Witterschloss. Gretchen packs. As she comes out the back door with a box, she comes up on Dawson, who says all panicked that he thought she didn't leave until the next day. She's not; she's just "pre-packing" the car. What's up? Dawson takes the box from her, puts it down, takes a deep breath, and says with his jaw set all manly-style, "I wanna go with you." Gretchen, incredulously but not unhappily, makes "whuh?" noises and asks why. Dawson says that if Gretchen leaves now, he'll always wonder: "What if there were no pending college departures, what if there were no job offers in Boston, what if there was no Joey, what if it was just you and me, on the open road, with nothing but our hearts to guide us, would we have worked." Gretchen is smiling, but speechless, and Dawson says that if she doesn't belong there anymore, that's fine, and then he kicks it promo-style: "Let's get outta here, and just -- see what happens." Gretchen grins happily, but comes to her senses and says it's crazy; he "can't just pick up and leave." Give him one good reason. Well, graduation. Dawson makes fun of having to listen to people talk for three hours (not a bad point), the goofy cap and gown (ditto -- but let me just throw in a quick sidebar here. Girls? Don't pin the cap to the back of your head. It doesn't save your hairdo, and it looks really…well, for lack of a better word, it looks really Jersey. Put it on your head straight; it's one day out of your life. Okay, I feel better now), blah dee blah, and says that "that experience is not rich enough for [him]." Yeah. Best of luck selling your parents on that, Dawson, because they who pay for college call the tune, and the name of the tune is "Put Up With The Picture-Taking And The Kissy-Kissy With Your Crazy Aunts, Ingrate," so start dancing, and also, Gretchen didn't invite you to come with her in the second place, so shut up.
No joy -- Dawson babbles on some more about regretting not having the guts to go with her for the rest of his life. Oh, god. Please shut up, Dawson. More "this is crazy" from Gretchen, which Dawson heartily agrees with, repeating synonyms in MS Word for "crazy" all proud of himself and telling her that she can't think of one good reason that he shouldn't come with her. Here's the thing: I'd really like him to shut up, because the plot is so insipid, but Van Der Beek is doing a pretty good job with the whole pulling-out-all-the-stops goofiness thing. Anyway, Dawson sidles up kissing-close and says, "Something in my gut is telling me that this is our moment. We can't let this slip by." He then punctuates this sentiment about his gut by ripping a Jockey-scorching fart that sizzles in the air for a good seven seconds or so, sending Gretchen to her knees gagging and -- okay, not really. Just trying to liven things up a bit here. But if Dawson farts on this show, audibly, ever, I am buying the sound guy a car. I mean it. Dawson floating an air biscuit? Would completely rule. Aaaaaanyway, Gretchen starts to argue with him, but he kisses her. She's all schmooped out. "Just say yes," he leers. Staring. Ovary Of False Hope. "Yes!" Dawson smiles, victorious. Hugging. Ovary. Useless extension of subplot that we already know goes nowhere because we've seen the previews containing Dawson in his (Skydome-sized) cap and gown. Commercials.