(The gang continues to walk down the hall, dispersing into different
directions to their next class. Joey passes Dawson in the hall proving to
be an awkward moment.)
D: Hey Joey.
Joey: Hey Dawson. (She smiles uncomfortably.)
(An uncomfortable pause.)
D: Ah, so Jo. How are you?
Joey: Well, you know.good. I mean between working on a zillion assignments which are all due on the same day and getting the B & B up and running, I've been good. What about you Dawson?
D: Well actually, I'm working on a new project.
Joey: Really?
D: Yeah. I'm actually really looking forward to it.
Joey: It's not going to be another autobiographical story is it?
D: Story?
Joey: Yeah, you know like Creek Days?
D: Oh, no. It's not a movie.
Joey: (Confused.) Not a movie?
D: (Embarrassed.) No, actually, um, I feel really stupid, but um, I think Pacey's managed to convince me to start on a self project. A new and improved Dawson Leery.
Joey: A new and improved Dawson Leery?
D: (laughs uncomfortably sensing a hint Joey's disapproval.) Yeah, well, you know. It'll help me put a lot of things into perspective.
Joey: (Smiles.) Well, that's great Dawson. Good luck.
D: Thank you.
Joey: Anyway Dawson, I have to go. I'll see you round.
D: Oh ok. Bye.
(Dawson watches Joey as she races down the hall to her next class.)
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[Dawson's bedroom-Pacey is lying on Dawson's bed, throwing up a tennis ball and catching it again, obviously bored. Dawson is sitting at his desk on his computer researching for a paper.]
P: You know, these movie nights of yours are beginning to lose their luster. I mean, didn't we watch the exact same film last night?
D: I promise you can pick out any video in the new release section, as soon as I finish this paper for English lit. (Sighs.)
P: (Notices Dawson's sigh and sits up.) What's bothering you hombre?
D: It's just..this paper. I don't understand why Stella finds Stanley so appealing.
P: Hold on a minute. If I recall correctly, wasn't it you Dawson Leery who praised the brutish quality, the masculine flare of our friend Stanley here.
(Shot of the TV-A Streetcar named Desire, showing Stanley tossing his plate and cutlery off the table. Pacey glances at Dawson questioningly.)
D: Yeah. I praised his brutish quality and masculine flare. Not his over powering, domineering, control hungry manner. Why would any woman want to be controlled so forcefully, the way Stella is?
P: You've got it all wrong Dawson. Stella doesn't 'want' to be controlled. It's exactly the same as the femme fatal we come across these days.
D: You know, for being within an inch of failing the tenth grade, you're not bad at this.
P: (Flinches as if he deconstructs films for a living.) You see, Stella's love for Stanley is based on need, the need to belong, the need to feel loved. Not to forget the censorship of the 1950's. I mean, a woman leaving a man? Not gonna happen dude.
D: Censorship hey? (Types notes on his computer.)
P: Yeah, speaking of which, guess who's the group leader of a censorship in the society group assignment?
D: Um, I dunno. You?
P: (laughs sarcastically, which then turns into laughing whinges.) Who wants to be out on the streets of Capeside, out of school hours may I remind you, doing social experiments, using the people of Capeside as our lab rats?
D: Let me guess? You're going to have to actually hand in this assignment?
P: I know man. I mean, to deny myself an academic future, I can live with that, but when my educational failure actually has the potential to jeopardize everyone elses..I couldn't do it to them.
D: You know what? This really inspires me. If Pacey Witter can put aside his ideas of mischief and actually think about studying, then there's a good chance that this whole 'new Dawson Leery' theory can come to fruition.
P: Amen sister! (Pacey jumps up and waves his arms about like a gospel singer.) D: So..what do I do now?
P: No Dawson, the question is what wouldn't you do now?
D: Huh?
P: What you need to do Dawson, is to think about everything you wouldn't do, and do it.
D: I'm starting to feel a sense of overwhelming 'oh oh'.
P: It's you and me dude. Tomorrow night, first in the line for the new releases. Then a night out on the town, score ourselves some hotties.
D: (Unsure, but showing a slight excitement at the thought of the new prospects.) Um, ok.
P: Phew, good. You know, all this talk about studying and theories has left me famished. I think this calls for two of Mitch's ice cold beers. What do you say Dawson?
D: Just a soda for me thanks.
(Pacey smiles and shakes his head, as he heads out of Dawson's room.)
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D: Hey Joey.
Joey: Hey Dawson. (She smiles uncomfortably.)
(An uncomfortable pause.)
D: Ah, so Jo. How are you?
Joey: Well, you know.good. I mean between working on a zillion assignments which are all due on the same day and getting the B & B up and running, I've been good. What about you Dawson?
D: Well actually, I'm working on a new project.
Joey: Really?
D: Yeah. I'm actually really looking forward to it.
Joey: It's not going to be another autobiographical story is it?
D: Story?
Joey: Yeah, you know like Creek Days?
D: Oh, no. It's not a movie.
Joey: (Confused.) Not a movie?
D: (Embarrassed.) No, actually, um, I feel really stupid, but um, I think Pacey's managed to convince me to start on a self project. A new and improved Dawson Leery.
Joey: A new and improved Dawson Leery?
D: (laughs uncomfortably sensing a hint Joey's disapproval.) Yeah, well, you know. It'll help me put a lot of things into perspective.
Joey: (Smiles.) Well, that's great Dawson. Good luck.
D: Thank you.
Joey: Anyway Dawson, I have to go. I'll see you round.
D: Oh ok. Bye.
(Dawson watches Joey as she races down the hall to her next class.)
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[Dawson's bedroom-Pacey is lying on Dawson's bed, throwing up a tennis ball and catching it again, obviously bored. Dawson is sitting at his desk on his computer researching for a paper.]
P: You know, these movie nights of yours are beginning to lose their luster. I mean, didn't we watch the exact same film last night?
D: I promise you can pick out any video in the new release section, as soon as I finish this paper for English lit. (Sighs.)
P: (Notices Dawson's sigh and sits up.) What's bothering you hombre?
D: It's just..this paper. I don't understand why Stella finds Stanley so appealing.
P: Hold on a minute. If I recall correctly, wasn't it you Dawson Leery who praised the brutish quality, the masculine flare of our friend Stanley here.
(Shot of the TV-A Streetcar named Desire, showing Stanley tossing his plate and cutlery off the table. Pacey glances at Dawson questioningly.)
D: Yeah. I praised his brutish quality and masculine flare. Not his over powering, domineering, control hungry manner. Why would any woman want to be controlled so forcefully, the way Stella is?
P: You've got it all wrong Dawson. Stella doesn't 'want' to be controlled. It's exactly the same as the femme fatal we come across these days.
D: You know, for being within an inch of failing the tenth grade, you're not bad at this.
P: (Flinches as if he deconstructs films for a living.) You see, Stella's love for Stanley is based on need, the need to belong, the need to feel loved. Not to forget the censorship of the 1950's. I mean, a woman leaving a man? Not gonna happen dude.
D: Censorship hey? (Types notes on his computer.)
P: Yeah, speaking of which, guess who's the group leader of a censorship in the society group assignment?
D: Um, I dunno. You?
P: (laughs sarcastically, which then turns into laughing whinges.) Who wants to be out on the streets of Capeside, out of school hours may I remind you, doing social experiments, using the people of Capeside as our lab rats?
D: Let me guess? You're going to have to actually hand in this assignment?
P: I know man. I mean, to deny myself an academic future, I can live with that, but when my educational failure actually has the potential to jeopardize everyone elses..I couldn't do it to them.
D: You know what? This really inspires me. If Pacey Witter can put aside his ideas of mischief and actually think about studying, then there's a good chance that this whole 'new Dawson Leery' theory can come to fruition.
P: Amen sister! (Pacey jumps up and waves his arms about like a gospel singer.) D: So..what do I do now?
P: No Dawson, the question is what wouldn't you do now?
D: Huh?
P: What you need to do Dawson, is to think about everything you wouldn't do, and do it.
D: I'm starting to feel a sense of overwhelming 'oh oh'.
P: It's you and me dude. Tomorrow night, first in the line for the new releases. Then a night out on the town, score ourselves some hotties.
D: (Unsure, but showing a slight excitement at the thought of the new prospects.) Um, ok.
P: Phew, good. You know, all this talk about studying and theories has left me famished. I think this calls for two of Mitch's ice cold beers. What do you say Dawson?
D: Just a soda for me thanks.
(Pacey smiles and shakes his head, as he heads out of Dawson's room.)
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