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(Monica enters.)
Monica: Hey. Ross, did you know Mom and Dad are going to Puerto Rico for Thanksgiving?
Monica: Yes, they are. The Blymens invited them.
Monica: I am not wrong.
Monica: No, I just talked to them.
Monica: Oh, wow, so you're gonna be one of those "healthy, healthy, healthy guys"?
Ross: (to Monica) Well, you were right. How can they do this to us, huh? It's Thanksgiving.
Monica: Ok, I'll tell you what. How about I cook dinner at my place? I'll make it just like Mom's.
Monica: You know, they're not actually supposed to have... (Ross looks at her sheepishly) I'll work on the lumps. Joey, you're going home, right?
Monica: And I assume, Chandler, you are still boycotting all the pilgrim holidays.
Monica: Phoebe, you're gonna be with your grandma?
Monica: So you're free Thursday, then.
Monica: Yeah. Rach, are you thinking you're gonna make it to Vail?
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, everyone is there but Rachel.]
Monica: Hey, Rach, did you make your money?
Monica: Rach, here's your mail.
Monica: (insistently) No, here's your mail.
Monica: (gives her an envelope) Would you just open it?
Monica: We all chipped in.
Joey: (to Monica) We did?
Monica: (to Joey) You owe me 20 bucks.
Monica: (hands Chandler a bag) Chandler, here you go, got your traditional Thanksgiving feast, you got your tomato soup, your grilled cheese fixin's, and your family size bag of Funyuns.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Joey enters, upset.]
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica is cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Chandler is standing in the doorway, not wanting to participate in the festivities.]
Monica: Mmm, looking good. Ok, cider's mulling, turkey's turking, yams are yamming. (notices Ross is depressed) What?
Monica: All right, that's it. You know what? Just get out of my way and stop moping.
Joey: Hey, Monica, I got a question. I don't see any tater tots.
Monica: That's not a question.
Monica: All right, fine. Tonight's potatoes will be both mashed with lumps, and in the form of tots.
(Ross grabs for some food, Monica slaps his hand away.)
Monica: Ah!
Monica: What, Phoebe, did you whip the potatoes? Ross needs lumps!
Monica: Why would we do that?
Monica: Ok, three kinds of potatoes coming up.
Monica: Got the keys? or Got the keys!
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, the group is coming back from the roof.]
Monica: Ok, right about now the turkey should be crispy on the outside, juicy on the inside. Why are we standing here?
Monica: No I don't.
Monica: No I didn't. I asked, "got the ke-eys?"
Monica: (panicked) The oven is on.
Monica: Well then get it, get it!
Monica: (angry) Joey!
Monica: Can you go any faster with that?
Monica: Why do you guys have so many keys in there anyway?
Monica: I swear you said you had the keys.
Monica: Why would I have the keys?
Monica: But I didn't.
Monica: Why?
Monica: Why?
Monica: Why? Because everything is my responsibility? Isn't it enough that I'm making Thanksgiving dinner for everyone? You know, everyone wants a different kind of potatoes, so I'm making different kinds of potatoes. Does anybody care what kind of potatoes I want? Nooooo, no, no! (starting to cry) Just as long as Phoebe gets her peas and onions, and Mario gets his tots, and it's my first Thanksgiving, and it's all burned, and, and I... I...
Chandler: Ok, Monica, only dogs can hear you now, so, look, the door's open. Here we go.
Monica: Well, the turkey's burnt. (checking pots) Potatoes are ruined, potatoes are ruined, potatoes are ruined.
Monica: No, it doesn't, does it? But you wanted lumps, Ross? (picks up the pan of badly burnt potatoes) Well, here you go, buddy, ya got one.
Monica: Oh, really? So why was I busting my ass to make this delicious Thanksgiving dinner?
Monica: Stop it, stop it, stop it!
Monica: Ooh, Ugly Naked Dancing!
Monica: (holding sandwich) Does anybody wanna split this with me?
Monica: Make a wish?
Ross: (pulls Monica back) ...and I really think it should be me.
Monica: No Joey! Chandler could be your assistant! See, he could answer all of your fan mail and stuff!
Monica: Jody!
Phoebe: No. No! Yes! Ahh. Oh, would you look at that Monica? I just knocked off all of your top scores, how sad.
Monica: Where are you guys going? Come on, one more game!
Monica: (spitting out her drink in shock) Oh God, oh God, I am sorry... I am so sorry...
Monica: Tell him.
Chandler: Nothing, Monica and I had a stupid fight.
Monica: Just...please tell him.
(She sees Monica sneaking out) Okay, thank you very much, I'm gonna take a short break! (Runs out, knocking over the mike stand)
Monica: Oh no! I dont know anything about cooking. I had to ask someone what its called when the, when the water makes those little bubbles.
Monica: No, I havent.
Monica: It just makes more sense as an ensemble.
Monica: Im fine. (She goes into one of those half sneezing, half-coughing fits that you get with a bad cold or flu.)
Monica: C'mon up.
Monica: Hello?
Monica: You do know that was me who just said that right? (He doesnt respond and she turns on the light, waking him.) Hey. As long as were both up
Monica: Chandler, we have talked about this. You are not supposed to give people advice! Now couldn't you just have made some sort of inappropriate joke?
Monica: Wait-wait, go back to that sibling thing.
Monica: You're welcome.
Monica: Look at you, you won't even look at him.
[Scene: Joey and Janines, Joey is pacing around as Chandler and Monica enter.]
Monica: Wow! A lipper from Chipper.
Monica: (all depressed) Help yourself.
Monica: Okay...who are you?
Rachel: Come on Ross give me the keys! Monica does not know what shes talking about! I am an excellent driver!
Monica: Oh, c'mon in.
Monica: Hi...May I help you?
Monica: Ross! He's playing with my spatulas again!
Phoebe: But Monica, he loves his job so much! Can you just give him another chance? Please?
Monica: How's it going?
Monica: Is he really coming? Because I can see right into your apartment!
Rachel: Monica! I couldnt find him for two hours! He was having sex with Amy Welch!
Monica: Let go! Im a tiny little woman!!
Monica: So you talked to your dad, huh.
Monica: Hold on a second, just put a little club soda on it (does so) and it should umm, be.....
Monica: You can not do this.
Monica: Roger wants to take her out tomorrow night.
Monica: Define fun.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's Balcony, Rachel is throwing Paolo's clothes over the side.]
Monica: (not amused by Chandlers joke) I miss Rachel. (To Chandler) No, my parents.
Phoebe: Well at least all my songs don't taste like garlic. Yeah, there are other ingredients Monica.
Monica: There's more beer, right?
Phoebe: I can hear traffic and birds! I can hear the voices in my head again! (Monica looks at her strangely) Im kidding. (She smiles wickedly.)
Monica: I'd rather hang out with a sniveling work weasel guy when I can be hanging out with my boyfriend who I actually respect.
Monica: Ok, well, what kind of ritual?
[Scene: The Hotel, Monicas room, Mr. and Mrs. Bing are staring at each other while Phoebe looks on.]
Monica: Oh, Chandler, sorry.
Janice: Hi, Monica.
Monica: I'll be right back.
Chandler: Oh yes, sir! Put me out of my misery. Are you sure you never played pro? (Does his work laugh.) (To Monica) Please let them win!
Monica: Can we just start throwing things in?
(Joey now enters the room through the door, Monica, Chandler and Phoebe are following him.)
Monica: No.
Monica: No, look, she's obviously unstable, okay? I mean she's thinking about running out on her wedding day. (Rachel slowly turns and glares at her.) (Realizing what she just said.) Okay, fine! But I mean, look at the position she's putting him in! What's he gonna do? Ross is gonna run over there on the wedding day and break up the marriage?! I mean, who would do that?! (Rachel again turns and glares at her in disgust.) Okay, fine, all right, but that's y'know, it's different! Although it did involve a lot of the same people.
Monica: Which one was Pete Carney?
The Croupier: Comin' out. Place your bet. (Monica does so.) Dice are out. (The woman next to Monica rolls the dice.) Double or nothin'! Pay the front line! (Monica won and doubled the chip.)
Monica: All weekend? That's a whole lotta naked.
Monica: Guys, please, Im just gonna have dinner with him. Okay?
Monica: Im the hostess! Not those guys! Im always the hostess! I mean, I was always the hostess, I mean even when I was little, I mean the girls brought their dollies to my tea party, I-I served the best air.
Monica: Rach, come see who's out here!
Monica: They're nice guys.
Monica: Aww, thank you. (Notices something.) Uh Rach?
[Scene: Chandlers Office, his boss Doug is entering, Monica is there as well.]
Monica: Well, it's like that. With feelings.
Monica: Hey, Rachel, isn't that stuff almost pure...
PHOEBE: Oh, this is so nice. Alright I have to make a speech. I just wanna say that of all the guys that Monica has been with, and that is a lot, I like you the best.
Monica: C'mon, you can't live off your parents your whole life.
Phoebe: OK. (pause) Oh Monica! Guess what!
Monica: (excited) Oh my God!
(Chandler, Monica and Phoebe looks at him)
Allesandro: Im so excited about having Monica come on board with us. Although I do feel bad about having fired chef Emillio, its like losing a member of the family. Of course, that literally is the case for several of you. Tony, Carlos, Marie, please, tell your father how much were gonna miss him. Now, I know that Monica has a lot of great ideas for this place, well, you all read the review. So without much further ado, I present to you our new head chef.
Monica: Oh, I love my life, I love my life!
Monica: I don't know. I don't know. It's just going to be so great!
Cecilia: I really cant slap you. (Monica walks away angrily)
Monica: (to Joey) OK, try this salmon mousse.
Monica: Just go up to her and ask her out. (Chandler laughs) Oh, what's the worst thing that could happen?
Monica: Yeah, well, is that better?
Ross: Hey, you only heard Monica�s side of that. That little fatso was a terror.
Monica: STOP IT!! ...Oh my God. It's true! Who am I?
Monica: Aunt Syl, I did this as a favor, I am not a caterer. What do you want me to do with a dozen lasagnas? (listens to Aunt Syl on phone, looks shocked) Nice talk, Aunt Syl. (in New York accent) You kiss Uncle Freddie with that mouth?
(Monica enters, excited.)
Monica: Well... of course I thought of you! But... but...
(Phone rings. Monica answers it.)
pain as Monica grabs him underwater)-Diet Coke.
Don: Oh, hello. (Shakes Chandlers hand.) Hello. (Shakes Monicas hand.)
Monica: Thirty-two! Seventy-one! Hike!
Joey: And it is a love that is based on having and giving and receiv(Shuts up on Monicas glare.)
Monica: All right, we still have a minute and a half to go, and were down by two points. Two points.... (she gets interrupted by the guys, who are doing a slow-motion high five.) Phoebe you do a button-hook again. Rachel, you go long.
Monica: Yeah, me too! (Runs and grabs her 3-ring binder of ideas.)
Monica: (to Steve) This is Rachel.
Monica: Ten dollars an hour.
Monica: Hi Steve!
Monica: Oh, thank you. Would you like a tour?
[Scene: Tap Class, Monica is standing by the door.]
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Ross is entering.]
Monica: I'm so glad you liked them!
Monica: Umm, I just wanna say, uh (reads from a 3 X 5 card) that with a pinch of exictement, a dash of hard work, a dollup of cooperation, we can have the recipe... (Looks up and sees eveyone glaring at her) Are you gonna kill me?
Monica: Cowboy boots? I've never worn cowboy boots in my whole life! (she turns on the video again)
Monica: No, we don't. (reaches for box)