Episode Report Card Sars: F | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Baby blues
By Sars | Season 4 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.24.2001
Fade back to Joey saying that she stayed up all night trying to think of a name, but she couldn't come up with anything, so instead she's giving Gale something that she believes "embodies everything that a name should," something that used to belong to Dawson; maybe the little Leery will want to wear it someday. Joey adds that "it's getting harder to tell what's right anymore," so she hopes that's okay. It's Dawson's dork-ass teardrop necklace, which he gave to Joey last season. Well, at least the writers remembered that it existed, but still -- bleccch. Gale thanks her very sincerely, saying she's touched, and then thanks all of the guests for giving her "so much to think about," and Jen jokes that at least Gale won't have to deliver the baby in the middle of a hurricane, and Grams laughs, "Uh, let's hope not." Dude, what's with all the references to past seasons? I mean, what next -- an Eve mention? We get it. God. Maybe it's because, as Gustave pointed out, Mercury is in retrograde. Bessie says it can't compare to what she saw her own mother go through. "Well, Lillian was an amazing woman," Gale says, and...hold on, that's the phone.
Sars: Hello? Hel-loooo?
Contrivance: Ish Sharsh thehhh?
Sars: Whuh -- who? Who is this?
Contrivance: It'sh Contrivansh. Ya gotta, ya gotta come out! We're, uh...yeah. So are ya comin' out t'meet ush?
Sars: Oh, Jesus. How much have you had to drink?
Contrivance: Dunno, few beersh, few shotsh...you know there'sh thish drink called a lemon...lemon...lemon somethin', and it tastes really good, you barely even know there'sh alco -- [hic!] -- alcohol innit. You...you know?
Sars: Oh, Jesus. Look, get in a cab and come --
Contrivance: Nawwww, you get inna caaaab! C'maaahhhn! Come out wif ush! Come out!
Sars: Look, I think you should --
Contrivance: Awwww, c'maahhhn. C'mout! C'mout! [to the bar] Hey, ever'buddy, less get Sharsh to c'mon down here, 'kay? Ever'buddy yell "Sars" reeeeeally loud now, 'kay?
Sars: I'm not --
Everyone in the bar: Sars! Sars! Sars! Sars! Sars!
Contrivance: YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH! Okay, I gotta go pee so wull shee ya right -- [Click.]