TEXT: [Grams' house <unk> Jack, Joey and Pacey have just finished watching Friday the 13th.] Pacey: Well, that settles it. I now have officially lost faith in Hollywood. Jack: It wasn't that bad. Pacey: Not that bad? Maybe through the haze of your eardrum-shattering slumber, it wasn't that bad, but as someone who actually watched that movie, it sucked! Joey: I'm just so tired of this trend of... attack of the "insert your vengeful psycho here" movie. I mean, they're so unbelievable, you know? What are the chances of a chemically imbalanced camp director luring pre-teens to a blood bath at the archery range? Pacey: Well, apparently they're pretty good at northern Maine's camp bloodsucker. Jack: You know what the problem is? Pacey: Yeah, I know what the problem is. You talk in your sleep, and you talk about things I don't want to know about. Jack: That's great, but the problem is that people forget that the scariest things are the things that are actually possible. I mean, isn't that why Hitchcock's so great? Joey: Hmm, I don't know. How often does a guy go around dressing like his not-so-well preserved mother? Pacey: Well, you save that for special occasions. Joey: Maybe I've just lost the will to scream. Pacey: Oh, please. You were once and will forever remain the number one skittish kitten in my life. (She gives him a look) It's not to worry. It's part of your charm. Jack: Weren't you scared of grams up until, like, last year or something like that? Pacey: Oh, absolutely. In fact, I bet it's making you a little bit nervous just being in her house right now, isn't it? Jack: Yeah, who knows what kind of scary things will be lurking in the shadows? Joey: Who's hungry? A girl can't survive on Dots alone.
SUMMARY:
Dawson takes Joey up on her invitation to spend a weekend in Boston, but the two have difficulty connecting once there. Meanwhile, Jack is surprised when his boyfriend Toby shows up unexpectedly forcing Jack to choose between fraternity hell week and spending time with Toby.