber wrong.

Then again,
maybe your friend

is the one
we've been looking for.

What do you mean?

A couple of weeks ago,
somebody stole a speedboat

from the marina and took
it for a little joyride.

A speedboat, really?

You wouldn't know
anything about that,

would you, Dawson?

No. Heh.

I mean, why would I?

Look, Dawson...

I know that you're a good kid,

but something
is going on with you.

All of a sudden,
you're the boy who cried 911,

you pose thinly
veiled hypotheticals

to an officer of the law,

and all of this
somehow revolves around

some mysterious
femme fatale.

Which, of course,
begs the question...

Is there something you
have to tell me, Dawson?

Deputy Doug in the house!

Ha ha ha!
Oh, I should have known.

Wherever there's smoke,

there's my imbecilic
little brother.

Doug, if I've told you once,
I've told you a million times,

Despite his dapper,
GAP-clad appearance,

my friend Dawson does not
play for your team, ok?

You're just gonna have to find

another date to
the policeman's ball.

Little brother,

your obsession with
my sexuality is just...

plain weird.

Look, do I have to talk
to dad again, huh?

-Doug...

It may not be today,
and it may not be tomorrow,

and it might not even be
the day after that,

but one of these days,

you're gonna go
to your mailbox,

you're gonna open it up,

and that Advocate
cover story will be yours...

-"Good Cop/
The Dougie Witter Story."

And I'm tellin' you, Doug,

we are gonna be
so proud of you.

Really, truly.

Whew.

I am not gay!

Now, both of you,
off this dock now!

I mean it.

So?

Uh, she's squirrelly, that one.
Lost me like that.

Oh, my God, Joey!

What are you doing here?
Oh, it doesn't matter come here.

Isn't this amazing?
Me on a date with Rob Logan,

Senator Logan's son.
I mean, his parents are loaded.

Not that that matters,
but it doesn't hurt either,

and he's so cute.

Slow down, Andie, ok?
Um...

Rob Logan is not a nice guy.

Since I started working for him,

my life has become
one gigantic leer fest.

He's a creep to
an exponential degree.

Ok, Joey, this may come
as a surprise to you,

but not everybody minds
being looked at

as a sexual object.

The guy hits on me daily
in a wide variety

of creative and
not-so-creative ways.

My first day, he walked in on me
while I was changing my clothes.

Why are you trying
to ruin this for me?

Look, I-- I'm not
trying to ruin anything.

I just thought you should know

what kind of a guy
Rob Logan really is.

Uh, Joey, guys is hardly
your area of expertise.

I mean, between Dawson
and my gay brother...

I'm sorry, but it's true.
I mean...

You're not exactly
sophisticated when

it comes to dealing with guys.

Get a grip, ok?
It's-- it's not about me.

Yeah, it is, Joey.

I mean, you're still
fixated on Dawson,

and you're so closed off
to any new experience,

that a guy so much as looks
at you and you freak out.

Joey, staying home
every Friday night

isn't gonna bring him back.

Oh, going out with
a nimrod like Rob Logan

is a recipe
for recovery?

Andie, if you think
this little escapade

is going to help you
get over Pacey--

Joey, I'm moving on
with my life.

Somehow I thought
you, of all people,

would understand that
and be happy for me.

I guess I was wrong.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

I was getting worried.

You missed the previews
and the dancing candy.

Sorry, long line.

This is gonna be great.

Heh heh.

Excuse me.

Coming through.
Pardon me.

Sorry.

Joey, what are you doing?

These are great seats.

Regular or diet?

I couldn't remember,
so I got both.

No, get out of here. Now.

Mmm. Andie,
in the light of the day

you can psychoanalyze me
all you want,

but I am not leaving you alone
with this guy.

What the hell's
going on here, Potter?

Do you like nachos?

Personally, I find them to be

one of the more disgusting
innovations in movie food.

I mean, all this
congealed stuff.

It's not even...
cheese.

You know, it's
kind of cheese food.

Here. Try 'em.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Oh, this is comic gold...
This stuff.

Goober?

There's ice cream
in the freezer.

Oh, yeah.

Ever since I started
playing football,

I've been eating you
out of house and home, huh?

No problem.

I just wish
I felt a little more

like I was earning
my keep around here.

But you are. You are making
my granddaughter happy.

Happier than I've seen her
in quite a long while.

Oh, Jennifer, you
scared me half to death.

I'm sorry, Grams.
Getting surprised really sucks,

Doesn't it, Jack?

Jennifer--

This is between Jack and I.

So, how does it work?

Do you take cash,
credit card?

And is it just Henry

or am I gonna have to service
the entire football team?

Jen, calm down.
You're overreacting.

Which one of you
is going to tell me

what's going on here?

I-- I just thought I'd
do a favor for a friend.

So, I set 'em up.
I thought it would be romantic.

About as romantic
as a car-jacking.

Jen, he's just a kid. All right?

He's a nice kid,
and he likes you.

Yeah, he's a real nice kid.
he stares at me

like I'm a pornographic
fantasy come to life.

That's because
he's infatuated with you.

Well, I'm not
infatuated with him.

And I told you that
a thousand times,

and you didn't listen to me.

You took his side.

I didn't take anybody's side.
I-- I--

wanted to get your little
football buddy lucky.

Well, sorry.

What the hell are you
doing in my room?

I want my picture back.

And I want some answers.

Fine, Dawson.

What would you like to know?

I'd like to know why
every single word

out of your mouth
has been a lie.

Why you claim to be
a high school student

and you're not.
Why you're living in a yacht

that doesn't belong to you.

I want to know,
once and for all, who you are.

You have every right
to ask those questions, Dawson.

And I promise you,
the answers are forthcoming.

Eve, I'm sick and tired
of being toyed with.

Ever since you slam-danced
your way into my life,

I've wrecked my father's boat--

that was so worth every
penny, and you know it.

It's been one disaster
after another.

I turn a dork into a stud
in a matter of weeks,

and this is my thank you note?
Where's the love?

Eve, the "gee, aren't I so hip
and amoral" routine

is really old.

Is that what you think
I am, amoral?

Either that
or a criminal.

Sticks and stones, Dawson.

Now, give me back my picture.

Eve, for the last time,

what were you doing
in Grams' house?

Looking for something
to steal...

To get bus money
out of here.

There. Satisfied?

Now, give it to me.

Not until you tell me
how a faded, old snapshot

could mean so much to someone
as cold and detached as you.

You're right, Dawson.

I never was a student.

The yacht...

Not mine. I was just
sort of squatting.

And that girl's
my mother, Dawson...

Whom I've never met.

Whom I'm trying
to find...

And that picture
is my only clue.

Talk. I'll listen.

Ok, let's see...
where to begin?

How 'bout last Christmas

as I was rummaging
around in the attic

looking for some
wrapping paper?

I found the photo
in question...

Of the girl that bears
me an uncanny resemblance.

What did you do?

I asked my folks,
of course.

And?

Painted into a corner,

mom and Major Dad
finally told me the truth.

-That you were adopted?
-That's right.

No more calls,
we have a winner.

What did you do?

Nothing.

Very strangely,
I had no angst whatsoever.

It's only after that it kind
of crept up on me that I...

Had this estrogen-charged
urge to seek out

the missing pieces
of the puzzle.

Which brings you
to Capeside. Why?

All I know about
my birth mother is that

she lived somewhere

in this part of the country...
near the ocean.

So, I've been traveling up
and down the eastern seaboard,

asking questions
along the way,

-Hoping to get lucky.
-And have you?

Depends on what you mean.

No, Dawson,
I haven't found her.

Not yet, anyway,
and not here.

Which means it's time
for me to move on...

And so ends another
installment in my melodrama.

It's more movie-of-the-week
than film noir.

With an edge.

With a lot of edge.

Heh.

Oh, I don't know.

Eve, call me gullible, but...

This time I actually
believe you.

Thanks, Dawson.

You're a hugely sweet boy.

And you're right,

I played with you.

I do that, I guess.

I move into a new town,

and chances are
I'm not staying forever,

so I play a role.

That way no one
can get close to me.

And believe me,

most guys are content
with me, the actress.

But you dug at me...

You wanted to see inside
my screwed-up little soul.

Well, I mean...

Once you get past the lying,

and the stealing,

and the using sex
as a weapon...

There's a lot of
good stuff in there.

I hope I haven't done
anything irredeemable.

Because I'd like to think
you'll remember me

once in a while and smile.

Well, the ride in
my father's boat alone

will always elicit at least
a giddy grin or three.

See, there you go.

Maybe I'll even get a footnote

in the unauthorized biography.

You just might warrant
a whole chapter.

I'll be checking
the credits for you, Dawson.

Take care, Eve.

Should I just
fall on my sword now

or wait until
the battle's over?

What do I care?

Either way
you're a dead man.

Look, uh...

This whole
Henry thing...

You got it
all wrong, ok?

I didn't do it for him.
I did it for you.

I'm serious.

I-- I-- I just wanted
to show you

that the things that you want
are there for the taking,

if you just, you know, believe
you deserve them.

You don't get it.

This was our place.

Yours and mine.

Doesn't that mean
something to you?

Yeah, of course it does...

But... don't you want more?

No. Not from us.

Jack...

I've had lovers,
I've had boyfriends,

but-- but what I've
never had is a boy

who is, first and last,
a friend...

Who wasn't secretly
trying to get in my pants

or wouldn't
walk away from me

the second I said I didn't
want to sleep with him...

Who liked me...for me.

Unless you've recently
decided to be bisexual.

You know, I think that
you setting me up

was a lot more about you
than it was me.

Come on,
give me a break.

I do not have a secret crush
on Henry Parker.

Neither do I, but that's not
what I'm talking about.

I mean, maybe it's you who's
lonely for the relationship.

Well, maybe I am.

But this isn't exactly New York,

where gay kids are
tripping over each other

comin' out of the closet.

This is Capeside.

Gay population is one.

It's me. I'm it.

Jack...

You're gonna have a love life.

You're gonna have
a fantastic love life,

and it's gonna be...
awesome and terrifying and--

and when it happens,
it's gonna change

your whole life.

Yeah, it's easy
for you to say.

I know it is.

You just--

you have to have faith...

That sometimes things happen
when they're least expected.

-♪ ♪

See what I mean?

-Whoo!
-Whaa!

-Hey.
-Hi.

Uh, stud puppy's
not here yet.

You must have kept him out
pretty late last night.

Ok, nothing happened.

And not that you
deserve an explanation,

but right after the movie,
he walked me to my front door,

and he was
a perfect gentleman.

Yeah, he's a prince,
all right...

Prince of Darkness.

Hey, Rob.

Slackin' off
on the job again, Potter?

Uh, you know, Joey and I
just...girl talk.

-Yeah, I know.

So, last night,
quite a threesome...

Only next time I want
to be in the middle.

It was kind of an
unexpected pleasure though.

I mean, I assumed
you were working.

Don't we usually stay open
till 8:00 on Fridays?

Nobody ever comes in after 7:00.
You know that, Rob.

Just answer
the question, Potter.

Yeah, we usually stay open
until 8:00 on Fridays.

You're fired.

What?!

You heard me.

I'm in charge here,
and it's unacceptable

for an employee to close early
without my permission.

Oh, yeah, and that's really
why you're firing me, Rob.

Spare me the adolescent
mini-drama, Potter.

You're fired
because you closed early.

End of story.

No, wait, Joey.
um, she can explain.

I mean, this is all

just a really big
misunderstanding.

Look, don't bother,
Andie.

Nice workin' with ya, Potter.

You know what, Rob?

The day your
out-of-whack libido

lands you in so deep
that not even daddy

can save your ass,

don't call me as
a character witness.

Rot in hell.

Oh, my word.

Beware of heretics
bearing air conditioners.

My father's orders.

He wanted me to take this extra
of ours over to you.

Mrs. Ryan, who is that
in that picture?

Well, that's our Lord,
Jesus Christ,

as interpreted
by one of our gifted,

young Sunday School students.

I meant the one
below it.

Oh...

That's my daughter, Helen.

She can't have been more
than 18 there.

As I recall, it was right before
she went away to college.

So, that's Jen's mom?

I have only one daughter,
Dawson Leery.