[about Jen] Oh god, she's perfect.
Perfect? Dawson, you disappoint me.
Well, I grant you that the girl has certain physical attributes but nothing so original or mysterious to warrant perfection.
I mean, a face like that leaves nothing to the imagination. The well-maintained good looks of an upper-middle class New Yorker. There's no mystery there. I can see her entire future in that pose.
Yeah. In three years her above-average SAT scores will grant her admission into a small liberal arts college somewhere in New England where she'll major in...art history before returning to Manhattan to marry a bond trader she meets some Saturday afternoon at America's cup watching party. Within a year they move to suburban Connecticut, refurbish an old farm house, and raise three neurotically perfect children.
You've put quite a bit of thought into this.
Not really. It's just so obvious.
Well, to be honest, I think I prefer to let Jen surprise me, okay?
Suit yourself. I'm just trying to save you some time.
Well, if you can stand the shock, I actually came to see you. I need some advice.
And in what field do you consider me an expert in?
You know, I'm sort of busy here with these receipts and locking up. Maybe we could do this another time.
I told him I wasn't a virgin.
It's just that he seemed so disappointed in me, which of course made me angry and now I don't know where we are.
Well, let me tell you about Dawson. Granted he's articulate for his age but he's not exactly mature. He's the classic only child. He pouts when things don't go his way and he only sees things in black and white. Anything else confuses him.
And when it comes to women...there are popes who have had more experience. I mean the guy was a shrimp until last summer. To say his sex life is limited is the understatement of the decade. It's barren. A desert. I don't envy what you have to deal with, believe me.
You're not trying to scare me off, are you?
No. I'm just trying to say that every guy that grows up to be one of the good ones...he was probably a dweeb with girls when he was 15, too.
Same as you. I'd get hurt, mad, confused, ask people for advice, maybe the wrong people, and then I'd wait.
For him to grow up, come around, everything.
And how long does that take?
Don't go by me. I'd probably be stupid enough to wait forever.
Hanging out with all your friends?
Yep. That's why you weren't invited.
Phasers on stun, I come in peace. You're going to screw it up, you know?
Jen. She came and talked to me. I told her sit tight, he'll be back...
Thanks. Appreciate it, Joey.
I explained to her that it's just displaced anger and you're just mad at your mom and dad.
I'm mad at the world, Joey. I'm a teenager.
