Quick cut to Pacey and Andie in the cafeteria line, as Pacey is in the process of telling Andie, "And then he tells me that I've got no future that doesn't involve the fast-food industry," and actually, he didn't even say that, as I recall. Andie says, "And he's called a guidance counsellor." "Yeah, amongst other things," says Pacey as they move toward a table. Andie says, "Just because a student doesn't fit into some cookie-cutter mold that the public school system deems acceptable, they're ready to write him off? I mean, Einstein failed the second grade, and not because he was stupid, but because he was bored, and the incompetency [sic] of inferior [sic] public school system failed to recognize it [I don't know that there was a "public" school system as such in place when Einstein was in the second grade, but whatever]." At this point, fellow cafeteria patrons are starting to stare at Andie, who is working herself into something of a lather. "You know, they'd rather just dismiss someone who is in obvious need of some guidance, rather than reach out to him. I mean, if someone along the way had just taken two seconds to notice, to care, they would have realized that you needed to be rescued, not ridiculed." After her dramatic finish, Pacey announces, "Ladies and gentlemen, Andie McPhee." There is a small round of applause. Andie looks sheepish.
In another part of the cafeteria Chris "Never Cry" Wolf approaches Jen while sporting another lame-o choker quite similar, now that I really look, to Dawson's. Note to Wardrobe: It is no longer 1991. Necklaces on teenage boys are not happening. Some other guy with a receding hairline stands in the background. Chris says, "Lindley." Jen says, "Hey guys, I was looking for you earlier." Dawson looks uncomfortable and starts right in judging her. No, he doesn't say anything, but I can tell. "Impressive showing last night," says Chris. "I'm surprised to see you here." "Well, I recuperated well," says Jen. Dawson pecks away at his computer, studiously ignoring the dissolute youth. "Hey Dawson," says Chris. "What's up, Chris," Dawson stiffly replies. Pleasantries dispatched, Chris turns all 20 watts of his charm on Jen and starts massaging her shoulders while telling her, "I am on a mission. Todd here is having a P-A-R-tee tonight -" "Kegs and eggs," interjects Todd. "Party till breakfast." "Not," interrupts Sars. "Not, not, NOT." Dawson glances discreetly, and judgmentally, at Jen and Chris. "We're just getting the word out," says Chris to Jen. "Well, you know that you can sign me up," says Jen. Chris says he'll see her there, and he and Todd leave. Dawson glares at their departing figures, and asks Jen, "So, what's your deal with them?" Jen says they've just been hanging out. Dawson starts to answer, and Jen cuts him off: "Come on, Dawson, save me the character dissection. And while we're at it, why don't you come with me?" Dawson chuckles derisively and says, "Well, let's see. We've got script-writing career advancement on one side [that is a matter of opinion, young man], useless drunk oblivion on the other. That's a tough call." Jen suddenly gets very defensive and says, "Don't judge me, Dawson." He makes a gesture of innocence and befuddlement, like, spare me, Dawson, you know exactly what you said. "You don't want to go, don't go; that's fine, all right? But just because I am finally enjoying myself you don't have to treat me like I've been lost to the other side, okay? And I'm not out of control, all I'm doing is having fun, all right, it's a simple three-letter word, fun, F-U-N." "I didn't say a word, Jen," Dawson protests innocently. That's not what I heard, Amish-boy. Jen breathes heavily and looks upset.