Anyway, Bessie doesn't even get a chance to tell Joey to cheer the hell up, because there's a light knock on the door and Pacey walks in. "I love this place. Potter B&B. Seems like just yesterday I was dancing in the kitchen with [something unintelligible]," he muses. "Aren't you supposed to be dancing in the kitchen with [Chef Danny]?" Joey asks. Okay, I'm so not even going to touch that comment. I mean, you know where I'd go with that, right? Y'all can fill in the blanks there. Pacey explains that he came into Capeside to pick something up. I'm thinking that "something" might be the clap, because he's grinning like he just got laid. "How's vacation going?" he asks. "Behold the human vegetable," Bessie mutters. Joey smiles tightly and says that she's actually having a great vacation, reading and relaxing. Pacey tells her that he just dropped by to see if he could give her a lift back to Boston, but if she's having such a good time…Joey leaps off the sofa, grabs her (already packed and waiting) bag, and basically shoves him out the door, telling Bessie to give The Incredible Invisible Alexander a big kiss and running out the door with her ex-boyfriend. Bessie just looks amused as we go to credits.

Dawson and Jen are in the car. He's driving and she's reading him The Pander College Of Contrivance course catalog, and the fake courses she's reading him are so stupid I'm not even going to transcribe them. Seriously, they're all like "Tight Pants and Bad Hair: The Iconography of Steve Sanders." "You really want me to enroll in this local college, don't you?" Dawson asks. Jen insists that she thinks he'd get a lot out of it. Dawson sort of rolls his eyes and changes the subject, saying that this is the first time he's ever brought a girl home. Well, duh. This is the first time you've ever lived away from home. Also, didn't he sort of bring Gretchen home? I mean, I know she lived in town and they weren't doing it or anything, but…oh, whatever. Jen blushes and says this is the first time she's even been brought home. "Usually, I get brought to a hotel." Because she's a bad girl! A bad, bad girl with a naughty, naughty past. Who had sex too young! And who barely escaped New York without a big old scarlet "A" on her chest. God! Jen! We get it! Dawson smarms that they've already been to a hotel, but if she wants to stop by another one, she should just say the word. "Why, Dawson Leery, I am shocked at your presumptuousness," Jen says in a high, slightly British-sounding voice that I think is supposed to be Grams. Dawson shakes his head. "You know, you might not want to do Grams while you've got your hand on my thigh," he says. "It's just a little…" He trails off. "Sorry," Jen chuckles.