Dawson's Creek (1998–2003): Season 3, Episode 5 - Indian Summer - full transcript

Luke, I am your father.

Pacey...

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

Dawson, this is gonna go down...

...as one of the most
abysmal movie nights ever.

-Care to elaborate?
-Well, look around you, my friend.

Two happening young guys
in the prime of our lives...

...can't find anything to do
but sit in a sweatbox...

...in the middle of an armpit-staining
lndian summer and watch old movies.

Correct me if l'm wrong, but didn't we
used to have really cute girlfriends?

That was a long time ago, Pace,
in a galaxy far, far away.

God.

l can't wrap my head
around this film noir stuff...

...which is making it difficult
to churn out a paper on it.

Of course you can't
wrap your head around it.

-Excuse me?
-What we're watching...

...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.

Could we just reschedule
this verbal joust?

lt's too hot for spiky repartee.

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.

Okay, Johnny Antihero,
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.

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?

Most of us are just big, dumb guys
happy to sell our souls...

...for the slimmest chance
of getting some.

-Can l quote you on that?
-Oh, yeah. Witter, two T's.

Fun time's over.
All this rapid-fire deconstruction...

...is making me weary, Leery.

l think l shall retire
to cooler climes...

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

Good night, Pacey.

Capeside police.

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

Hi, Dawson.

Okay, explanation.

Thanks to your nosy neighbour
antics out there, Dawson...

...l fell down and went boom.
Kiss and make better?

Eve, l just called the police.
They're gonna be here any minute.

Okay, l'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.

There was a breaking,
an entering and 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't we just, like,
make out or something?

Let me kiss all your queries away.

Tell me your version
or l tell the police mine.

Fine.

Do what your big,
bleeding heart wants, Dawson.

But here's a filthy four-letter word
for you, and don't you dare blush:

PSAT, baby.

Don't you remember
where you were...

...when the cataclysmic
PSAT scandal of '99 went down?

-l for sure do.
-ls that some sort of threat?

l remind you, you're the one
that actually stole the test.

May l 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,
l'd get quite the perverse thrill...

...out of making things profoundly
uncomfortable for you...

...and the rest of the Sweet Valley High
extras you call your friends.

Doug, hi.

My sincerest apologies.

l thought l saw something next door,
but it was actually just Jen...

...sneaking in the window
so as not to disturb Grams.

You sure about that, Dawson?

Yeah. Yeah, just....

Okay, then.

l saw this article
in this magazine once...

...where they put this thing up in the sky
so that kids studying astronomy...

...could track something during
the night, and l think that is it right--

Or maybe that's it.

What, you expect me to believe...

...there's some sort of giant disco ball
orbiting the Earth?

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

Maybe we should
think about getting out of here.

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

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

lt's perfect.

Yeah, lying in the grass
on a hot lndian-summer night...

...with your gay best friend.
That's your definition of perfect?

A girl could do a lot worse.

Come on, Jen,
l know you too well.

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

...you'd rather be stargazing with.

Okay, you got me.

-Matt Damon.
-Yeah, right.

What, you don't approve?
All right, l'll go with Ben Affleck, then.

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

-Well?
-No comment.

Besides, l was talking more about
the realm of the, say, possible?

Henry, for instance?

The freshman?

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

You gotta admit, that's kind of sweet.

Jack, Jack, Jack,
my naive little pet...

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

They'll run over you like a Mack truck.

Well, Henry's harmless.
Besides, he worships you.

He's a teenage boy.
He'd worship anything in a Wonderbra.

Besides...

...l'm already sleeping with the
best-looking guy on the football team.

And best friends
are nothing to sneeze at.

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

l 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.

No!

Get the shoes! Get the shoes!

Get the shoes!

Not so tough now, are you,
homecoming queen?

Look at you.
You just said that this wasn't perfect.

Come on, Potter, take a break.
Hydrate yourself.

-No, thanks, l'm fine.
-l insist.

lt would look very bad for the Logans
if you got heat stroke and died on them.

lt's nice to know you care.

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

ls this gonna offend
your delicate sensibilities?

l'll probably swoon with excitement...

...but seeing as though l need this job
to support my sister and nephew...

...l will just choose
to look the other way.

So, Potter, what do you say?
You and me and the movies tonight?

Oh, joy. ls this the part of our workday
where you get inappropriate?

-That depends on what your answer is.
-My answer is...

...ask me again in two years
when l am legal.

Watch, some other lucky lady's
gonna take me up on this offer...

...and you're gonna be green with envy.

l think l can live with that possibility.

Stop it! Stop!

-lt's just water.
-Stop it. Stop it!

What, are all teenage girls
as uptight as you?

No, just the ones with half a brain.

-You say she was a very close friend?
-Very close, yes.

And yet you don't know
where she lives?

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

l'm not here for the titillation.

l'm looking for a girl l go to school with.
She worked here.

-What's the name?
-Whitman. Eve Whitman.

She's a tall, leggy blond...

...genetically engineered
to corrupt the male species.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

-Somebody's playing with you.
-What do you mean?

-Kid, how old are you, 1 6?
-Yeah.

lf you're 1 6,
that means you're underage.

lf you're underage, you'd never
be permitted in my establishment.

lf you're going to school with one
of my girls, she'd be underage too.

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

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.

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

lt's gotta violate a thousand
child endangerment laws.

Yeah, yeah.
Talk to the hand.

Listen, if 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.

-This is ridiculous.
-lt's not that easy.

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

Look at her.
She's, like, this perfect thing.

lf you think she looks good in that,
you should see her in a towel.

Boys, do l have good news.
The ice cream man, right outside.

-You want a lick?
-No, thanks.

Henry?

No?

Okay, suit yourself.
l'll see you later?

-Later.
-Bye, Henry.

You see?
You see what happens to me?

Why l can't ask her out?

She gets within 3 feet of me
and it's like my hard drive crashes.

l go preverbal.

Probably, if l asked her out,
l'd hurl all over her...

...like that kid in South Park.

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

You mean like
you could get her to ask me out?

l'm so down with that feminist stuff.

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

What if your first date was, like...?

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, l was wondering
if l could pose a hypothetical.

Pose away.

l'm working on a screenplay.

A film noir piece
with a cop protagonist.

Could l pick your brain for the story?

How can l help?

Well, l could use some help
with procedure, actually.

l'm stuck on the part where the hero
is trying to find the femme fatale...

...who's all but disappeared
at this point.

How would a law enforcement
professional like yourself...

...find someone
who doesn't wanna be found?

That's a good question, Dawson.

Now, part of police work
is knowing who your enemy is.

So let me ask you this:

Who is this girl?

She's kind of a lost soul.

She comes off like
sort of a wild child...

...but she's really sweet and vulnerable
underneath all the posturing.

-Laundromat.
-Come again?

-Laundromat.
-A laundromat.

Really?

Yeah, you know, you see, Dawson,
in a small town such as Capeside...

...everybody, except for those with
questionable hygiene sensibilities...

...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.

Doesn't it bother you?

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

Let me give you a little life lesson
from the Witter vault.

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, know
their dialogue, hit their marks...

...occasionally steal
a scene or two...

...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 l'm wrong, Dawson...

...but didn't she try to go
where no girl has gone before?

Synopsise 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?
-Okay, simmer down, Dawson.

This girl is giving you a meltdown.

Here's what l propose:

We take a trip down to the video store.
You want 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 gave you
the laundromat speech, didn't he?

Yeah.

Hi. Can l help you?

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...

...l prefer Sheriff Dad's dissertation
on how to pin a tail on the suspect.

Watch and learn, my friend.

Miss? A little service here, please?

-Very funny.
-l'm serious.

l got my father's Sea Ray cruiser there.

Could you fill it up for me?
l don't wanna get gas all over myself.

l'm on a date here.

So l smell.

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.

Better dresser, though.

Not so uptight
about showing off a little skin.

l'm gonna get so lucky tonight.

Don't tell me you found
a high-school girl...

...so riddled with insecurities
she'd actually fall...

...for your minor-league
Humbert Humbert impersonations.

Hey, Joey!

lsn't this great?

l was at the country club today
with my dad, and l ran into Rob.

-l 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 l were friends?

Oh, l 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, we're just going to the movies.
lt's too hot to do anything else.

Well, almost anything else.

That wasn't a sexual overture,
was it?

Not in front of the K-l-D.

-l'm all finished here.
-Great.

Here you go, Potter.
Buy yourself something pretty.

Save it for bail money.

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

Bye, Joey!

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?

You okay?

Gulp once for yes,
twice for no.

Once. Good, okay.

-What's on your hand?
-Nothing.

-Jen?
-Yeah.

You....

You're awesome.

You look awesome.
You smell awesome.

Everything about you is awesome.

l just--
l wanted you to know that.

Good to know.

So, what are you doing here?

Hanging out, you know?

The same thing you are,
just hanging out.

Actually, l'm just waiting for Jack.

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

...because he had
these other plans...

...important plans,
so he sent me instead.

Okay, l think l know
where this is going.

Continue.

-That's-- That's it.
-Out with it, Henry.

Well, l guess he thought
if you were here...

...and l were here and we were both....

-Here.
-Here, together...

...then it would be like a date,
you know, like our first date.

Henry, l know you're new at this,
being all of, l don't know, what, 1 4?

-Fifteen.
-Okay, 1 5.

Dating is a consensual activity...

...that usually involves
some sort of prearrangement.

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

And the plot thickens, my friend.

Where're you going?

What, are you daft, man?
l'm going after her.

That girl is in dire need of following.

You follow her.
l'm gonna check out that boat.

Sure, now you're thinking, butch.

Hands up!
You're under arrest.

Dawson Leery.
Why am l not surprised?

Let me guess,
research for your screenplay.

No, a friend of mine lives here.

This friend wouldn't be your
mysterious femme fatale, would she?

No.

Nothing as lurid as that, l'm afraid.
Just a friend.

Funny. Never figured you for the type
to be pals with octogenarians.

Come again?

That boat on which you were
a trespasser...

...belongs to
a Mr. and Mrs. Paul Stepmuck.

Sweet little couple,
somewhere in their late 80s.

-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.

l clambered aboard the wrong boat.

Maybe you did clamber wrong.

Or maybe your friend is
the one we've been looking for.

-What do you mean?
-Couple weeks ago...

...somebody stole a speedboat
and took it for a little joy ride.

A speedboat, really?

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you, Dawson?

No.

l mean, why would l?

Look, Dawson...

...l know that you're a good kid...

...but something is going on with you.

All of a sudden,
you're the boy who cried 91 1 ...

...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:

ls there something you have
to tell me, Dawson?

Deputy Doug in the house!

Oh, l should've known.

Wherever there's smoke,
there's my imbecilic little brother.

Doug, if l've told you once,
l've told you a million times...

...despite his dapper,
Gap-clad appearance...

...my friend Dawson does not play
for your team, okay?

Find another date
to the policeman's ball.

Little brother...

...your obsession with my sexuality
is just plain weird.

Look, do l have to talk to Dad again?

Doug...

...it may not be today,
it may not be tomorrow...

...it might not be the day after that,
but one of these days...

...you're gonna open your mailbox...

...and that Adv ocate cover story
will be yours.

The copy's gonna read:

''Good Cop, Gay Cop:
The Dougie Witter Story.''

And l'm telling you, Doug,
we are gonna be so proud of you.

Really, truly.

l am not gay!

Now, both of you, off this dock now!

l mean it.

-So?
-She's squirrelly, that one.

Lost me like that.

Oh, my God, Joey!
What are you doing here?

lt doesn't matter.
lsn't this amazing?

Me on a date with Rob Logan,
Senator Logan's son.

His parents are loaded. Not that
that matters, but it doesn't hurt.

And he's so cute.

Slow down, Andie, okay?

Rob Logan is not a nice guy.

Since l started working for him...

...my life has become
one gigantic leer-fest.

He's a creep to an exponential degree.

Okay, 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 l was changing my clothes.

Why are you trying to ruin this for me?

Look, l'm not trying to ruin anything.

l just thought you should know
what kind of a guy Rob Logan really is.

Joey, guys is hardly
your area of expertise.

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

l'm sorry, but it's true.

You're not exactly sophisticated
when it comes to dealing with guys.

Get a grip, okay?
lt's not about me.

Yeah, it is, Joey. l 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.

And going out with a nimrod like
Rob Logan is a recipe for recovery?

lf you think this little escapade
will help you get over Pacey--

Joey, l'm moving on with my life.

Somehow,
l thought you of all people...

...would understand that
and be happy for me.

l guess l was wrong.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

l was getting worried. You missed
the previews and the dancing candy.

Sorry, long line.

This is gonna be great.

Excuse me.

Coming through.
Pardon me.

Sorry.

Joey, what are you doing?

These are great seats.

Regular or diet?
l couldn't remember, so l got both.

No, get out of here, now.

Andie, in the light of the day, you
can psychoanalyse me all you want...

...but l am not leaving you alone
with this guy.

What the hell is going on here, Potter?

Do you like nachos?
Personally, l find them to be...

...one of the more disgusting
innovations in movie food.

l mean, all this congealed stuff.
lt's not even...

...cheese, you know.
lt's kind of cheese food.

Here. Try them.

l'm sorry. l didn't know.

This is comic gold, this stuff.

Goober?

There's ice cream in the freezer.

Oh, yeah.

Since football, l've been eating
you out of house and home.

No problem.

l wish l felt more like l was earning
my keep around here.

But you are. You are making
my granddaughter happy.

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

Oh, Jennifer,
you scared me half to death.

l'm sorry, Grams. Getting surprised
really sucks, doesn't it, Jack?

-Jennifer--
-This is between Jack and l.

So how does it work?
Do you take cash, credit card?

ls it just Henry, or do l have
to service the entire football team?

Calm down. You're overreacting.

Which one of you is going to tell me
what's going on here?

l just thought l'd do a favour
for a friend, so l set them up.

-l thought it would be romantic.
-About as romantic as a carjacking.

He's just a kid, all right?
He's a nice kid and he likes you.

Yeah, real nice. He stares at me like l'm
a pornographic fantasy come to life.

-He's infatuated with you.
-Well, l'm not infatuated with him.

l told you a thousand times,
and you didn't listen.

-You took his side.
-l didn't take anybody's side. l just--

Wanted to get
your little football buddy lucky.

Well, sorry.

What the hell are you doing
in my room?

-l want my picture back.
-And l want some answers.

Fine, Dawson,
what would you like to know?

l'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.

Why you live in a yacht
that's not yours.

l wanna know
once and for all who you are.

You have every right to ask
those questions, Dawson...

-...and the answers are forthcoming.
-l'm sick of being toyed with.

Since you slam-danced your way into
my life, l wrecked my father's boat--

That was worth every penny,
and you know it.

lt's been one disaster after another.

l turn a dork into a stud
in a matter of weeks...

...and this is my thank-you note?

Where's the love?

Eve, the '' l'm so hip and amoral''
routine is really old.

-ls that what you think l 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.

l never was a student.

The yacht...

...not mine.

l was just sort of squatting.

And that girl is my mother,
Dawson...

...whom l've never met...

...whom l'm trying to find.

And that picture is my only clue.

Talk. l'll listen.

Okay, let's see, where to begin?

How about last Christmas, as l was
rummaging around in the attic...

...looking for some wrapping paper?

l found the photo in question...

...of the girl that bears me
an uncanny resemblance.

What did you do?

l 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,
l had no angst whatsoever.

lt's only after that it kind of
crept up on me that l had...

...this oestrogen-charged urge to seek
out the missing pieces of the puzzle.

Which brings you to Capeside why?

All l know about my mother...

...is that she lived somewhere in this
part of the country, near the ocean.

l've been travelling up and down the
Eastern Seaboard, asking questions...

-...hoping to get lucky.
-And have you?

Depends on what you mean.

No, Dawson, l haven't found her.

Not yet, anyway, and not here.

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

...and so ends another instalment
in my melodrama.

lt's more Movie of the Week
than film noir.

-With an edge.
-With a lot of edge.

Oh, l don't know.

Eve, call me gullible...

...but this time l actually believe you.

Thanks, Dawson.

You're a hugely sweet boy...

...and you're right, l played with you.

l do that, l guess.

l move into a new town and
chances are l'm not staying forever...

...so l 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, l 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.

l hope l haven't done anything
irredeemable.

l'd like to think you'll remember me
once in a while and smile.

Well, the ride in my father's boat...

...will always elicit
a giddy grin or three.

See, there you go.

Maybe l'll even get a footnote
in the unauthorized biography.

You just might warrant
a whole chapter.

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

Take care, Eve.

Should l just fall on my sword now
or wait until the battle's over?

What do l care?
Either way, you're a dead man.

Look...

...this whole Henry thing...

...you got it all wrong, okay?

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

l'm serious.

l 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, l mean, don't you want more?
-No.

Not from us.

Jack...

...l've had lovers,
l've had boyfriends...

...but what l'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
if l didn't want to sleep with him.

Who liked me...

...for me.

Unless you've recently decided
to be bisexual.

l think that you setting me up was
a lot more about you than it was me.

Come on, give me a break.

l do not have a secret crush
on Henry Parker.

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

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

Well, maybe l am.

This isn't exactly New York...

...where gay kids are tripping over
each other coming out of the closet.

This is Capeside.
Gay population is one.

lt's me. l'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.

l know it is.

You just....

You have to have faith...

...that sometimes things happen
when they're least expected.

See what l mean?

-Hey.
-Hey.

Stud-puppy's not here yet.

You must have kept him out
pretty late last night.

Okay, nothing happened.

And not that you deserve
an explanation...

...but after the movie,
he walked me to my door...

...and was a perfect gentleman.

Yeah, he's a prince, all right.
Prince of Darkness.

Hey, Rob.

Slacking off on the job again, Potter?

You know, Joey and l, just girl talk.

Yeah, l know.
So last night, quite a threesome.

Only, next time,
l wanna be in the middle.

lt was an unexpected pleasure, though.
l assumed you were working.

Don't we stay open till 8 on Fridays?

Nobody ever comes in after 7,
you know that, Rob.

Just answer the question, Potter.

Yeah, we usually stay open
until 8 on Fridays.

You're fired.

-What?
-You heard me. l'm in charge.

lt's unacceptable for an employee
to close early without my permission.

And that's really
why you're firing me.

Spare me the adolescent
mini-drama, Potter.

You're fired because
you closed early. End of story.

Joey-- She can explain.

l mean, this is all just
a really big misunderstanding.

Don't bother, Andie.

Nice working with you, 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.

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?

Oh, that's our Lord, Jesus Christ...

...as interpreted by one of
our gifted Sunday school students.

l meant the one below it.

That's my daughter, Helen.

She can't have been
more than 1 8 there.

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

So that's Jen's mom?

l have only one daughter,
Dawson Leery.