Dawson's Creek (1998–2003): Season 2, Episode 11 - Sex, She Wrote - full transcript

Well, do you have
everything?

Uh, yeah, I think so.

Ok.

Well, thank you
for posing for me.

Oh, yeah, sure.

That was an unexpected
encounter.

I--i don't know
what came over me.

I--

listen, I just--
I want to--

Dawson, before we dissect
what just happened,

um,

why don't we
just give it, like,
12 hours, ok?

Ok.

You don't have any,
um, regrets,

do you?

No.

That's good.

See you tomorrow.

Ok.

Good night, Dawson.

Good night, Jen.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

No, really,
thank you.

I insist, thank you.

Thank you.

Mr. Owen...

Is one of us.

So, we can conclude

that film mysteries
don't differ

from literary ones
at all.

The genre's still
constructed in 3 sections,

set-up, the testimonies,

and the classic denouement,

where all the characters
are gathered in one room

while the likes
of Charlie chan
or miss marple

give their final
monologue

revealing the killer's
identity.

The key to solving
any great crime

is a practical
understanding
of human behavior,

for it is there that
the motives are discovered

and the greatest truths
are revealed.

Thank you.

And remember,

you never know
when a mystery

will find you.

Thank you, Dawson.

Your flair
for the dramatic

is always,
in some small degree,
appreciated.

I think we have time
for one more.

Abby,

what incredible
insight

do you bring
to the mystery genre?

Actually,
Mr. Peterson,

I don't have
my project.

You see, the most
tragic thing
occurred

while I was
working on it.

Our family pet,

a very temperamental
schnauzer

named giggles,

got underneath
the bathroom sink

and chewed up
a whole box

of chocolate
flavored laxatives

that my dad
sometimes needs.

So, anyway, um...

Giggles ate
the whole box,

and he bled
to death internally.

Apparently,
chocolate laxatives

are toxic to dogs.

It's a shame,
Ms. Morgan,

that you can't find
a more productive outlet

for your creative lying.

I'm not lying.

Please,

let's just stick
to the fundamentals,

the alphabet,
the letter "f".

If you don't turn in
your project,

I'll see to it that
you fail this course.

Tomorrow we are
hosting a book fair

in the school cafeteria.

I remind you,
as literary scholars,

your attendance
is mandatory.

So, uh,

we ever going
to speak again?

I hope so.

Why is it so awkward?

Mm. I could answer
that for 200, Bob.

Hey, Mr. Witter,
how are you?

Mm...

I--you know, um,

we probably
shouldn't do
this right here.

Oh, I'm sorry,

I just have a major
lust issue

where you're concerned.

Thanks for last night.

You were a perfect
gentleman,

and I thoroughly
enjoyed myself.

I'm glad I could be
of service.

I had a nice time, too.

Good.

Hi.

How are you?

Fine. You?

Great.

Yeah.

My, um, script.

It's new and improved.

I got home
last night,

and I tooled around
with some changes.

I think
they'll address
your concerns.

So, let me guess,

they do it, huh?
Um...

Actually, the so-called
Dawson character

does it with
the beautiful
neighbor

from the big city
he has a crush on.

I made the changes

per our last
conversation.

Per our last
conversation, or, um,

per our last
physical encounter?

Let's just say
you inspired me.

If I had a gun,
Mr. Peterson
would be dead.

If I fail English,

I have summer
school hell.

Did you have sex
last night?

Are you
talking to me?

Because that's
a non sequitur

I'm choosing
to ignore.

Yeah, well,
somebody's

throwing down
around here.

I'm just trying
to figure out
who it is.

What are you
talking about?

"I want to talk to you
about last night.

"It always
comes out wrong,

"so I thought
I'd write it down.

"The whole night
was amazing,

"but sex changes
everything,

"and I think we should
take some time

before anything
happens again."

Where'd you find this?

On the floor.

Mr. Peterson's
class.

I don't recognize
the handwriting.

Did you see
who dropped it?

No.

Look, um,

did you finish
your drawing?

Did you turn it
in yet, or...

Whoa! Hey, hey.

Even my shameless nature
has its threshold.

It's one thing
posing naked

in the quiet
of your living room,

but--ahem--

here in the cafeteria is a--no.

Uh-uh.
Not a good idea.

Jack, don't worry.

This is strictly
for my professor's
eyes only.

D-Do you think
I could have it
after you're done?

I mean, you know,
as a keepsake.

What, so you
can remember

your 15 minutes
of fame as a male
model?

So I can remember
everything about
last night.

Andie:
Oh, what's this?

It's nothing.
It's just my
history quiz.

Oh, what'd you get?

Ha. Never you mind.

No, really,
what'd you get?

It's none
of your business.

What's wrong, pacey?

Nothing.

Is it a bad grade,

or is it me?

I mean, you're not
upset about last night,
are you?

No. Last night
was fine. Um--

look. I know that
things escalated

in our relationship
last night

and a lot was said
and done that--

Andie,

could we table this
for right now,
please?

It's just, you know,
I have to study.

I mean, you want me
studying, right?

Uh, yeah,
but more importantly,

I don't want you
turning into

some stereotypical guy

that just closes off
and shuts down

the minute
that a relationship
starts to progress.

I'm not shutting
down, ok?

I just, you know,

i'm--I'm really
behind, and, uh,

I have to study.

You can understand
that, right?

Yeah.

So--so then
that means that you're
ok with everything?

I'm completely fine.

Are--are you, ok?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I mean, I was just
more worried about you.

Don't be. I mean,
last night was...
Last night.

Today we have
a movie to make,

so, um,

you know, we're
still friends.

And...

Whatever other word
applies to what
we are.

Ok. Friends...

Or whatever.

This is it.

This is what I'll do
for Peterson.

Instead of deconstructing
some literary convention,

I'll solve my own
real-life mystery.

It's original,
it's creative,

it's so Abby Morgan.

And what's
the mystery?

Who wrote this letter?

Who had sex?

Yeah, but there's,
like, 20 people
in that class.

Could be anyone.

Wrong. Common sense
eliminates 90% of them.

Really, if you
think about it,

there's only 3
likely couples.

The most obvious
being pacey and Andie.

Pacey's sexually
experienced,
as we all know,

and Andie's fallen
head over heels
in love with him.

Insanity runs
in her family.

True.

Then there's Joey and Jack.

They share that whole
artistic vibe.

You know, progressive,
uninhibited,

experimental.

And Joey's got her
hot little angle.

Then there's
Dawson and Jen.

He's on the rebound,

and god knows
she likes to bounce.

What about you?

Do you like
to bounce?

Chris, your lines
land like bricks.

Look, I'm going to need
your help on this.

You're going to have
to document this thing,

on video.

Why?
Out of the goodness
of my heart?

Forget about it.

I'll let you touch me
in bad places.

Ok.

Hey.

Hey, Dawson.

Looks like
scary weather.

Yeah. I heard it's
supposed to rain

for the next
couple days.

So what you got there?

Oh, this? Drawing
for art class.

The naked man?

Yeah.

How'd it turn out?

Naked.

Can I see it?

Um, how's the movie
coming, Dawson?

Good.

We, um--still casting.

We can't seem to find
a leading lady.

Why is that?

Well, it--

it's difficult.

The part requires
a certain mixture

of spirited passion
with wide-eyed innocence

and unparalleled
external beauty.

Ha. So...

Well, it sounds like
you're looking

for a Julia Roberts, Dawson.

What I need is a you.

Dawson, is this
the movie about us?

It's a drama
in the vein of us.

Well,

I should read it,
don't you think?

I mean,

make sure it's
not a character
assassination.

Joey, I would
never write

anything hurtful
about you, ever.

I hope you know that.

Yeah.

Well...

Looks like I should probably
make a break for it.

Um, thanks for waiting out
the rain with me.

Anytime.
Ok.

So you read
Dawson's rewrite?

We have sex.

It's disgusting.

Yeah. So when do you
want to practice?

Chris,
I have a finger

I place in my mouth
for vomiting.

My point was that this
is the closest thing

we have to a clue
in our little
who-screwed-it.

Now I'm going
to need your help

with some necessary
questioning.

What, you're just
going to ask these
guys if they had sex?

No. You can't
ask them directly.

You just have
to shake the tree
a little bit.

See what falls out.

Hey,
you guys.

Watch.

Listen, I've been trying
to put together

a rehearsal schedule
for the film,

um, and so, I'm going
to need you
to fill these out

with your availabilities
for the next few weeks

and get them back to me
asap, all right?

So, Jen,

I just had
the pleasure

of reading
Dawson's rewrites,

and I noticed
some significant
alterations.

Namely,
one of the kinkiest
sex scenes

since Mickey Rourke
cracked open
the refrigerator

in 9 1/2 weeks.

All right, Abby,
before you go there--

no, I'm already
there, Jen.

You see, since
Dawson's movie

is mainly
autobiographical,

I was wondering if
some of my new scenes

were acted out
before they were
written.

It really doesn't
take too much to shift

your hypercreative mind
into overdrive, does it?

Oh, no, this
isn't just based
on assumption.

People do
hear things,

like about
the other night.

What about it?
You tell me.

Does Dawson leery
have any other
talents

besides filmmaking?

Abby, what happens
in my bedroom

is my business,
all right?

Ooh. The bedroom.

Is that where
the critical events
unfolded?

I didn't say that--

you didn't
refute it either.

Jen, it's written
all over

your postcoital
glowing face.

You finally wooed
the wonder-boy

into the dark side.

So, was it worth
all the pining?

All the feeling
that you weren't
good enough?

Yeah. It was.

My god,
you did it.

You got her
to break.

A sexual confession
from Jen lindley?
Please.

That's like Bill Gates

admitting that
he made $2.00 last year.

No. Our work
is far from over.

We still have to find out
whose handwriting

was on that letter.

What's this?

I know you
can read, pacey.

It's a petition.

For what?

A school
condom dispenser.

I'm collecting
signatures.

You're too much, Abby.

Teenagers
these days,

we're just
growing up so fast.

Sex is everywhere.

You know, like
with you and Andie.

Hey, tell me, Abby,
what would it take

to make you
a distant memory?

Look,
all I'm asking for
is a signature.

A little
John hancock
and I'll be gone.

The only thing
I support of yours
is your execution.

Careful, Jack,
some might take
that caustic edge

as a by-product
of serious sexual
repression.

Speaking of which,
have you had sex
with Joey?

You've got
to be kidding me.

And since so much
of your life

seems to be invested
in this role,

I just thought
I'd pick your
brain a little.

Shoot.

Well, the sex scene,
for instance,

clearly it's ripped
from life experience.

Your point?

Well, I just want to know
what it was like,

your first time.

I mean,
it's been so long

since my own first venture
in the jungles of love,

I just thought I'd ask
a newcomer.

Wait, you think
that I had sex
with Jen?

So you didn't
have sex with her?

Yes.
You did?

Yes. No. No.

Yes, I did not
have sex with Joey.

Look, go away.
You're demented.

Hey, I'm just
going by what I hear.

And who's the source
this time?

Well, if you and Jen
were the only two

in her room,

who do you think it is?

Sign it
for all womanhood.

Most girls don't have
the knowledge you have

when it comes
to protecting
themselves.

My knowledge?

You can play
the whole

demure ingenue
from Rhode Island

with another
audience,

because I know
everything.

You do?
Yeah.

Like about
the other night.

It's the property
of gossip
transference.

Pacey brags
to Dawson,

Dawson tells Jen,
Jen tells me,

I tell the world.

You know how it goes.

And the current
piece of gossip

revolves around
pacey and me?

Andie, I really
don't want to be
the one

imparting to you
that your boyfriend
says you're lacking.

It's not your fault

that all
his experience

is with
a 40-year-old
teacher.

What does he
expect from you?

It's
a good read.

Recently he did
some heavy-duty
revisions.

Put a little
nooky in...

Well, I don't want
to give away
the ending.

Chris, I should wait
until he asks.

I tell you what,

I'll just slip it
in your bag right here,

and, uh,

you make the call.

Whatever.

Oh, and, Joey...

Just, uh, remember
to keep it on the q.T.

Who do
I have to sleep with

to solve this
mystery?

Well, I can think
of one option.

Yeah, right.

Hmm.

Looks like
miss Potter

left something
behind.

And the plot
thickens.

Abby.

You should
really work

on making those greetings
more personable, Dawson.

Look, Abby,
I don't know
what you're up to,

but I'm not
in the mood.

That's not what I hear.

Really?

Well, I know what
you're implying,

and I'm telling you,
despite any and all
rumors,

Jen and I did not
have sex.

Ohh, that's too bad.

We're both fine
with it actually.

No, I meant for Joey.

She must be feeling
like crap right now.

I mean, here she went
and slept with Jack

and the only thing
protecting her

from the oodles of guilt
that one amasses

post such a critical event

was the slight chance
that you and Jen
bumped uglies.

I don't know
where you're going

with this
conversation,
but I'm ending it.

You know what?

You're right.

I should just
give you this
and go.

This means nothing.

Except the obvious.

Tell me,

has Joey ever
drawn you naked?

Out.

Jack McPhee
drawn naked.

Dawson leery drawn
out of the picture.

After all these years,
you weren't Joey's first,

and you're certainly
not going to be
her last,

so I guess
that makes you her...

Nothing.

Mr. Peterson on intercom:
The capeside high
annual book fair

is now commencing
in the cafeteria.

Expand your horizons

and read a book today,

because there's
more to life

than "must see TV."

Like we don't
have enough to read
for school.

They want us to start
reading for pleasure?

Don't you
look edible today.

Hands off.
I don't want to catch

any of your diseases.

So whodunit?

I'm beginning
to think
they all did.

We'll find out
soon enough.

The denouement
is rapidly approaching.

The denouement
is for revealing
answers, Abby.

You don't have any.

You underestimate me.

You heard Dawson.

The secret
to solving a mystery

is gauging
human behavior.

If I make them think
I know the answers,

the answers will be
forthcoming.

Make sure these get
into the right hands

and be discreet about it.

You know
who you are?

You're Nancy drew

from hell.

And don't you forget it.

Hey, McPhee,
you got a second?

I'm busy.

Yeah, I know,
but I need
to talk to you.

Oh, really?

Apparently you've been
doing enough talking

for both of us.

Excuse me?

You know,
it's interesting

that I get
the cold, shut-down,

non-verbal pacey,

but the rest
of capeside
gets a taste

of the return
of pacey witter,

underachieving
town lothario.

Ha ha.

Listen, I know you're
probably freaked out

about my weirdness
yesterday,

and that's actually
why I came in here

to talk to you,
but you're kind
of losing me

on everything else.

What have you been
saying to people
about us, pacey?

About us? Nothing.

Well, that's not
what Abby Morgan
says.

Come on, Andie.
Since when do you listen

to what Abby Morgan
has to say?

She knows.

About?

The other night.

Well,

Andie,
what's to know?

You and I shared

a wonderful
romantic evening.

And if you weren't
happy with me,

or with what happened
the other night,

then you should
make it clear

instead of spreading
all this sexual propaganda

all over school.

Are you kidding me?

The other night,
it was personal.

And the fact
that there's some
warped revisionist

version of it
wafting all over
the hallways

makes me think
that someone's
been talking.

And it makes me
really not want

to talk to you
right now.

Ok. If that's
what you think,

I guess we really
don't have anything
to talk about.

Hey.

So that's Dawson's
script, huh?

Yeah.

So, did you
read it yet?

I flipped through it.

So, what'd you think?

I thought it was
a one-sided view

of a story that
would be better
left untold.

I take it
that you don't like

the way
you're depicted.

That, and I'm just
wondering

what other elements
of the script

are autobiographical.

Well, maybe
you should talk

to the writer
about that.

Have you seen Joey?

She's
at the book fair.

Ok, well,
since you two

seem so close
these days,

you'll probably see her
before I will.

Does your animosity
have a point here,
Dawson,

or is this just
another opportunity

for you to harass me

over a decaying issue?

Just give her this for me.

Tell her I was...

Overwhelmed

by her talent.

So was I.

Hello.

Jack.

What are you
doing here?

I got this inscrutable
invitation

taped to my locker.

It says, "your presence
is requested

"in Mr. Peterson's room
at 7 P.M.

"I have something
very valuable

that may belong
to you."

Yeah, I got
the exact same
invitation.

Andie?

What are you
doing here?

Uh--

Hey.

I see you guys
all got the mysterious
summons, too.

So what's going down?

Is this some lame
practical joke, or what?

Yeah, that's what
I'd like to know.

You know,

I have this horrible feeling

I know exactly who's
behind all of this.

Who?

Tell me
what's going on?

Oh, look. All of my favorite
people gathered in one room,

and I forgot my camera.

Shoulda known.

Ohh! Oh, no, I didn't.

All right, Abby.

What sort of devious
scheme have you hatched
up this time, huh?

All good things come
to those who wait,

but you've never been very
good at postponing pleasure,
have you, Jen?

Why did you
bring us here, Abby?

To take part
in one of your
satanic rituals?

Actually,
my mystery project.

In my possession,
I have a letter,

a lost letter that
was written by one
of you in this room

to another one of you
in this room.

Stop me if you've
heard this before.

"I want to talk to you
about last night.

"It always comes out
wrong, so I thought
I'd write it down.

"The whole night
was amazing,

"but having sex
changes everything,

and I think we should
take some time before
anything happens again."

This is absurd.
I am so out of here.

Oh, come on, Joey.
Don't you want to
stick around

and see who the author
of this letter is?

Sex...

The world's
greatest mystery.

Philosophers, poets,
scientists over time

have tried to
rationalize it,

explain it, glorify it,
criminalize it--

can you spare us
the monologue?

Can you just get
to the point, Abby?

Who wrote the letter?

That's all you
care about, isn't it?

Fine.

When the letter was first
brought to my attention,

my gut instinct
said Dawson and Jen.

She's been trying to
seduce him for weeks.

And now with
all their late-night
working sessions

and him reliving his
puny affair with Joey
through his writing,

I thought maybe, in
the heat of the moment,

he needed
a Joey replacement.

But then I thought--
Dawson? No way.

He's saving himself
for Joey...Or old age,
whichever comes first.

And Jen? She has way
too many intimacy issues

to actually bump somebody
she cares about.

So my next guess
was Jack and Joey.

Joey's the liberated
woman these days,

and underneath

Jack's sensitive
little-boy-lost facade,

I have a feeling
there's a sex pig
just waiting to jump out.

Let me know when you're
ready to graduate
to a real woman.

Puh! You're sick
and so wrong.

Is she?

We've all seen the picture.

What?

You don't know what
you're talking
about, Dawson.

That picture
was for art class.

Huh. What
happened after the
modeling session?

What do you care?

Maybe I don't.
Here we go.

Get this, Chris.
Oh, that's right.

You're too busy
rewriting your script
to imitate life.

I know all
about you and Jen.

What do you care?

How sad.
Romantic destiny

fulfilled
with the wrong people.

Abby, you have it
all wrong.

Oh, so you didn't
have sex with Jen?

Well, answer
the question, Dawson.

I mean, tell the truth.

Ok, the truth is,
you slept with Jack.

Well, maybe I did.
Maybe I slept with Jen.

This is good.

You did, didn't you?
Did you?

Maybe.
Just try to tell
the truth, Joey.

No! You tell the truth.

I asked you
a question first!

I asked you a--

yes!

That's not the truth.

We did not
sleep together.

I couldn't
go through with it,
and neither could he.

It wasn't right,
and this pathetic
little display here

makes it all
the more obvious why.

We didn't either.

So your
little assumption,
Dawson, was wrong.

We couldn't
go through with it.

So this little movie life
that you're living, Dawson,
is not in danger.

Oh, then we only
have one couple left.

"Sex changes everything.

I think we should
take some time before
anything happens again."

So...

This only leaves Andie.

I didn't write that.

Of course you didn't.

I checked the handwriting.

It belongs to pacey.

You wrote that?

Well, did you, pacey?

Why?

Ok, so that's why you've
been so weird lately,

and why you've
been so cold.

What are you trying
to say, pacey?

So you sleep with me,
and you don't want me?

You disgust me.

That's not how it is.

Did you get that?

I don't know where you
come from, or just who
has the misfortune

of being responsible
for your existence,

but you are a lying,
manipulative,
and cruel person,

and the fact that you
are only 16 years old

makes me feel more sorry
for you than any of
the people in this room

whose lives you're
so intent on destroying.

You're pathetic.

And because
of her well-drawn,

recurring sleuths
and clever mysteries,
Agatha christie will reign

as the premier woman
mystery writer of the past,
present, and future.

Thank you.

Very good, Josephine.

Thanks.

Now...

Abigail.

You're up.

Is it possible,
miss Morgan,

that you're going to
surprise me with
your assignment?

Is it possible that
you finally decided

to do something good
for yourself

and apply
a little integrity
to your education?

I wouldn't want to
disappoint you, Mr. Peterson.

I didn't do it.

And integrity,
just for the record,

is a tired notion, last seen
in the late seventies.

Then I'm sure a lack
of integrity

will make it easier
to accept your "f."

Just for the record.

And who is next?

Ms. McPhee?

Thank you.

Whatever.

Hey.

What are you doin'?
School's over.
Go home.

Ahh, just, um, thinkin'.

Ahem.

About what?

That it's not that much fun
playin' second string.

I know what you mean,

don't worry.
You'll get used to it.

I have.

Uh...

Here.

Have a seat.

Ok.

So, um, what are you
gonna do about, um...

Dawson?

Well, I guess there's
really nothing I can do.

I mean, as much
as I love the guy,

he's just not there yet.

And I can take all
the jerks in the world

climbing in and out
of my bedroom window,

but when
Dawson leery does it,
it better be for me.

That is so cool
how you can just
unleash all that

onto somebody
you barely know.

Or just crazy.

No. I mean,
I wish that I could
be more open like that.

Why don't you
give it a shot?

Why didn't you
and Joey do it?

Ha!

I can't--

I can't, uh, I can't say.

Come on. You can think
of it as growth.

Come on. You've got
to tell me. Shoot.

Uh-uh. Heh heh heh.

Oh, come on. I just
spilled my guts to you.

Go for it.

All right, but you promise
not to say anything
to anyone?

I swear.

All right. 'Cause this,
you know, it's--

it's really embarrassing.

Ok.

All right.

Oh, you couldn't
get your--

shh!

You promised.

No. I know. I know.

So what happened?

I, uh, I can't--
I can't speak for Joey,

but I really wanted to
really badly...

And it just
wouldn't cooperate.

I couldn't even
take my clothes off,
I was so scared.

Maybe I have a problem.
I don't know.

No. Hey, it's ok.

All right, believe me.
I've been there.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Those...

Things just
never cooperate.

Ha ha ha.

Get out.

We're not done.

Oh, yes, we are.

Andie, I know that
my behavior of late

has been a little bit
confusing,

and I'm really sorry
for being so cold
and so distant,

but a lot of stuff
has been happening and...

Well, I mean, I don't even
really know where to start.

You can start by
getting out of the car.

Why don't I try starting
at the truth?

My history quiz.

I never told
you my grade.

Pacey...

You got a--

an "a."

I got an "a."

That's the first "a"
I've ever gotten
in my entire life,

and it kinda threw me
for a loop.

Why? You worked
so hard for it.

Because it
changes everything.

I mean, don't you see?

Everything's always been
so predictable for me,

but now, my whole life
course is changing,

and ever since you
and I had sex,

I felt anxious...

You know?

Wondering...

Should we have waited?
Should we have slowed down,

questioning
whether or not it was
the right thing to do,

wishing that I
had taken the high road,
and that's not me.

It used to be that
the only comforting part
about being pacey

was that I always knew
what to expect,

and now I don't have a clue,
and I'm terrified.

And that's why I was
pulling away from you.

It's ok to be
scared, pacey.

I mean, the world
is a scary, scary place.

Pacey, I don't want you
to be scared of me.

How can I not be, Andie?

You're the one
that's opening up
this whole life for me.

I'm just--
I'm afraid that--ahh...

What?

I am afraid
because you are the single
most important being

to ever grace my existence.

Andie, I...

I am falling hopelessly
in love with you.

Say something.

'Cause I did
just kinda cut it open
and lay it out for ya.

Yeah. Heh...

That was pretty scary.

That's it? That's all
you have to say?

No.

I'll say that...

I share your fear.

Yeah?

Your exact fear.

You and I cry sex until
we're blue in the face,

and then when it comes down
to actually doing it,

all we're left with
are a couple
of harmless kisses.

I mean,
the setting was right,
the timing was perfect,

but nothing happened.

Why?

I know why.

You do?

Yeah.
Same reason nothing
happened with me.

Dawson...

It's not about
the perfect setting,

and it's not about
the perfect timing.

Um...

It's about
the perfect person.

Hey.

Why did you want me
to think that you slept
with Jack?

I don't know.

I guess the same reason
you wanted me to think
you slept with Jen.

That's not an answer.

Well, that's
the only answer you're
gonna get, I guess.

I'm glad you didn't.

I'm glad
you didn't either.

Joey, I miss you.

I miss you, too.

I don't know if we can
recapture 15 years
of what we had,

but I would certainly
be willing to accept
any small fraction

you want to send my way.

Well, maybe we--

we can start slowly.

Ok. Yeah.

Ok.

Ok.

Ahh.

Well, it doesn't look
like this rain is gonna
let up any time soon, so...

What do you say
we make a run for it?

Uh-uh.

I say we walk.

Come on.

Ah...whoo!

So, what did you really
think of my script?

Want the whole, honest,
bitter, cynical truth?

Yeah.

Well, I had no idea
I was so mysterious.

You are definitely
a mystery.

I like the way
you see me.