Episode Report Card Wing Chun: D | 1 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT Reunited
By Wing Chun | Season 2 | Episode 20 | Aired on 05.11.1999
I'd really like to say some shit about the KFC/Pizza Hut/Taco Bell ad cryptically touting their tie-in Phantom Menace merchandise. Unfortunately, words fail me.
Jen takes wood to the fireplace and asks Mrs. Flash what kind of hope she holds out for a Flash reunion. Mrs. Flash says she'd be lying if she said she didn't think about it every day. Jen asks if she's tried to get him back. Mrs. Flash says she's made "a few pathetic attempts here and there," but that it's pointless: "You can't connive or entice love; by definition, it has to find its way to you." Jen asks if she's going to take the job in Philadelphia. Mrs. Flash says she's waiting for a sign. Jen says, "Smoke!" Mrs. Flash says, "I think that sign's a little extreme." Jen says no, she smells smoke. The smoke detector goes off, since Mrs. Flash has burned the pot roast. D'oh!
Back at Entre Nous, Leery père et fils and their dates are all crowded around a table, with Dawson fortuitously wedged in beside La Filmette. The Flash comments that they're lucky the restaurant was able to fit them all in (after screwing up their reservations) on a night when they're so full. "I'll say. Lucky," Dawson agrees without much conviction, as a waiter squeezes past him and nudges his chair. Everyone looks uncomfortable. The Flash tells Dawson that he and La Filmette were just discussing Dawson's summer plans. La Filmette volunteers: "Yes, your father mentioned the possibility of you [sic] interning in Hollywood. You know, I have plenty of contacts there. I'm sure I could set you up with a summer job at an agency or a production company." She beams at him magnanimously. Dawson tightly replies, "Isn't that the city you said would, and I quote, 'eat me for breakfast?" Hey, yeah, that's right -- "breakfast"! That was funny! Joey whips around to see the Flash's reaction, but he just looks at his plate. La Filmette huffs, "Look, I'm sorry if I was hasty in my analysis." Dawson says, "Apology not accepted." Joey's head whips back just as quickly and she glares at Dawson. The Flash says, "Dawson, you don't mean that." Dawson says, "Yes I do. I spent months working on the film that you gave two seconds of thought to before annihilating, after which you proceeded to steer me away from the business as much as possible. But now that you're dating my father, all of a sudden I'm worthy of an internship in Los Angeles?" Instead of answering, "Pretty much," La Filmette says, "You asked me to be truthful, Dawson. Now, I may not be a fan of your work, but I am certainly a fan of your enthusiasm. I mean, there are plenty of other opportunities in the film business, not just creatively speaking." Dawson spreads it on thick: "Ahhhh, so I'm not creative enough." La Filmette spits, "No, you're misunderstanding me." "I don't think I am," Dawson snaps. Joey and the Flash both look as if they'd like to crawl under the table. A waiter asks if they're ready to order. The Flash starts to say they are, but Joey tells them to go ahead and grabs Dawson. At the bar, she asks if this is his idea of a romantic evening. Dawson flips his mood switch to "indignant": "Joey, that woman trashed my movie, came thisclose to crushing every single one of my career hopes, and now she's stealing my father. What am I supposed to do, just talk about the weather?" Asked and answered, your honour! Joey, that's your cue to run before the gravitational pull of Dawson's ego sucks you in too far for you to get out. Instead, Joey says, "Dawson, I know. I realize this. But by letting her get the better of you, you're putting a petty little battle before us and our night. It's pathetic!" Dawson apologizes, without much conviction. Joey she starts to go back to the table when he stops her by putting a hand to her face and says, "For the sake of our evening, I'll rise above it," as if he's doing her a favour, then kisses her. She seems placated, then looks at the door and says, "Oh no." Oh yes, Jen and Mrs. Flash have just strutted in, clad in all their semi-slutty finery. "French restaurant or French farce?" Dawson asks, as if he knew what a French farce was.
Andie and Pacey lie on their stomachs on her bed, watching TV. Andie looks distracted; Pacey looks morose. Andie says she's going to go get a drink.