Episode Report Card Jessica: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT High Anxiety
By Jessica | Season 5 | Episode 6 | Aired on 11.13.2001
Twue Wuv: II. The Morning After. Dawson's sleeping out on the deck in a sweater and jeans, covered only by a thin blanket. Now, I'm not real familiar with East Coast weather patterns, but from what my sources tell me, it's way too cold in Boston in November to sleep outside, in a sweater, on the water. Especially, I would imagine, if you fell asleep drunk. Maybe Pacey is trying to kill Dawson off by letting him "accidentally" freeze to death. Speaking of Pacey, he's hovering over Dawson with a glass of cloudy liquid. "Rise and shine," he says. Dawson sleepily peels open his eyelids. "Come on, drink up," Pacey says, gesturing with the glass. Dawson slowly sits up, and asks what's in the glass. Pacey tells him it's "sauerkraut juice, honey, and a splash of Tabasco." Dawson makes a face, and Pacey promises that the guys at the restaurant swear by it as a cure for hangovers. My own personal cure for hangovers is a large Diet Coke and a Breakfast Jack from Jack in the Box. Just enough caffeine to kill your headache, and enough grease to coat your stomach without making you vomit. And then three Advils and a glass of water. Make a note of it. Dawson groans. "Please tell me how my head feels is no reflection on how I acted," he moans. "How your head feels is no reflection on how you acted," Pacey parrots. Dawson grimaces. "You're not a very good liar," he says. Pacey shrugs and tells Dawson that he "had a lot of stuff bottled up inside. Combine that what a couple, twelve beers, it's bound to happen." Dawson shakes his head slowly. "I'm afraid I said something really terrible to Joey," he says. Pacey frowns. "Yeah, be afraid. Be very afraid," Pacey tells him. "You put on quite a show last night. If it's any consolation to you I think Joey's going to forgive you a lot sooner than you forgive yourself." Dawson looks pained. Pacey hands him the glass. "It will make you feel better," he promises. Dawson sniffs the concoction tentatively and wrinkles his nose.
Worthington College, Where Six Figures Can Buy You Both An Education And Years Of Nagging From Your Mom. This scene between Audrey and her mother is so nauseating on so many levels. It's all blah I love you blah blah I miss you blah blah hurt blah blah I say some of the things I say to you out of love blah blah blah blah. "You know what was missing from that speech?" Audrey asks. All the verbs? Oh, that's just my version. "An apology to me. Let's just not do this anymore, okay?" she asks, as The Piano Music Of Estranged Daughters tinkles in the background. "Let's just…let's just try to be good to each other," Audrey offers. "And I know I might be a spoiled brat, but, quite frankly, I'm the only one you've got. And you might be a raging psychotic, but you're my raging psychotic. You know what I mean?" Sue-Ellen nods, tearfully. "I'm sorry, Audrey," she says. The music swells. "Me, too," Audrey sniffs. They hug. God, Busy Philipps almost pulled that scene off. "Take care, honey," Sue-Ellen tells her daughter. "You, too, bunny," Audrey says. She watches her mother go, swallows her tears, and goes back into her room. Joey Potter: bringing mothers and daughters together. And why? Because she knows the value of the mother/daughter bond. Because her mother is dead! Dead! Dead as doornail! Joey's a motherless child!