Dawson
I'm really glad we've already bypassed the end of the evening "Will she kiss me?" drama. So, um, it should pretty much me smooth sailing from here on out.
Yeah, but now you have to endure the agony of "Well, I've already kissed her so should we just check into a motel and go at it like porn stars?" anxiety.
Dawson
I, um, I think I can handle that.
Good because I know a good motel.
Do you want to know why I didn't go to France? 'Cause I wanted to so badly. I mean, in France I could have started over, you know. I wouldn't be Joey the waitress, or Joey the daughter of a convict, or Joey half of the "will they/won't they" couple of the century. I didn't go to France because it just seemed like the easy way out, you know? The easiest escape from my life, which in spite of a few highlights is pretty pathetic. But I didn't want to take that easy way out, Dawson. It just seemed like sticking around here would only make me stronger. Then there was you too. Dawson Leery, who finally got a clue. But I have to tell you Dawson, as complicated our friendship was, it doesn't even compare to how complicated whatever you and I have here is bound to be.
Dawson
Really? What you and I have may never be simple...but that doesn't mean that we're not going to be scorching. Besides, who's to say that you can't have some of France right here in Capeside, hum? Here we are along the river Seine, a tour of the il de la city, the favorite spot of lovers and friends. And from here we also have a view of the magnificent structure that we simplists here in Capeside like to call....ze swingset. Granted, It's no Eiffel Tower, but it's all we got. But don't forget about the other francophile opportunities in town. French fries.
Dawson
French doors.
[They kiss]
French kiss. The second kiss, the rational one. The one that requires thought.
So what? I mean at least she didn't tell you that the sight of you gives her dry heaves or that you're a self-centered, self-absorbed, selfish...
Dawson
Yeah, but she obviously has opinions about me that she hasn't been honest about. She said I was a..a talentless dreamer with no cinematic future.
Okay, no offense, Dawson, but I don't think anybody cares.
Dawson
I care. And Pacey I could honestly use some advice here.
Oh, you want some advice? How about this? Your life is not that interesting.
Dawson
What?
You know I am so sick and tired of hearing about you and Joey's boring little mini dramas I'm going to start tearing out my fingernails for relief. Get over yourself, Dawson! Deal.
Dawson
[notices her drawing of a naked man] I see you've graduated from fruit bowls.
We're doing life-sketching...nude models...so..we're supposed to see the human form, a mass of lines and shadows.
Dawson
Really?
Dawson
And he does poses for you?
Dawson
Don't you find that uncomfortable? Just sitting in a room with some guy completely in the buff right in front of you?
Dawson
Does he like talk or anything?
Oh, yeah. He sings, tells jokes, does a little softshoe. No, he doesn't talk, Dawson. He's a model. He sits there. He just takes breaks every now and then.
Dawson
And Little Joey Potter doesn't blush?
Dawson
Not even a little?
Dawson
[raises eyebrows] Just a little?
[Smiles, embarrassed] Okay, I've broken 12 pencils.
[Dawson laughs]
But it's getting better. You'd be surprised, I'm changing. I'm not Little Joey Potter anymore.
Dawson
No, you're certainly not.
[Pacey has just won a first place trophy for catching a large blue marlin fish]
Well, be proud of yourself. Enjoy this moment. A loser like you probably won't have many more like it.
[John Witter walks off as Pacey angrily sits and Dawson walks over having heard everything]
Do you have any idea how many times I set myself for that line, over and over and over again? I just can't stop myself from just trying to get one qualified, "good job, son", out of that bastard. He must be right. I really must be a simpleton.
Dawson
I know it's not the same, but there are other people in your life who recognize and respect your talent and intelligence. One of them is standing right in front of you. The other one is probably sitting in her bedroom having a perky coronary in anticipation from your return from sea.
Dawson
[Singing the Blues] My name is Dawson Leery.
I'm feeling kind of weary.
Today is my birthday.
It all looks a little bleery.
The girl that I cared for,
Left me and ran away,
Straight into the arms of,
a guy that turned out to be gay!
I got the blues!
Yeah. Today I woke up feeling like I was born to lose.
Yeah I got the blues.
Somedays you're born to lose!
Here's my friend Andie, and she's going to sing you a song because she's got the blues.
[singing] My name is Andie.
And my brother's the one that's gay.
My other brother died.
And my daddy ran away!
But I'm still Andie.
And my boyfriend makes me randy.
His name is Pacey,
And my mom's gone completely crazy!
Yeah, I've got the blues!
Dawson
[singing] Oh, I've been restless, hopeless and confused.
This girl that I told you about;
she's been on the move.
She's at my surprise party where everyone I know is right now.
And when I show up late they're all gonna have a cow!
Yeah I got the blues.
I swear sometimes we were born to lose!
No, brother man, we got the blues!
DADawson & Andie
We got the blues!
Sometimes you, you were born to lose.
Ohhh yeah!
Dawson
God, I am so lonely. I'm 16 years old and I'm so hopelessly lonely.
Is that why you got drunk?
Dawson
Yeah...Jo, why did you break up with me and run straight to Jack?
Because he wasn't you. Look, it was never about looking for something better, Dawson. It was about looking for someone who wasn't so close to me. Where I could tell where I ended and he began. I mean, our lives have always been so intertwined that in many ways I feel like you partially invented me, Dawson. And that scares me so much. I need to find out if I can be a whole person without you. I need to find out if I can be a whole person....alone.
Dawson
Well, do it quickly, okay? Because....God, I love you.