Episode Report Card Sars: F | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Baby blues
By Sars | Season 4 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.24.2001
Anyway, Gretchen is taken aback, and as her eyes fill with pity, Joey makes an obnoxious "there -- happy now?" gesture with her head. Gretchen does a backpedaling job worthy of Lance Armstrong, apologizing and saying she had no idea, but Joey stonewalls her, and when Gretchen asks if Joey has "confirmed" that she's pregnant, Joey cuts her off, snarling that she really just needs to talk to her boyfriend, so can Gretchen get him on the phone or what? No, but as soon as they come back, or call, Gretchen will have Pacey call Joey. Joey thanks her, grudgingly. Gretchen tries to get Joey to take a pregnancy test so that she can "consider [her] options," but Joey frowns and princesses off, saying, "I'm fine! I can handle this." Gretchen calls after her that, if she changes her mind, she should come by "any time" and talk, but Joey ignores her and jumps into the pickup, biting her lip.
No, I really don't want a sneak peek at the WB's FaceTime. Thanks anyway.
Oh, lord. Expectant Estates. Gale waddles out the front door with a sandwich tray to greet Jen "Dark City" Lindley and "Thank God It's" Grams Ryan. Blah blah blah no gifts blah blah blah yarn and knitting needles blah blah blah "my kitchen's calling" blah blah blah set-to-pop-here-honey-cakes. Gale rushes back inside to get the phone, and Dawson comes out, and Jen asks why Gale isn't on the couch with her feet up. "Because I don't lift a finger around here, uh duh," Dawson smirks. No, he doesn't. He does say that Gale's on a cleaning-and-cooking whirlwind. "The nesting instinct," Grams smiles. More like "the trying to bring on labor instinct," I imagine -- I didn't deign to show up until three weeks past my due date, and my mother spent most of March 1973 moving furniture and running up and down the stairs in an effort to create a hostile environment in the womb, and my dad would come home from work and find my mother at the back door all, "Hi, honey -- I'm so glad you're home. Now PUNCH ME IN THE STOMACH, yes you can, do it now, DO IT YOU OWE ME THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT," and then my brother came two weeks late, and he made Ma wait through one of the hottest Augusts in New Jersey history, and I'd wander into the kitchen for a Popsicle and find my mom covered with sweat, pointing a corkscrew at her giant abdomen and snarling, "I mean it, you little brat -- get out of there now or I'm COMING IN AFTER YOU," so I don't think a spotless house is what's on Gale's mind here, but aaaanyway, there's more dumb chit-chat about those kooky pregnant ladies and their keee-razy behavior, and Jen and Grams go inside.