I've called several times the past few weeks and you've skillfully avoided every call.
No, that's not true. I've left messages on your machine.
Yes, messages. And then if I happened to pick up, you'd hang up. Or if the maid picked up, you'd ask for me, then claim you were driving through a tunnel so you might get cut off, and then you'd make garbling noises and hang up.
My Thanksgiving is turning into a Wes Craven movie.
I called shelters to volunteer to serve food. It’s Thanksgiving – you’d think they have needs. Nope. Every stupid soup kitchen in town turned me down because they have enough volunteers.
I’m on a couple waiting lists, but it doesn’t look good.
I’ve never heard of too many volunteers.
Who are all these jackasses who volunteered anyway? They can’t all be students like me. They’re not all putting it on a college application. I get something out of it and these other people don’t get a thing. Talk about selfish.
[Jess carries the trash bag down the street, and he finds Dean standing on the sidewalk.]
That’s funny, you usually have something to say.
Guess I’m all talked out.
What’s the matter, Jess? Why you walking away?
It’s getting a little West Side Story here, Dean, and I gotta warn you, my dancing skills are not up to snuff.
But now’s your chance, there’s no one else around.
Come on, make one of your Boy Scout references, or a good Farmer John joke. I got my Doose’s Market apron with me: you want me to put it on, give you a little inspiration? I don’t get it, what happened, you suddenly like me now?
Oh yeah, I was just about to invite you campin'.
Good, okay, now we’re gettin' somewhere.
I’m not gonna fight you, Dean.
‘Cause if I fight you, Rory’s gonna think it’s my fault, so just forget it, okay? Just forget it. Go home. Let it rest.
So Rory’s got a nice little hold on you now, huh?
Geez. [Dean gets right in front of his face.] Don’t do that.
It feels like I’m with Rory and you’re not.
You know, when all this happened with you and me and Rory, I figured I’d just stay out of everyone’s way, that that would be easiest. But now, I’m looking at you and I’m thinking, I’m gonna run from him? The Glad man? This is my town, I’m not hiding. And I don’t have be remotely calm around you anymore, and I like that feeling. I like it a lot. Happy Thanksgiving, Jess.