Gail: Well, honey, I'm concerned about you. Ever since your breakup with Joey, you haven't said one word about it. Dawson...you haven't even wallowed.
Dawson: What good is wallowing? All the wallowing in the world doesn't bring somebody
back.
Gail: Wallowing isn't about getting them back. It isn't about them at all, it's about you, and
learning to allow yourself the few meager advantages of being the dumpee.
Dawson: Advantages?
Gail: Sure, like allowing yourself to stuff your face with a lifetime supply of red licorice and doughnuts, or a newfound appreciation for country music.
Dawson: Like an excuse to watch the last scene from Field of Dreams?
Gail: Acquiring the necessary pain to write bad, bitter poetry.
Dawson: A reason to scowl.
Dawson: Work out aggression!
Gail: Yes! You see, when you think about it, honey, every inch of pain that touches you makes you a deeper, more real individual. Whether you're 16 or...slightly older.
Dawson: So it doesn't get any easier?
Gail: Nope. You just go to bed earlier.