Larry agrees that trends come and trends go, but the American public will always embrace a movie in which teenage girls take off their shirts. (I suspect that that's true, by the way.) So Dawson nods, and explains that the main character isgy4o uehgnd/. Sorry. I passed out during his little movie magic spiel, just like last week. Now, I have to admit that James Van Der Beek is not actually the problem with this scene. He's not even unlikable. It's this plot. No one cares! It's not dynamically written! We have nothing invested in it! And it's boring. Anyway, Dawson switches the pitch around and throws a stripper into the mix, and Larry's eyes light up. "Student by day, stripper by night. I've seen this probably a million times. But damned if I won't stay up 'til 3 AM every time to watch it on Skinemax," he coos. Ah, yes, Angel: student by night, stripper by day. A movie with which I, as a nine-year-old, was obsessed. Not that my parents let me watch it or anything. I just found the ads fascinating. Seriously. This may explain my current penchant for plaid skirts now that I think about it. Whitney smiles tightly, as Larry suggests they cast a "past-her-prime starlet who's willing to show off her new boob job" in the flick and announces that they have a deal. "In the meantime, tell me more about Natasha," he leers. Everyone laughs, although Whitney has the good grace to look embarrassed.