TEXT: [Scene: Hell's Kitchen. Joey is standing at the end of the bar, waiting impatiently, while Eddie is mingling with a few girls at the other end of the bar. She finally gets mad and she slams her tray down on the table, with no effect. Emma comes walking up to the bar next to her, and Eddie takes two beers uncaps them and slides them down to Emma.] Joey: Help? Emma: Well, he might notice you faster if, um, if you let me do a little work on that t-shirt of yours. A few rips, a few tears. Do wonders for your tips. Joey: My what? Emma: Your tips. Your gratuities. [Laughs] What did you think I said? Joey: Nothing! [Emma takes her drinks and leaves the two of them] Eddie: Yes. Joey: Oh. Finally. Could you make me wait a little bit longer the next time? Eddie: Sorry, I, uh... guess I find you a little intimidating now that you've tried to ram your tongue down my throat. Joey: I need 2 drafts, a boilermaker, and I thought we agreed to never speak of that again. Eddie: You know, I don't remember having that conversation. Joey: We didn't. It was implied. Social conventions dictate that when something embarrassing happens, we all tacitly agree to never speak of them again. It's what keeps us going as a society. That...and alcohol. Eddie: Yeah, well, I don't. Joey: You don't what? Eddie: Don't agree. Joey: You know what? I really don't feel like getting into a philosophical discussion about this. I just would like you to<unk> [Emma returns for some more drinks] Emma: oh, good god! You two aren't fighting again, are you? Eddie: No, no. Apparently, we're having some kind of... uh, philosophical discussion. Emma: Oh. Good. 'Cause I'm leaving. Off to rehearsal, where I hopefully still have a few band members left to, uh, fire
SUMMARY:
Dawson manages to "get the girl" when a producer visits the "Wicked Dead" movie set to fire Natasha and close down production. Audrey is excited when asked to be the lead singer of Emma's band but is crushed when Pacey misses the gig. Joey demands the truth from Eddie.