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The Director: (entering carrying a newspaper) Here we go people! (starts reading the review) Boxing Day! The Lucille Lortel Theatre, blah-la-la-la Ah-ha! Joey Tribianni, gives an uneven performance, but Mr. Tribianni is not the worst thing in this production.
Ross: You dont want to believe me, Im Mr. Funny to you. Mr. Funny (turns around and almost spills his coffee on Tommy)
Tommy: (noticing the chick) Ooh, hey! Hey, there little fella. (picks up the chick) Mr. Fuzzy-Man, how are you doing? (starts to pet him) Aww. (The chick poops on his hand.) Eww! Oh! Eww! Gross! Idiot!! Stupid little, fuzzy, yellow creature!! Oh look at me, Im so cute, Im a little chick whos disgusting! God, youre so stupid, how are you not yet extinct!! (the duck wattles behind him and quacks) (to the duck) Quack-quack, quack-quack!! What are you quacking about?! Dumb Donald Doo-Doo!!
Tommy: Ooh, sorry little Mr. Chic-A-Dee, sorry you went doody in my hand! (starts to walk out and stops) (to Rachel) Well, I guess were not going out anymore. Whaa!!!
Sarah: Really Mr. Geller, you dont have to do this.
Rachel: Joey! Joey, good one! (Mr. Thompson starts to laugh.)
Mr. Thompson: Thats good. Very good! (Walks away.)
Mr. Bowmont: Thats me.
Joey: Uhh, excuse me is there a Mr. Bowmont at this table?
Mr. Geller: (entering) Hi Rachel.
Mr. Thompson: Congratulations on your new boat, Joey Tribbiani!!
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think so dear.
MR. GELLER: It's the off light. Right Ross? [pans over to see Ross with an afro and moustache]
Mr. Bowmont: I was actually relieved uh I didnt win the boat. My wife wouldve killed me.
Mr. Geller: We have it. Only now, we call it the beach house.
Mr. Geller: What?! They wanted a scary story!
[Scene: The Geller household, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. The doorbell rings.]
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, is tied up alongside the pier; Joey and Rachel are relaxing.]
ROSS: Ohh, big smoker. [Packs the cigarettes and flings one on Mrs. Greene in the process. Finally gets one in his mouth and it look really out of place] Big big smoker. In fact I'm gonna go ou into the hallway and fire up this bad boy. [as he walks into the hall, he comes face to face with Mr. Greene]
(Mr. Thompson looks shocked and at Rachel, she suddenly starts laughing.)
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
Monica: Excuse me Mr. Mexico.
Mr. Geller: It seemed like such a simple idea.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's party. Mr. Geller and a friend are questioning Richard while Ross observes.]
Mr. Tribbiani: No, it's only been six years. I just wanted to put a nice memory in your head so you'd know that I wasn't always such a terrible guy. ...Joe. Y'ever been in love?
Mr. Treeger:: Okay ahh, well, just ahh, follow my lead. (Turns on some music)
Chandler: He had sex with Mr. Girabaldi!
MR. GELLER: Your mother's right. Take her, you can wear my tux.
Ross: Ooh, well. Ah, I kinda have got a lot on my plate right now, not that I wouldn't love a weekend in the country with a strange man. (Mr. Oberblau giggles)
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont (Joeys boat), shes shown to be in one of the waterways around New York, but in reality shes in a sound stage on the Warner Bros. lot and we see New York from the water in some rather poor green screen shots. Rachel and Joey are on board.]
(They start towards the door but are stopped when Mr. Zelner enters.)
Mr. Zelner: Uh actually, Id like to speak with both of you.
Mr. Zelner: Hello Rachel, you uh, got a minute?
Mr. Zelner: You wrote that you have a cute touchie?
Tag: (interrupting) Uh Mr. Zelner, Im the one who filled in that evaluation.
Joey: Who cares?! I-Ill make payments, whatever it takes, I want the Mr. Bowmont!!
Mr. Douglas: Its pretty ugly. We havent seen an ANUS this bad since the seventies.
Rachel: Someone? I brought people. Mr. Thompson, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, this is Mr. Thompson. (She introduces them.) Hes the head of my department.
Mr. Treeger:: No! Youre clogging up the chute that I spent a half-hour unclogging!
Mr. Geller: Sure!
MR. TREEGER: He musta been sweepin'. They found a broom in his hand.
MR. TREEGER: There she is. And over there, that's the other one. This is Mr. Buddy Boyle, Mr. Heckles' attorney. He'd like to talk to you.
Mr. Geller: Im here!
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think shed like that.
Joshua: Yeah, that would be fantastic! My-my nephew is crazy about the Knicks! This is fantastic, thank you so much Rachel. (He takes the tickets and leaves as Mr. Waltham returns.)
Mr. Geller: So its just your mother then.
Mr. Geller: Great!
Mr. Geller: Really?
Mr. Geller: Oh my God, does she really thinks that?
Mr. Geller: Crap.
Mr. Geller: Its the key to my Porsche. Well, the key to your Porsche.
Mr. Treeger:: Look come on, eh, just ah, just ah, put your arms around me, eh.
Mr. Geller: You dont secretly smoke do you?
Mr. Geller: (overacting) Thats a good one! Do you hear that Ross? Three days!
Mr. Geller: Oh, yeah you loved that glove! You took it every place you went. You never went any place without that glove.
(Joey walks away and Mr. and Mrs. Geller walk up. Mr. Geller is wearing this ancient velvet tuxedo.)
Monica: (on phone) Awww, y'know what your nickname is, Mr. Big
MR. GELLER: I tell you, I've never seen him this happy.
Mr. Geller: Oh look, look theres your old makeup kit!
Mr. Franklin: But we really do need to find someone up here. The work is starting to pile up. Ive got a stack of documents on my desk this high. (Holds his hand at shoulder level.)
[the guys form a wall between Mrs Geller and Mr Geller and dance across the hall as he walks across]
Mr. Geller: Im afraid so.
Mr. Geller: (grabbing a glove) This couldve been hers!
Rachel: Oh. (they knock at the next door, Mr. Heckles answers) Hi. We just found this cat and we're looking for the owner.
Mr. Kaplan: Im not supposed to drink coffee, it makes me gassy.
Monica: Whos Mr. Girabaldi?
Mr. Bing: (entering) Hello all!
MR. GELLER: You're the twinkie?
Mr. Kaplan: (entering) Hows that coffee comin, dear?
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Bing! (Walks away.)
Monica: Hi Mr. Bing.
[Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller talking to Ross.]
(Mr. and Mrs. Geller start to walk away.)
Mr. Geller: What?! Ive never seen one before!
Mr. Bing: Yes! Although, I think we may be seeing a little too much of some people. Arent you a little old to be wearing a dress like that?
Chandler: Thats Mr. Girabaldi playing the piano.
Mr. Geller: Doctor Ross Geller.
Mr. Geller: Im sorry we cant store your childhood things anymore.
Mr. Burgin: Well just grab some food and take it with us right upstairs, and well be right out of you hair.
Mr. Geller: I thought he was with you.
Mr. Bing: But that was after the wedding, its not bad luck then.
Mr. Geller: You cant ask us son, thats cheating.
(Mr. Geller turns the corner.)
Mr. Geller: I remember when we first got engaged.
Mr. Geller: of course you can kick his ass son.
Mr. Geller: You stole my moves. (He starts to dance like Chandler was and Chandler stops.)
Mr. Burgin: I like her. She sees smart.
Mr. Geller: (To Monica) Why dont we take it for a spin?
(Mr. Geller dances over.)
MR. GELLER: You know, that Steffi Graf has quite a tush. I'm just saying, it's right there.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Mr. Treeger has finished inspecting Monica and Chandlers apartment.]
Paul: Yeah Ross its okay, its me, Mr. Stevens.
Mr. Treeger: Anyway uh, Ill get moving on that new door.
Joey: I wanna be mr. Wigglemunch. (and makes a "there" nod to Ross)
Mr. Treeger: Namaste. (Bows.)
Mr. Geller: (filming this) Hey Chandler, you cant keep your hands off her for one second!
Mr. Franklin: Oh then you know each other.
Mr. Geller: (To Ross) Screw it! Im having one. (Takes out and lights a cigarette.)
MR. GELLER: [enters with his bat] Found it.
Mr. Treeger: You said there was a gas leak in here.
Mr. Franklin: Youre a joker Bing. (Walks away.)
Dr. Green: This is nice. I pay two hundred dollars for dinner, you put down twenty, and you come out looking like Mr. Big Shot. You really want to be Mr. Big Shot? Here, Ill tell you what, you pay the whole bill, Mr. Big Shot, all right. (rips up the bill, and throws it at Ross, then leaves)
Mr. Geller: Well, I used your boxes to divert water away from the Porsche.
Mr. Treeger:: Ahh, forget it! Ill never be any good at this, my mom was right, Im just a big potato with arms, and legs, and a head.