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| Transcript: Dirty Dancing |
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Transcript Page 2*Pacey is sitting in Tamara's English Class. The class is discussing Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights.*TAMARA: Okay, someone explain to me the state of Catherine's mind as she drove Heathcliff away. FEMALE STUDENT: It was her tragic and dysfunctional way of letting him know she loved him. TAMARA: Yes, that's the oblivious interpretation of the moment. However, I think it goes deeper than that. For some reason, this story is regarded as some great love story. But the reality is, that Heathcliff and Catherine never really belonged together. They never should have been together. Catherine was essentially a mess, it was basically a decent guy who had a lot to learn about life and was apparently better off without some whimpering, mentally, unstable wet-rag following him around. The whole thing was wrong. It should never have happened. Bronte should have saved her anger. *The bell rings signaling the end of class. Pacey gets up and leaves with a puzzled look on his face.* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *Mr. Gold's film class. Dawson is sitting in the back of the class listening to the conversations of the students.* MR. GOLD: So, we'll have to move fast if we want to enter the Film Festival. CLIFF: We can make it. The script is done, the movie is boarded. And we did a lot of the work over the summer. MR. GOLD: Then let's move onto the story. Have you solved our third act problem? Dawson: Mr. Gold? MR. GOLD: Yes, Dawson? Dawson: Would that be the Boston Film Festival? MR. GOLD: Yes, that would be. They have a junior video level competition. CLIFF: Okay, Third act. I've just been injured in the big game with Tyler. My throwing arm crushed. The bone broken in 3 places. But I refuse to tell the coach, because he won't let me play at Homecoming if I do. Remember, we want the audience asking "Can he do it? Will the team win the big game?" Remember, this is autobiographical, so if anybody has any questions, I was there. I lived it. Come talk to me, alright? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *Dawson is throwing his books into his locker while Joey is next to him talking to him.* Dawson: "Helmets of Glory." Chronicles last year's football season. And get this, Mr. Cliff Quarterback himself is writing, directing and starring in it. Joey: Oh, a Streissand. Dawson: This is serious, Jo. They're entering it in the film festival. My film festival. This is like immediate competition. Joey: And it's a sports film. Dawson: A thin and pedestrian sports film. Joey: Ah, the epitome of everything you're against. Could life be more cruel? *Dawson sees Cliff walk up to Jen in the hallway. Dawson and Joey stand next to Dawson's locker watching the conversation between Cliff and Jen* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *Jen and Cliff are in the hallway talking* CLIFF: Hi, I'm Cliff. Jen: Hi, Jen. Dawson: *face is shown* This isn't happening. *Jen and Cliff are shown again talking* CLIFF: I know being the new kid can be kind of traumatic but if there's anything I can do to take the edge off. Introduce you around, take you out? Jen: That's, that's really sweet of you. Umm, can I let you know? I mean, I'm still just getting settled in. CLIFF: Sure, sure. absolutely. It was nice to meet you Jen, short for Jennifer. Jen: You too, Cliff, short for Clifford. *Cliff leaves and walks past Dawson and Joey. Dawson and Joey are shown again, with Dawson having a confused look on his face.* Joey: I told you, Dawson. They move fast in New York. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *Mitch is sitting at a table working on some things. Dawson comes flying down the stairs carrying the head model of Joey* Dawson: Dad, hey Dad. Have you seen my camcorder? MITCH (Mr. Leery): Filming today? Dawson: Yeah, Joey gets decapitated today. MITCH (Mr. Leery): It's, uh, in my bedroom, on the night table, on your mother's side. You might want to take the tape out. Dawson: You can get arrested for that in some states. pauses Umm, I have a question. It's kind of a girl slash relationship question. And I don't want it to go to your head that I'm soliciting fatherly advice or anything. But I clearly don't condone yours and Mom's perverse sex life but I'm not too proud to admit that my own inexperience is hindering my current female relations. MITCH: Well, what's the question? Dawson: Mechanics of Kissing. MITCH: How can I help? *Dawson sits down next to his father. Meanwhile, Joey is seen walking to the Leery house and to the ladder leading up to Dawson's room.* Dawson: Well, I'm interested in technique. MITCH: Well, there is no technique, Dawson. You just put your lips together and go. Dawson: Well, what makes a great kiss. MITCH: The first time I kissed your mother-- Dawson: *interrupting Mitch* Now don't get too detailed. MITCH: And we were out on a boat. And your mother's lips were chapped from the sun and she asked if she could borrow my chapstick. *Joey is seen entering Dawson's room and into the upstairs hallway. She looks over the balcony and sees Dawson and Mitch talking. She stands where she is and listens to them.* MITCH: So I took it out and I put some on my lips and then I leaned over and kissed her. The chapstick was really smooth. It slid onto her lips, the sensation was amazing. The chemistry was already there, you know but it was just one of those things that cemented it, you know. It was unforgetable and most importantly, romantic. Dawson: And here, I thought you were all about sex. MITCH: Oh, we still jumped each other. But you got to have romance. It's all about romance. And chapstick. *Joey sits down by the balcony continuing to watch Dawson and Mitch* Dawson: But the kiss itself. What did you do? MITCH: Well, here holds up the head of Joey Give it a try. Dawson: No! MITCH: Oh, come on. This is a big father/son moment here. You asked for it. Dawson: Alright *Dawson takes the head from Mitch* MITCH: Now moisten your lips and go for it. Dawson: Dad, this is ridiculous. This is way ridiculous. MITCH: The bottom lip. You got to keep it relaxed. You want to let it have a mind of its own. You want it to dance with hers. *Mitch touches Dawson's bottom lip* Close your eyes. *Dawson holds the head up, closes his eyes and kisses it. Joey is watching and when he goes to kiss the head, Joey closes her eyes as well. She opens them back up when she hears Mitch's voice.* MITCH: That was good. Dawson: Yeah? MITCH: Yeah. Dawson: Cool. Umm, forget this ever happened. MITCH: Alright. Dawson: Thanks. *Dawson gets up, grabbing the head and leaves the house* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *Joey gets up and starts to walk downstairs. She hears Gail's voice and finds that Gail is in a room whispering to someone on the phone. Joey stands by the door listening to Gail. GAIL: Yeah, Alright. No, no, okay, then I'm hanging up *kissing noises are heard from Gail* I promise, I promise. Good-bye. *Gail hanges up the phone and opens the door to the hallway seeing Joey* Ahhh, Joey. What are you doing? Joey: Ah, I was just looking for Dawson. We're filming today. GAIL: Oh,that's nice. Joey: Yeah, I'm going to get killed today. GAIL: Oh, that's nice. Ah, Be careful out in the sun. It's hot today. Wear sunblock. Joey: Ah, see you, Mrs. Leery. *Joey is walking away then turns back to Gail* Mrs. Leery? GAIL: Umhmm? Joey: I know. *Gail is shown with a shocked expression on her face*
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