The Flash tinkers with a model of something or other. Dawson galumphs down the stairs attired in a J.Crew outfit about three sizes too large and announces his imminent departure. The Flash asks what Dawson thinks of all the waitresses wearing scuba gear. Huh? Dawson’s opinion: "Completely impractical."

Dawson goes on to describe The Flash’s aquatic theme restaurant as "getting worse on a daily basis." The Flash ignores this and tells Dawson to move out of the way of the TV; Gail’s newscast has just come on and, The Flash leers, "Watching her work is the best foreplay." With dialogue like this, who needs syrup of ipecac? Dawson agrees and makes to leave, but when The Flash warns him to "play safe," Dawson has a hissy about "the sex" and how "that’s all anybody ever thinks about anymore," and he doesn’t see "the big deal," and I can see a twelve-year-old freaking out in this prudish manner, but not a fifteen-year-old, and certainly not a fifteen-year-old boy. The Flash points out that "sex is a very big part of who we are as human beings," and Dawson retorts, "Does that mean we have to go hump the coffee table?" Then Dawson actually asks why, "if sex is so important," Spielberg has never had a sex scene in one of his movies, and says that Spielberg keeps sex in its proper place in film, "as should we in life." The Flash, instead of sending Dawson to his room until he turns forty, doesn’t dignify his tirade with a response. Dawson hears the doorbell and bolts, leaving The Flash to gaze upon Gail with lust in his eye.