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Emily: I wish I didnt have to go.
Ross: Then dont. Stay here. Just dont go so soon to London, just one more day.
Ross: I just, I hate this so much! I mean, every time I go pick her up at the airport, its-its so great. But at the same time Im thinking, "Well, Im gonna be right back there in a couple of days, dropping her off."
Joey: No! You dont want to wreck it, you dont want to go to fast!
Joey: Yes! Didnt you ever read Sports Illustrated?! No! I didnt read yours! But come on, we can go to the game tonight!
Emily: Oh no, no, right I shouldnt have said married. Uh, please dont go freaky on me. I didnt mean it. Well, I didnt say it; I take it back!
(He knocks on the girls door and walks in. Surprise! The girls, obviously using Star Trek technology, have completely moved everything in both apartments back to their original positions, all in the time it took for the guys to go to a basketball game. Wow! Anyhoo, Chandler is stunned, and Joey doesnt even realise it.)
(They both go back into their old rooms and shut the doors. Of course, Chandler has to close both sections of his door.)
Ross: We, we just decided to uh, to go for it.
Rachel: I think I just shipped 3,000 bras to personnel. Oh honey, I gotta go. (to Mark) Mark, I need you!
Joey: Ms. Monroe (She slaps him) Oh there you go. (She storms off, leaving Joey standing next to Dina. They share a nod at the ferocity of the slap they just received.)
Ross: Alright, I've gotta go. C'mon, Marcel! C'mon! We're gonna go take a bath. Yes we are, aren't we? Yes, we are.
Rachel: You know what honey, you go ahead, well call her an alternate.
Chandler: Okay, well, then, I-I have to go to the bathroom.
Joey: Oh, now I have to go!!
Phoebe: Why dont you go up there and ask him to step lightly, please?
Monica: No Chandler no! No unscheduled stops. You can go when we stop for gas.
Leslie: Come here, come here. (they go to the side of the stage) Okay, dont get mad, okay.
Phoebe: (to Rachel, whos staying in the cab.) Arent you gonna go?
Janice: Well, let's go to a bad one and make out. (they start to kiss and lean back into Monica.)
Monica: Kay, here you go. (Hands her this tiny little globe.)
Joey: Uh, really good. Really good. Yeah, I should be ready to kill myself any day now. (Chandler returns with a bobby pin and hands it to Joey.) Wow, you sure found that quick. (He tries the pin in the lock.) I justI wish I didnt feel this way about Rachel anymore, yknow? I wish things could go back to normal. I mean, I love living with her and God, helping out with the baby is just amazing, but now I think I think Ross feels left out. Yknow? When I had to take Rachel to the hospital, the doctor thought I was the father. God You shouldve seen the look on Rosss face. (Pause) By the way, I have no idea what Im doing here. For all I know Im just locking it more. Oh hey, did you try opening it with a credit card?
Monica: Oh, I'm so glad you guys like it. Yay! All right I gotta go to work. (tries to take the poem)
RICHARD: Oh, hey. I love children, I have children. I just don't want to be 70 when our kids go off to college, and our lives can finally start.
Ross: No, no, no just do it. Go in there and pick something out so we can go.
Mischa: Well, you just asked if I wanted to go to bed with you tonight.
DR. BURKE: OK. You better. Oh God, here we go. Hey wanna see 'em go nuts? Watch this. [grabbing some wine glasses and opening the door to the party] Who needs glasses? [everyone laughs]
DUNCAN: Well, I've never told you this but, there were one or two times, back in college, when I'd get really drunk, go to a straight bar and wake up with a woman next to me. But I, I, I told myself it was the liquor and e-everyone experiments in college.
Rachel: Okay. Honey, I would love for you to go with me. (Ross has a worried look on his face) What?
(She lets go of the steering wheel to get her cell-phone from her purse. Ross screams and reaches over in order to hold onto the wheel. Cut to the plane. Rachel is sitting in her seat when her cell-phone rings.)
Joey: (opening the door) And there you go!
Chandler: Thats a bad duck!!! (to Ross) Howd the thing go tonight, Ross?
Monica: Here we go again.
Rachel: All right, lets go!
Rachel: Gunther, Gunther, please, Ive worked here for two and a half years, I know the empty trays go over there. (points to the counter.)
Ross: So they ah, they all took off, it was pretty hard watching them go, y'know?
Ross: Here you go.
Phoebe: Maybe we can like go to a movie or something.
Phoebe: Okay, Im gonna go get Frank. (exits)
Rachel: I think you should definitely go out with this guy.
Monica: Here you go.
Chandler: There you go!!
Monica: Im not gonna go out with him.
Rachel: Oh my God, Monicas gonna go out with a millionaire.
Billy: Like when you go bowling and you know youre in somebody elses shoes?
Chandler: I'm sor... Just go. Just go. I can't, I can't.
Phoebe: Ooh, I gotta go. I found a guy that who could fix up the van for catering.
Ross: Well you said you couldnt go out so.... (pulls the cover off of the basket)
Alice: Absolutely. Okay, first well start with a little club soda and salt, and then if that doesnt work we can go back to
Pete: Well, if that were true, Id dating my Aunt Ruth. And the two times we went out were just plain awkward. (to Rachel) Come on, you think she should go out with me, dont you?
MONICA: Ya know what, I think I'm gonna go to my room and read Cosmo, maybe there's something helpful in there. Know what, at least maybe I can learn how to do an at home bikini wax with leftover Cristmas candles.
Monica: (in the hallway) So, where do you want to go?
Gunther: Here you go.
Mark: Um, y'know, before we go ah, theres something I need to say.
Ross: Hey, howd the date go with Mr. Millionaire?
Chandler: Y'know, of all my friends, no-one knows the crap I go through with my mom more than you.
Chandler: Yeah, hes made phone calls, written letters, he even came to New York, but I always said I was too busy to see him. Yknow its all very Cats in the CradleI dont want to get into it. (The show starts.) Here we go.
Pete: I got to go, so ah, Ill see you guys later.
Rachel: Hi! All right, lets go shoppin!!
Mark: Yeah. I can just go home and get back at him by myself.
Rachel: Y'know if what I do is so lame, then why did you insist on coming with me this morning? Huh? Was it so I just wouldnt go with Mark?
The Director: You ready to go?
Joey: Come on baby, dont go. Please? What do you say?
Kate: I cant believe we go on in, in a week.
Gunther: (In his head) Say Rachel, I was wondering if youd like to go to a movie with me sometime. As my lover! Nnnsch, to out there. Maybe youd just like to ah, get something to eat with me sometime? As my lover.
Phoebe: Yeah! Okay, here you go. (rolls her back to Rachel)
Joey: Hey! (stands up) As soon as it stops raining we have got to go snorkeling! Some kid told me about the sea turtle and, if you blow bubbles in its face, it chases ya! (smiles ecstatic)
Ross: Thanks. You ready to go?
Paul: (entering) Here you go honey. One Diet Coke with ice.
Ross: Im, Im sorry you didnt get to go to Spacecamp, and Im hoping that maybe somehow, this may make up for it. Presenting Sarah Tuttles Private Very Special Spacecamp!! (opens the door and Chandler and Joey jump up, their apartment is decorated like outer space, one of the leather chairs is covered in tinfoil.)
Monica: Okay. (she gets ready to go) Can you give me a little push?
Phoebe: Oh...you don't have to go, I have something that will fit you.
Ross: Fine. Ill go.
Ross: There you go! Good enough for your party, huh?
Rachel: Look, either help me or go.
Ross: Easy. Easy. You have to go to the hospital. Okay?
Rachel: Well, I will go to the hospital tomorrow, itll still be broken then.
Monica: Okay, I gotta go. (gets up)
Ross: Okay, come on! All right, I gotta go! So good luck at the party. Okay?
Ross: Well y'know cause Rachel and I used to go out.
Phoebe: Oh, just go. Youre never gonna get it!
Ross: (stopping her from falling) Okay, okay. Look, you have got to go to a doctor! Okay?
Monica: (to Phoebe) Here you go. You can wear this. (hands her a sweater)
Rachel: Im sorry, I just cant go to the hospital lookin like this.
Phoebe: Well alright, looks like you guys have got it under control so Im just gonna go. (She gets up and Rachel looks at her, upset, and Monica just stares.) No! Really? Misery really does love company. All right! (She sits back down.)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica is getting ready to go to Joeys premiere and Phoebe is still on hold.]
Ross: Go? Why?
Joey: Oh, ahh, go to the window. Im wanna run down to the truck and show you something.
Vince: (to Phoebe) Look, I gotta go. I'm on call tonight. (kisses her) See you Saturday. (leaves)
Kate: Flights in an hour. I-I gotta go.
Joey: Well can you at least stay to the end of the play? I mean, Ill go to the airport with ya, I-I wanna say good bye.
Joey: Okay, good, so there you go. Go with Vince.
Chandler: (joining them) Okay, how'd it go at the doctor's?
Joey: Oh sure, go with the sissy.
Ross: You go get em. (to Monica) What did I do to you? Did I hurt you in some way?
Phoebe: All right. I gotta go. I have break up with Vince.
Monica: Anyway, how did it go with Kate?
Vince: (starting to cry) Im sorry, I cant talk. Im gonna go write in my journal. (walks away)
Phoebe: (to Ross) Im telling you, if you want to take care of that thing, you should go to my herbal guy.
Cailin: Ross, Im gonna go.
Monica: Youre not gonna believe this. Okay, so I go over...
Guru Saj: Oh sure, we should see resultsWhoa!! Clearly not the way to go!! (quickly wipes it off)
Rachel: Howd it go with Pete?!
Tommy: Oh! Oh! The usher must be right! What, with all that training they go through! Get out!! (They start to leave.) Here! (He throws him back his ticket.) (to Ross, calmly) Hey man, you want the aisle?
Monica: So guys, listen, I go over there, and umm...
Ross: Oh, I've got to go pick up Ben, we've got a play date this afternoon.
Monica: Okay, can we please go eat?
Frank: Well, okay, so whats nowgo get, go get the eggs, put em in there.
Monica: (starting to get up) I gotta go water Pete's plants. (stops) Y'know what, if he's gonna break up with me, maybe I won't water his plants.