Episode Report Card Sars: D+ | 2 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Boyfriend
By Sars | Season 1 | Episode 8 | Aired on 03.09.1998
Credits. Cat proceeding tail-first through meat grinder.
Oh, kill me now. Fade up in the kitchen of the No-Fault Hacienda. Gale "Poof Troop" Leery asks, "So -- big meeting with the investors this morning?" as Mitch "The Flash" Leery, clad in a suit that his biceps threaten to burst out of, butters a piece of toast and says, "Uh huh -- you’re interviewing the police commissioner, right?" and Gale says, "At ten," and nervously tells The Flash how great he looks, and he very sincerely says, "So do you." "Thanks," she says, and he says, "You are welcome," and then they make a big point of nearly colliding in front of the butcher block, so I guess they don’t want to get too close to each other or whatever.
Gale reminds The Flash, "Dr. Keenan’s at three," apparently referring to their marriage counselor, and The Flash says, "Right," and Gale says eagerly, "He says we’re making progress," and The Flash lifts his coffee mug as if to toast that statement and says, "Yep, he does," and Dawson walks down the hall above them, and they both invite him to have breakfast and "take a load off," and they ask him a little too enthusiastically about school, so I guess they can’t stand to be alone together either, but Dawson says he doesn’t have time, and as he turns away from the stairwell, he looks grim and his nostrils ripple. Once Dawson has left, Gale and The Flash look at each other and laugh The Kids-What-Can-You-Do Laugh, and Gale sits down and repeats, "So -- big, uh, meeting with the investors this morning?" and The Flash stares at her and says, "Same one as two-and-a-half minutes ago," and Gale smiles tightly and nods, and The Flash rolls his eyes.
Waterfront. Pacey "Supercuts" Witter grouses to the grimy old fisherman on the bench next to him, "You know, this town is the absolute embodiment of dull -- apart from the occasional sex scandal provided by yours truly, nothing happens here." Pacey gets up, predicting that one day the town will shut down from "lack of interest," and the fisherman nods politely and eats a danish, and Pacey steps into the crosswalk and nearly gets hit by a red convertible. "Hey, watch it, man!" Pacey hollers, and the car screeches to a stop and squeals in reverse back to where Pacey stands on the curb, and the driver -- a.k.a. Jen’s New York boyfriend -- leans out and says, "Listen, uh, maybe you can help me out," and Pacey wants to know, "With what, driving lessons?" and the driver, who looks about thirty, ducks his head and says, "No, but that’s -- that’s really cute. I’m looking for the high school." Pacey asks, "Capeside High?" and the driver nods and asks, "Are you gonna help me out, or I gotta ask Captain Ahab over there?" Like, ha ha. Not. Pacey leans in to give directions, and then says he can navigate if the guy gives him a ride, and the guy says sarcastically, "And ride with such a reckless driver? Come on -- does that sound smart to you?" and peels out, nearly running over Pacey’s foot in the process. What an accurate portrayal of the average rude New Yorker. Well, except for the "accurate" part.