Episode Report Card Jessica: B+ | 3 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Castaways
By Jessica | Season 6 | Episode 15 | Aired on 02.11.2003
Finally, Pacey emerges from behind the camcorder. His tie is too short, not even hitting his belt. Why, Pacey, why? "I know what I want," she tells him, smiling.
"Shouldn't we be getting you out of those clothes?" he asks, following her through the K-Mart. "Later," Joey retorts shortly. "Shouldn't you be telling me…" his voice trails off. "Later," Joey repeats. She leads him right to the shaving cream aisle! Thank God! I am so excited about the death of the goatee! I've been praying for this day! The animal sacrifices were not in vain! Joey hands him a razor. "You're kidding, right?" he asks. She's not. Pacey yelps that he's supposed to be doing something that will help her, not hurt him. "Believe me, if I don't have to look at that thing on your face anymore, I will consider myself helped," Joey snarks, speaking for all America. She presses the razor into his hand. "You are really going to make me do this?" Pacey asks, as a drumbeat begins in the background. They circle each other. "After all we've been through together?" he continues. Joey just smiles and nods. "So this is what it comes down to? Okay," he finally says. She grins. "I'm not going down without a fight," he tells her, and races away from her. Joey laughs, and chases after him. "You're only delaying the inevitable," she yells after him.
Pacey eludes her and sneaks off into the bra aisle.
As for Joey, she's walking through the automotive section. "You're only making it worse for yourself," she calls. "When I catch you, who knows what other body parts I'll require you to shave?"
Pacey tiptoes quietly though the food section.
Joey runs into a hubcap display, and they fly everywhere, very loudly. "Ow!" she yells. She's totally not hurt, by the way. "I think I ran into an auto display case or something," she yells. In the food department, Pacey looks skeptical. "Oh, help me, I think I'm bleeding!" Joey calls. " Aisle 3B. Bring Band-Aids!" Pacey waits for a bit, then, with a sigh, heads off to the Band-Aid aisle.
Eventually, Pacey arrives, bandages in hand, to find…nothing. Joey leaps out from behind an endcap, brandishing an open can of shaving cream. "I wouldn't make any sudden movements if I were you," she says. Pacey groans. "Move it," she directs, smiling. "Uh-huh. Back it up."
And…into the bathroom. Joey emerges from a stall in her pajamas. Pacey looks at his goatee in the mirror, and asks her if there's anything he can say to change her mind. Joey slides onto the counter next to him. "Pacey, it's a beard. It'll grow back," she says. "Not that it should. What's the big deal, anyway?" she asks. Pacey likens not shaving to the way the baseball players don't change their socks during a winning streak. "And you see yourself as being on a winning streak?" Joey asks, thoughtfully. "Yes," Pacey tells her. "Caused by that thing on your face?" she asks. Pacey nods and just slaps a bunch of shaving cream right on top of his beard. Dude, you're going to need to trim that way down before you can shave it off. K-Mart has trimmers! Joey rolls her eyes. "Fine. I give up," she pouts. "You give up? You're giving up that easily?" Pacey asks. Joey shrugs that she didn't know it meant that much to him. "I wouldn't want you to lose the Triple Crown or whatever. I just wanted to see your face again. Is that a crime?" she asks. If wanting to see Pacey clean-shaven is a crime, than three-fourths of our boards ought to be in jail. "No," Pacey admits. The tinkly music of The Great True Love of Joey and Pacey Revisited starts up in the background. Oh, Pacey, please shave. Do it for me. Eventually, Joey slides off the counter, and Pacey asks again if she's really giving up that easily. "Yeah. But you're going to have to change your socks," she says. He grins at her.
Later, they've set up shop in the games aisle to play Battleship. "I said, 'B3,'" Pacey says. Joey pouts. "Okay, fine. You sunk my battleship," she says. "I officially suck at this game." Pacey shrugs. He's wearing a Boston Bruins sweatshirt, which is a nice touch. "Well, we can't all be master strategists, can we?" he asks. Joey grins. "Can I ask you a question?" she asks, after a silent moment. "Are you happy?" Pacey furrows his brow. "Me?" he asks. Joey nods, and asks she wants to know if he's really happy. "Not superficial, 'we all have our health' happy." "Why, are you?" Pacey asks. Joey thinks about it, and finally tells him that, yeah, she really is. Pacey smiles, like he's genuinely glad to hear it. Joey muses that it's weird, because there's really nothing all that great happening in her life right now. I hear that. "I guess I feel different," she says, explaining that she used to feel like change could only be for the worse, and now she realizes that isn't always the case. Pacey listens carefully. "Whatever's waiting out there for me might not be all that bad," Joey tells him. "And even if it is, the not knowing about it is probably the good part." Pacey nods. He's making his Sensitive Boyfriend Face. "I don't know," Joey laughs. Pacey nods again and muses that she seems to be saying that she "really likes that guy." Joey raises her brows. "That guy?" she repeats. "Yeah. That [Oliver] guy." Joey looks down at the Battleship board and shrugs. "Yeah. I did," she says. "But the past, as they say, is the past." They stare at each other for a moment, before Joey reminds Pacey that he never answered her question. "I don't really have to," he says. "How could I not be happy? You've seen my car, right?" He grins. Joey twists her mouth up and tells him that she wants a real answer. Pacey considers this and tells her that he has everything he could possibly want. Except one thing…