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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: 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.]
[cut to Ross and Monica.]
(Monica enters, wearing a walkman, so she doesn't hear what the others say)
Monica: Wow, what?
Monica: Pulling what? Its second down.
Monica: No its not, its second.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's apartment. Ross is on the phone.]
CHANDLER: Yeah, Ross can't go so it's between my friend Eric Prower who has breath issues and Dan with the poking. [starts poking Monica in the shoulder] 'Did you see that play? Do you want some more beer? Is that Spike Lee?'
Monica: Run, Phoebe, run!
Monica: Does so count!
Monica: After the snap!
[cut to Monica and Rachels.]
Monica: Because the winner gets this!
Monica: No its not! You want it, youre gonna have to win it!
Monica: Break!
Monica: I don't know what else to say.
Monica: Were sorry honey.
MONICA: Shut up, the camera adds ten pounds.
Phoebe: Monica, Monica, you know what gets out hummus.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Ross and Monica are eating breakfast as Joey enters, very happily.]
Monica: Ohhh, oh my God! Oh my God! She knows about us!
Monica: All right then.
Ross: Fine, fine, Rachel your with Monica, Joey youre with me.
(We hear the guys start to attack him, but the guy manages to calm them down and gets them to agree to what he did. Monica throws up her hands in disgust.)
Rachel: I did!! I watched! I watched! I watched Monica bang his head against that thing!
[Scene: Their Building, Monica and Rachel are going to apologize to Danny. Rachel knocks on his door, which he opens and he has this really bushy beard and long hair. Picture Paul Bunyan.]
Monica (as Rachel): ..well, why don't you tell them? After all it, is your ankle.
MONICA: No, no, not a party. Just a surprise gathering of some people Rachel knows. Um, this is Phoebe and Chandler and Joey.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Chandler is writing a letter by the bay window as Rachel enters.]
MONICA: Wow, all you need now is The Killing Fields and some guacamole and you've got yourself a part-ay.
Joey: No, I'm not questioning it, I'm saying it's stupid! (Notices Monica standing between them and smiling.) What?! (The camera clicks, taking another picture.)
Monica: Honey, theres a reason.
Monica: No! Im not okay!
Monica: Oh, well, I bought Chandler a five hundred dollar watch and he wrote me a rap song.
Monica: Okay Ben, why don't you come open some more presents, and Santa, the Armadillo and I have a little talk in the kitchen? There's a sentence I'd never thought I'd say.
Monica: Break!
Monica: All right, Phoebe get open. Rachel, go long.
Monica: Ow!!
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel, Phoebe, Chandler, and Joey are eating Thanksgiving dinner.]
Monica: Let go!
Monica: No!
Monica: Let go!
Monica: And Rachel. (Chandler clears his voice loudly) And thats Chandler.
Monica: Hi Chandler. It's really nice to see you (rolls her eyes) NOT. (she and Rachel giggle a little and Chandler looks unimpressed)
Monica: Let me think. Oh, when I was younger I used to dream that I got married to Mayor McCheese, and on our wedding night I ate his head.
Monica: I'm so sorry, I can't believe I did this, but I couldn't stop laughing at your Norman Mailer story.
Monica: (entering) Did I miss it? (Phoebe nods no.) Rachel, I-I want you to know that, if its positive, were gonna
Monica: (entering) Ross (who has his foot on the coffee table), foot on the floor or come over no more!
MONICA: What if they get mixed up?
[Scene: The 50's theme cafe. Monica is working the grill, the rest are at a table.]
Monica: Well, no, not at all, you're not terminal, you just, you just need some damage control.
Ross: Hey-hey, its valid okay? And Im not the only one who thinks so, Monica agrees with me.
Monica: Very bad.
Monica: Chandler!!
Monica: No.
Monica: Dont, dont, dont, dont, dont do this.
Monica: Did he just say Monica bang?
Monica: (laughs) Yknow what? I-I dont want a big, fancy wedding.
MONICA: And then he told me he would run away with me, and he didn't. [throws water in his face]
Monica: Wha... How the hell is that gonna help?
Monica: What?
Monica: Youre right, Im sorry. Its not like youre yknow, going out with an ex-girlfriend.
Monica: Oh, is that so? Ok. If that's really what you want, then here... I give you the headset. Well, I don't really want to give you the headset. Well I guess if you're taking over, you should probably return these messages. (hands her a stack of papers with messages and calls to return)
Monica: I heard that!
Chandler: Our balcony? Seriously? That's so funny because I told Monica we should put lights on our balcony. And she said"No, no. It's too cold, nobody will go out there." And I said "Maybe if we put some light out there they will"
Monica: If you would stop thinking about Ross for one minute you would notice that there are great guys everywhere! I mean, look! Look, Gunther! (Gunther turns to listen in.) I mean, he's nice, he's cute.
Monica: Well yknow, Im just-Im just worried that bosses will see them and think they pay you too much money. Or! Or your assistant will see them and-and want a raise!
Monica: Werent you nine?!
Monica: Christmas cookie?
Monica: (very emotional) Because... We may not be who she thinks we are but no-one will ever love that baby more than us.
Monica: Is this the one that I threw out last year?
(Phoebe gets up from the table, and while her back is turned, Rachel and Monica indicate via sign language that they each would have picked the other.)
[Sequence 2: Monica runs upfield and stops, waiting for a pass. Ross runs over and pulls her pants down, steps in front of her and intercepts the pass.]
Monica: Whew. Although yknow, this is part of a salt and pepper set. I mean I guess yknow it may just count as a half a present. What do you think?
Monica: (she reaches out for it and stops) Oh God! I gotta go! (runs out)