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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?
Monica: Whats the part?
Monica: Okay, here comes another camera.
[Scene: Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe's, Monica is approaching the bathroom door behind which Chandler is using the facility.]
Monica: Aunt Syl, stop yelling! All I'm saying is that if you had told me vegetarian lasagna, I would have made vegetarian lasagna. (pauses, listens to person on phone) Well, the meat's only every third layer, maybe you could scrape.
Ross: Yeah, well, Hurricane Gloria didnt break the porch swing, Monica did!
Monica: Wendy? -- That sounds like a girl's name.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel is entering, excited.]
MONICA: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Yes he is. You are totally different.
MONICA: You know, it still smells like monkey in there.
Rachel: I was laughing! You made me laugh! (Monica and Rachel start to squabble)
Chandler: Monica, you have got to stop this competitive thing! Okay? It's crazy. {Finally! The voice of reason.} I mean, just impress Gary and Phoebe we have to go upstairs and have sex over and over and I'm saying no to this, why? Get your coat.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Brenda is shaking out the rugs on the balcony as Monica pouts in the living room.]
Monica: Not at these prices.
MONICA: That'll teach you to lick my muffin.
Monica: (sees the bed) Whats this?
Monica: This is not the bed I ordered!
Monica: (to Phoebe) Quick, take off your dress, he wont notice the bed.
Monica: Phoebe!
Monica: Bye. (Janine exits.)
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's apartment, Phoebe and Rachel are there and Chandler enters.]
Phoebe: Its Monicas bed. What?
Monica: When did I sign for it?
Monica: Sometimes I have bad dreams. (starts to break down, and Phoebe offers her, her hand to comfort her.)
Monica: Thats a good idea! I bet they have one of those wind machines! Yknow (Does the whole hair blowing in the wind model type poses.)
Phoebe: Monica, I really appreciate you checking in on me, but I'm actually feeling a lot better. Yeah, I just kinda want to be alone right now.
Monica: Its never taken you more than a shower to get over a relationship.
Monica: ...Oh! I-I see you moved the green ottoman.
Monica: I think, that if you really like this guy, you should just trust him.
Monica: Well, you-you coulda just turned the cushion over.
[Scene: Monica and Phoebes, three years earlier, Phoebe, Monica, and Ross are there]
[Scene: Mattress King, Monica is trying to return her bed.]
[Rachel holds the tray between them. Chandler grabs the muffin before Monica can.]
Chandler: New haircut? (Monica nods No.) Necklace? (No) Dress? (No) Boots? (Monica nods Yes.) Boots!
MONICA: Sandra, I am so sorry, I thought you were Rachel and we just weren't ready for you yet.
Monica: Lets get the show on it!
Monica: So, do you want me to watch Ben for you?
Monica: See Chandler? Im getting a lot of use out of them already! Theyre very practical. See, you can wear them with dresses, with skirts, with pants
Monica: (on phone) Okay, great! Bye. (Hangs up as Chandler enters.) So guess whos coming to Thanksgiving dinner?
Monica: Okay.
Monica: No were not.
Monica: I got it!
Rachel: Hi! So Im out having lunch at Monicas and this guy starts talking to me, and it turns out he works for a buyer at Bloomingdales and there happens to be an opening in his department. So I gave him my phone number and hes gonna call me this weekend to see if he can get me an interview!
Monica: Youre not dressed yet?! Were supposed to start having fun in 15 minutes!
Monica: Give it. Give it.
Monica and Rachel: Oh!!
Monica: A hat! Yes! We need a hat.
MONICA: I can't believe that this whole time we thought he hated us. I mean, isn't it amazing how much you can touch someone's life, without even knowing it?...Would you look at this dump? He hated us. This is his final revenge!
Monica: Phoebe, Sandras mad at you too. It-it doesnt bother you?
Monica: So, Ill get-get back to my friend.
Monica: (seeing her) Okay, lets go!! Lets hit the road!!
MONICA: You heard the woman. Peel, chop, devil! I can't believe I lost 2 minutes.
Phoebe: We're just... we're trying to figure out an excuse. Hey! Ooh! How about this: We can say that Monica told us 5 o'clock, not 4 o'clock. That way we're right on time! (Others start to agree but she continues) OR... or, we can plant PCP in the apartment and call the cops on her.
Chandler: I cant figure out what to make Monica.
Ben: Monica.
Ben: Monica bang!
Ben: Monica bang!
Monica: You okay?
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, the party continues with Rachel leaning on the counter as Gunther walks in carrying candy.]
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica, Rachel, Phoebe, and Joey are there.]
(Monica smiles to cover her embarrassment, but Rachel sadly looks away...)
MONICA: Yes, I will start with the carpaccio, and then I'll have the grilled prawns.
Monica: I dont believe this! Wow, look at this refrigerator! Its gigantic! I mean I could live in this thing! Id be cold, but Im always cold. Oh my God, look at these spider burners! I love spider burners.
Ben: Monica.
Monica: Oh, then it mustve been you. Bye. (leaves)
Ben: Monica bang!
MONICA: You can't be a lawyer. You're eight.
Monica: All right, we should call somebody.
Phoebe: Im, Im freaking out! Monica kinda trusted me with something and she shouldnt have! All right, I havent lived here in a while, so I have to ask you something. Does Monica still turn on the lights in her bedroom?
Monica: How are we gonna do that? Theres no way.
Phoebe: All right. We're gonna take Clunkers to Rosss. We'll be back in a minute. (Gets up with Monica to do so.)
Monica: (sliding into Joeys place on the couch to try and talk to Phoebe) Huh? Whatd ya say Joe? Ill be right there. (gets up and joins Joey)
Monica: Yeah.
Ross: Monica did it?
Ross: Monica?
Monica: Really?!
Monica: No. Why?
(Monica runs into the kitchen from the terrace.)
Monica: Oh my god, Joey, for all we know this guy could be horribly...
(Monica and Phoebe look at each other and leave the apartment again)
Monica: How can you tell? You can only see the back of his head!
[Scene: Central Perk, everyone is there as Chandler and Monica enter. Oh, and Joey is wearing a FDNY T-shirt to make this the first nod to the tragedy that Friends have made.]
Monica: And yet, were still poking him.
Monica: (Jumping up to make Rachel sit down) Okay, okay. I hate this.
Monica: Guys, you got your hair cut.
Monica: Did you make brownies today?
Monica and Phoebe: Hey!
Monica: Every year.
Monica and Ross: Yeah.
Rachel: Look Daddy, it's my life. Well maybe I'll just stay here with Monica.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's Apartment, everyone's there; Phoebe recites the last verse of a poem to Joey. This poem is known as "The Night Before Christmas" by Clement Clarke Moore, but it seems that it's rather "Account of a visit from St. Nicholas" by Henry Livingston.]
Monica: (shouting) Once!!
Monica: Phoebe.
Monica: Okay.
Monica: Huddle up.
Monica: Score!! 7 to nothing!
Monica: Break.
Monica: Okay, Phoebe you know what youre doing right?
MONICA: Chandler could you at least send some women to my party? [buzzer goes off] Alright that's Ross.
Monica: Losers walk!
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment. Monica and Richard are in Monica's bedroom.]