Episode Report Card Sars: D | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Guess Who's Coming To Dinner
By Sars | Season 3 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.23.1999
Then we cut to a "the touch, the feel of cotton" ad, in which we see, among other things, a smithy hammering metal. On an anvil. Coincidence? I think not.
Pacey rolls up to The Ryan Home on his bike just as Andie "Single White" McPhee and "Hit The Road" Jack McPhee come through the gate. Jack wishes Pacey a happy Thanksgiving. Pacey awkwardly wishes Andie a happy Thanksgiving in turn, and from her position hanging back behind her brother, she says, "You too, Pacey." Jack looks back and forth between them; he has a new haircut, and he looks mighty fetching. Shifty-eyed silence for a moment. Pacey wonders what happened to the spending-the-afternoon-with-dad plan. Jack remarks acerbically that Angry McPhee (tm Kisle) got stuck in Chicago, adding, "Any other dad would find a plane, train, automobile, anything to see his kids, but not Joseph McPhee," and Andie stalks over to the picnic table with her foil-wrapped dish and snarks at Jack, "You know what, Jack, I'm sure he did everything he could to get here." More shifty-eyed silence. Pacey asks what Andie brought. Andie: "Apple pie." Jack adds that she made it herself. Pacey says it looks amazing. Jack and Pacey share some non-witty non-repartee about canned cranberry sauce; Andie looks uncomfortable. Pacey asks her, "So how you been, Andie?" How about asking Jack that question, since nobody's laid eyes on him in about a month?
Anyway, Andie shrugs elaborately and says she's fine, "why do you ask?" Pacey comments that they haven't "touched base" in a while, and he wanted to "check in, see how you're doin'." Andie tees Pacey up high and hits him long, wondering why guys always want "to be the nice, polite friend after the break-up" and reminding him that he made a decision, "so at least have the strength to believe in your convictions." Well, I have the strength to believe in a conviction of my own, i.e., to wit, and viz. that Andie slept with another guy and then manipulated Pacey into sleeping with her after they'd broken up in order to get him back, therefore rendering herself totally undeserving of the wronged-woman position she has since adopted, and she needs to lose the 'tude pronto. To my distinct annoyance, Pacey says that Andie is "absolutely right" and announces his intention to leave. Jack rolls his eyes. Andie protests that, since they came at the last minute, she should leave. Jack rolls his eyes again. More back-and-forth in this vein before Jack gets to his feet, tells them both that neither of them is going anywhere, reminds them that Grams has generously agreed to "play host to this group of misfits," and says that if they can't get forget their history for a couple of hours and enjoy Thanksgiving with their friends, "you should be home eating a TV dinner under a bare bulb, 'kay? So get over yourselves already. God." Heh! Go, Jack. Jack stomps off. Andie smiles weakly. I resolve to marry Jack, gay or not.