Episode Report Card Jessica: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Hotel New Hampshire
By Jessica | Season 5 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.27.2001
Pacey. She Who Shall Not Be Recapped. Dinner? Couldn't possibly. Not a date! "It's an opportunity to compare and contrast. A free trial run of a life without heartache," Pacey tells This Person. She can't! Oh, but she can. In fact, Pacey promises to "leave all the kinky underwear at home." Completely platonic? "A friendly outing on the town, nothing more." You Know Who gives into The Power Of Pacey and agrees to accompany him out on the town.
Dawson at the Psychiatrist's: A Drama in One Act. Blah blah "let me take off my glasses, so as to appear more sensitive and caring," blah blah "my voice cracks and breaks more often than a fourteen-year-old boy's," blah blah "go to the film festival, take Jen with you, and get laid."
WXYZ. Jen's at the controls, dedicating a song to "everyone suffering the pain of a break-up." She cues up a little Liz Phair. "Trust me," she says, "better things will come." And that better thing is Dawson? Ew, did I just make an ejaculation joke about the Head? Damn, I did it again! Kill me now. Jen's rocking out to the music when Charlie's Other Girlfriend, Nora, knocks on the window. Jen waves her in and tells her that Charlie's not around. Although, she admits, it wouldn't matter to her if he were. "I think time has really done its healing thing," Jen says. Nora wishes she were that strong. Charlie's latest ploy to win them back has almost been working on her, she says. Jen furrows her brow. "His whole 'I've changed' pitch," Nora clarifies. "All his corny love letters?" Jen looks stricken. "I don't know which love letters you mean," she says. "Hasn't he been sending you letters?" Nora asks, looking around for some salt to season the foot she's found in her mouth. "No," Jen says, looking upset, but covering it fairly well. Nora yelps, but Jen assures her that she's just fine. Fine!
Cut to an Anonymous Boston Coffee Shop, With Lots Of Overstuffed Sofas And Purple Armchairs, Which Will One Day Be Transformed Into A Starbucks. Jen's hugging her knees and sobbing to Dawson. "I want corny love letters!" she wails. Sniffling, she asks Dawson why Charlie picked Nora to continue to torture with his boyish good looks and irritating habit of unfaithfulness. "Is there something wrong with me?" Dawson assures her that there is nothing whatsoever wrong with her. Jen snurfles that she thought Charlie was "cheating on equal ground," but, really, she was just "the floozy." Dawson cracks up. "The floozy?" Jen wrinkles her face up and wails anew. "That's what I am!" she cries. Then she worries aloud that Dawson shouldn't be consoling her; it's supposed to be the other way around. Dawson shakes his head and tells her "it's the least" he can do. Jen wipes her nose and complains that Boston is "the last place" she wants to be. "The thought of running into either of them makes me want to puke," she says. Dawson makes a thoughtful face and asks her if she feels like getting out of Boston for the weekend. "I'm game," Jen says. "Where do you want to go?" Dawson suggests Aruba. Not really -- Hooksett, New Hampshire. But you knew that.