Dawson's Creek1998

Doug Witter:
[Doug walks up to Jack, who is sitting on the beach with baby Amy asleep in a carriage next to him] Gram said you were here. Just thinking?

Jack:
Capeside's favorite pastime.

Doug Witter:
What about?

Jack:
Moving.

Doug Witter:
Moving? Where?

Jack:
I don't know. Boston. New York.

Doug Witter:
Why?

Jack:
Amy.

Doug Witter:
Jack, you can't do that.

Jack:
Yes I can. How many gay parents do you know in Capeside?

Doug Witter:
So? How many gay teachers were there, before you came back? How many gay sheriffs are there, for that matter?

Jack:
Last time I checked, none. I'm tired of being first, Doug. Half my life has been about reeducating this community, and what do I have to show for it?

Doug Witter:
You think there are prizes for inspiring people?

Jack:
I don't want to inspire people any more. All I want to do is give Amy a normal existence, and she's not going to get that here. She's gonna have the same childhood that I did, only instead of being the only gay kid, she's gonna be the only kid with a gay parent. I don't want that.

Doug Witter:
You're going to be a gay parent no matter where you are. And yeah-Amy is going to face rejection. That's what it means to be a teenager.

Jack:
I just want to be a good parent. I have to be.

Doug Witter:
Hey. Jack. Being a good parent means knowing that your child is bound to fall down. And you just have to show 'em how to get back up.

Jack:
What do you know about parenting?

Doug Witter:
Not much. Hoping to learn quickly.

Jack:
It's a sweet gesture, but no thank you.

Doug Witter:
It's not a gesture.

Jack:
Yes, it is. With everything that we've been through, I'll be damned if we're gonna get back together over your sense of... obligation, or worse, pity.

Doug Witter:
Screw pity. I love you. I love you, Jack. I love that you're the bravest person I know... and the kindest. I love that no matter what you do, your life is gonna stand out. I want to stand out with you... and your daughter. [sighs] If you'll let me. [They kiss, and an elderly couple walks by]

Jack:
Uh, it's the Dudleys. Right there.

Doug Witter:
Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Dudley. I was just, uh, kissing my boyfriend.