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MONICA: Yes! Carol and Susan's caterer had a mountain bike accident this weekend, and she's in a full body cast.
MONICA: They want me to do it, which is really cool, seeing as I've never catered before, and I really need the money, and this isn't a problem for you, is it?
MONICA: Oh, you are so great! [kisses him] Thank you!
MONICA: They love each other, and they wanna celebrate that love with the people that are close with them.
MONICA: Ross, I thought you were over this.
MONICA: What?
[Monica and Rachel's]
MONICA: Oh, honey.
MONICA: God, this is so hard. I can't decide between lamb or duck.
MRS GREEN: Monica! You look gorgeous! Last time I saw you, it was eat or be eaten.
MONICA: [entering] All right. Tell me if this is too cute. Lesbian wedding, chicken breasts.
MONICA: Why? It's not like I'm putting little nipples on them.
MONICA: Is there any chance that you can look at this as flattering? I mean, she's doing it because she wants to be more like you.
MONICA: Um, you guys, you know when I said before, "thank you, but I don't really need your help"?
MONICA: Really? Weird. Anyway, see, I planned everything really well. I planned and I planned and I planned. It just turns out, I don't think I planned enough time to actually do it.
MONICA: If you want.
MONICA: All right, look, nobody's smoking pot around all this food.
MONICA: I'm dicing, I'm dicing, I don't hear anything.
MONICA: All right people, we're in trouble here. We've only got 12 hours and 36 minutes left. Move, move, move!
CHANDLER: Monica, I feel like you should have German subtitles.
MONICA: Joey, speed it up!
PHOEBE: Monica, how did this happen? I thought you had this all planned out.
MONICA: Do you want me to cry? Is that what you want? Do you wanna see me cry?
MONICA: [to Ross] All right, you!
MONICA: All right, look, Ross. I realize that you have issues with Carol and Susan, and I feel for you, I do. But if you don't help me cook, I'm gonna take a bunch of those little hot dogs, and I'm gonna create a new appetizer called "pigs in Ross". All right, ball the melon.
MONICA: Hi.
MONICA: It's goin' great. Right on schedule. Got my little happy helpers.[everyone groans]
MONICA: You're still gonna pay me, right? Or something a little less selfish.
MONICA: So we're back on?
MONICA: You heard the woman. Peel, chop, devil! I can't believe I lost 2 minutes.
[Monica pushes Ben down the aisle in a stroller. Susan is escorted by both her parents. Carol is escorted by Ross.]
[At the reception, Monica and Ross watch Carol and Susan getting their picture taken.]
MONICA: Would you look at them?
[at Monica and Rachel's]
MONICA: Ok, which one of us do you think is gonna be the first one to get married?
MONICA: All right, just trying to start an interesting discussion.
MONICA: (sniffing Joey) I think that's you.
JOEY: Yeah, right Monica.� I'm so sorry.
Monica: Why? Cause otherwise youd go for it?
MONICA: Joey?
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's apartment " continuing action.]
Joey: Yep. (Starts for Monicas room, but Chandler stops him.)
Ross: (To Monica) Youre drunk! Mom and dad are gonna be maaaaadd! Maybe Im a little drunk.
MONICA: I don't know what to say.� We shouldn't have lied to you.
(Monica goes to the door.� Chandler slides behind it as she opens it slightly.)
MONICA: Have fun.
MONICA: It's gonna be so hot!� (She kisses him.)
Monica: I can't believe this! This is like the worst night ever!
Monica: This is so bizarre. I guess it kinda makes sense though, yknow she had such a terrible childhood.
Monica: No!
Monica: Honey, you�re just in time, I�m about to sing another song!
Monica: (shocked) You're not gonna be here New Year's Eve??
Monica: (Looks exasperated) Ok first of all...It would be great. But that's not what I'm here to talk to you about. I need to borrow some money.
Rachel: We are looking for our Christmas presents from Monica.
Monica: Come on Ben.
[Scene: Central Perk, Rachel, Monica, Chandler, and Joey are there as Ross enters with Phoebe.]
(Chandler and Joey give Monica a pack of condoms.)
Monica: Yeah, is that okay?
Monica: No.
Monica: *What*??
Monica: She did WHAT?
Monica: Ohh, you are such a good boss! Is she pretty?
Monica: What does she do there?
Monica: So is it horrible? Is everybody working really hard?
Monica: Okay.
Monica: Okay!
Monica: Merry Christmas.
Monica: Hey, this afternoon you said you'd be supportive...
Monica: I think our lovers spat will start a little early this month.
Monica: Really?
Monica: Okay!
Monica: Well, not anymore.
Monica: (breaking the kiss) Y'know what's weird?
Monica: Two!
Monica: Hm-hmm!
Monica: One!
Monica: Do you wanna do it at the same time?
Monica: This doesn't feel weird!
Monica: Come on...I just need it for some rent and..and some other bills.
Monica: Yeah. (They kiss and as she starts to leave, Chandler starts to dance. Without turning around:) Don't do the dance.
Monica: Eh, we weren't that close anyway!
Monica: No-no-no, wait! We need something old!
Monica: (interrupting) Know when to stop.
Monica: I think you're better than you think you are.
Monica: You're so efficient. I love you!
Monica: That'll work!
Monica: That's stealing!
MONICA: You should go to the game.� It's okay.� I want you to.
Monica: Okay, now we just need something borrowed!
Monica: You do?!
Monica: Eh, you work for that.
Monica: You thought about that?
Monica: What else did you think about?
Monica: Nothing. Just something I want to get Phoebes opinion on for Valentines Day.
Monica: I love you. (They kiss.)
Monica: Uh-hmm.
Monica: "Wendy" is a fat girl name.
Monica: What are you doing here?
Chandler: Monica.
Monica: What?
Rachel: (as Monica) Yeah, I know... (mirroring her friend) ..I'm I'm just not that bright either.
Monica: Oh my god!
Monica: But I thought if you left, you get fired.
Monica: No, I think that this is what you wanna do, I think it's great!
Monica: Okay, while were waiting for these pills to kick in, Im gonna sit you down on the couch. Come on. (Phoebe gets up and goes with her.) Get some nice soft pillows under your head, Im gonna turn the TV on and you can watch whatever you want. And ImSit down(She sits down on the couch)gonna make you some tea. And then, Im gonna rub your feet.
(Chandler hands Phoebe an envelope, and some more to Monica)
Chandler: (to Monica) Here, pass these, will ya.. (points to the others)
Monica: Yes smokie, that is what it was. I just can�t get enough.
Monica: Hey-hey-hey. You wanna hear something that sucks.
Monica: Chandler, please dont think I was trying to pressure you. Phoebe and Rachel
Monica: Oh, and by the way, hes lost a bunch of weight. I mean he looks goo-ood! Okay, I mean really, really gorgeous! (Joey clears his throat.) I still love Chandler.
Monica: Ross used to stay up every Saturday night to watch Golden Girls!
Monica: (grabbing a bag of Nestle Tollhouse chocolate chips) Phoebe, is this the recipe? (Tosses her the bag.)
Monica: Yeah! Okay, this one is a mushroom cap. (Points to it.) Umm, this one is made of bologna. (Points.)
Monica: Hey Rach, could you get me some cough drops?
Monica: Would you stop staring at her?
Monica: Oh because it doesnt really fit. Oh by the way, I-I booked the Swing Kings.
Monica: So you're gonna be gone four days a week? (Thinks about it.) No.
Monica: (to Chandler) Take me home! (they quickly leave)
MONICA: Well, maybe the mailman liked the cookies, we just didn't give him enough.
Monica: Hey Rach!
(door knock, Monica enters)
Monica: Ready for your birthday lunch?
Monica: Right there! That was so fake!
Monica: You were just being so nice to him!
A Waiter in Drag: (to Chandler and Monica) Has someone taken your order yet?
Monica: Does he?
Monica: Oh, you're welcome for the party. I'm glad you're having a good time.
Monica: Hey Rach, somebody got you shoes!
Monica: So this is what a stroke feels like.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, Monica would freak. (Doug looks at him.) But to hell with that bitch.
[Scene: A Mexican Restaurant, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Chandler and his mom are there.]
Monica: Okay. Wait, just give me a second, I need to just get my boots off first. (She starts taking them off.) Ah Ooh Oohh Ohh Oh God Ohh Oh Ohh Ohhhh
Monica: Hey!
(Monica goes back inside)
Monica: (from inside) Again, you're welcome.