Episode Report Card Sars: D | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Psychic Friends
By Sars | Season 2 | Episode 17 | Aired on 03.09.1999
Over at the Kutesy Krafts booth, Grams thanks Jen for helping her out, even though Jen must have better things to do. Sadly, Jen says, she really doesn't. Grams asks, "Are you sure you can't work things out with that nice young man Ty?" Jen says that won't happen: "It looks like we're both destined to face the future as single women, Grams." As Jen folds a quilt, she spots an older gentleman giving Grams the eye, and she points this out to Grams, who of course is having none of it. But the man comes over and says all smitten, "Evelyn Ryan? It's me, Whit. Whit Hubley." (Not, of course, to be confused with Whip Hubley of Russkies fame.) Grams's jaw drops and she whispers, "Lord in heavens, I thought you were dead." Jen mutters, "Great pick-up line." Heh. Grams keeps staring at Whit as he says, "It must be -- what, thirty years," and Grams says, "Has it been that long?" and Sars says, "Probably not, since you allegedly live in a small town on the Cape and should have run into this guy long before now, but whatever." Sars also gets the feeling that something went on between those two back in the day, but has nothing to substantiate that. Whit invites Grams to dinner, ostensibly to "catch up on old times," but Grams says no, she couldn't, and Whit says she knows where to find him if she changes her mind. As Whit walks back to his booth, Grams looks at Jen and says, "What?" Jen says that Whit is "very sexy." Um, ew. Then Jen says Whit "was having impure thoughts about" Grams, and Grams splutters and tells Jen to "stop it, stop it right now," and Jen smiles mischievously.
Cut to Art Booth II: Electric Bugaloo, where Joey looks very nonchalantly at photographs and gathers her courage before walking up to Colin. She compliments Colin's work as "remarkable" and introduces herself, and he invites her for a hot chocolate, and they go off together, and Joey turns around and shoots Jack a "she shoots, she scores" look, and Jack smiles back encouragingly. Whatever.
Over at the...cinema...or whatever...Dawson admires the labels on film canisters: "That's incredible, you've got Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Harry Langdon -- where did you get these?" Miss Kennedy, while writing a label: "I had them sent down from the Boston archives. You are a true film buff, aren't you?" Memo to the writers: knowing about Buster Keaton does not a film buff make, so if you must indulge in flagrant efforts to bolster Dawson's obscurity cred, you'll need to shoot a little higher. Dawson, pleased at the so-called compliment: "I'm obsessed, actually. Nobody's really understood my tunnel vision. It used to really bother me but now I just -- I don't care. Nothing else matters." Miss Kennedy can relate since she gets "pretty obsessive about" her writing, and she thinks it shows in her work and probably Dawson's too. "Obsessive" seems like a weird word to use in relation to writing, particularly when you do it for a living, but I write for a living, so what do I know? Anyway. Dawson stammers out a request for her to watch his film, and she says she thought he'd never ask. Dawson smiles, sensing validation on the horizon. Sucker.