Dawson's Creek1998

Pacey Witter:
Now hold on, what exactly do you want to talk to me about? From my way of seeing things, we are just two brothers trying to take care of our large family.

Doug Witter:
No, Pacey. I'm the one taking care of the family. I'm the one that's been taking care of the family for years.

Pacey Witter:
Now Doug, don't you dare get righteous on me. You cannot lower your resentment over me because that was your choice to stay here in this crappy small town and look after our drunkard parents, and our sisters, and our screaming, out-of-control nieces and nephews.

Doug Witter:
Yeah, I do happen to make choices. I know that's a foreign concept for you who likes to play musical careers!

Pacey Witter:
How did we get here? I'm I stepping on your turf or something? Are you the only member of the family allowed to be carring and compassionate? What did you expect me to do, Doug? Just chomp on my cigar on the other end of the phone and cut a check for the man's funeral? I am a member of this family.

Doug Witter:
Yeah, convenently. That's the way it is with you lately. You swoop in at Christmas after not calling or visiting for months, bringing your fancy and expensive gifts, and pull wool over the whole Witter family's eyes. And then you're out. Everybody forgets.

Pacey Witter:
Forgets what? That I'm the family failure? The black sheep? I'm never supposed to grow up? I'm not allowed to succeed? I'm I not allowed to want things?

Doug Witter:
We all want things, Pacey. Belive me, we all want things!

Pacey Witter:
Then what? Am I not supposed to get them? Is that it? Or is that Witter males like us are not supposed to get them? We're just supposed to follow tradition; stay in Capeside, get married, have four or five kids, become drunks who hit and abuse our wives and children every day and night just like Dad and Grandad, and later die from alcoholism before reaching age 50? So wait... ultimately, this is not about me or our father, which is kind of pathetic, Doug, considering the condition that man is in right now up there in that hospital bed. This is about you wanting to see my face every day and remind yourself that you're still the better son. That you're top dog. Well, that's just sad, Doug! That's just sad that you see things that way. It's sad that you resent me because I'm a laid back, free thinker and not the obedient lap dog like you... following our father's orders without question all your life just to nuzzle up to him in order to stay on his good side. I miss the daily beatings from our old man just as much as you do, but I had to leave sometime... whereas you chose to stay here close to our father, slash, domestic abuser.

Doug Witter:
Pacey, don't make this a celebration about your retreat from Capeside.

Pacey Witter:
I'm not! Listen... I came here to see you, and to see him. And you know what? He knows it, and he appreciates it. Perhaps he's even happy to know that I... his youngest son and youngest child, whom he ignored, abused, and verbaly put down for the better part of my whole life, is not going to hold a grudge against him until the day he dies. In a strange way, this might even be a good thing.

Doug Witter:
You know it is a good thing, Pacey. It's all yours. You can have it. Enjoy it while it lasts because our father will not be around forever.