All language subtitles for Dawsons Creek S06E03 The Importance of Not Being Too Earnest 1080p NF WEB-DL DDP5 1 x264-alfaHD (1)_track3_[eng]

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!