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Monica: (entering) Phoebe? (Phoebe comes back into the living room) Oh, Phoebe, I'm so sorry. Have you been here long?
Phoebe: Richard Simmons?! Oh my God!
Phoebe: Oh! Okay, that actually makes more sense. So how was it?
Phoebe: Oh, I can't believe you guys lasted a whole year!
Chandler: Oh, but it's not 'til tomorrow!
Monica: For this weekend! Oh gosh, it would be perfect, we get to see Joey plus we get to start our anniversary celebration on the plane. We can call it out plane-aversary.
Monica: Oh, he just doesn't want us to go through any trouble. Think of how excited he'll be when we go out and surprise him! Plus we get to have our own, ani-Vegas-ary! A-Nevadaversary!
Phoebe: Oh please, you are not gonna ditch again like you did with London.
Rachel: Oh no, wait a minute, wait, I've got a presentation tomorrow. I can't miss that.
Ross: Oh, but I've got tickets to the Van Gogh exhibit! I've been waiting like a year for this.
Phoebe: Oh yeah, so you can walk around naked.
Chandler: Okay! (He grabs his carryon and starts rummaging through it.) Oh man! Dont tell me I did this!
Monica: Oh that's okay. Dont worry about it, you can give it to me when we get back.
Phoebe: (sitting down) Oh good! All right, so you decided to tell him about the Richard thing.
Phoebe: Oh no. [The patented version.]
Chandler: Oh yeah! Yeah, so you-you bumped into Richard! You grabbed a bite! It's no big deal. (He still ain't happy.)
Rachel: (takes off her robe) Oh! Look what happened! {Don't get your hopes up guys, we only get to see her from the back or from the neck up. Its times like these I wish that the networks would broadcast some nudity other than Denis Franz's butt.} (In her head.) Huh, check me out! I'm in my kitchen naked! I'm picking up an orange. (Does so) I'm naked! (Goes into the living room) Lighting the candles, naked, and carefully. (She backs anything that might have a point like a candle on her body away.)
Ross: (in his head) Oh my God! That's Rachel naked! I can't look at that! I am looking at this. (Looks back at his book.) Okay, vivid colors, expressive brush strokesUnless she wants me to be looking at that. She knows I'm home. She knows I can see her. What kind of game is she playing? I think maybe someone's lonely tonight. Oh-ho, Dr. Geller! Stop it! You're being silly! Or, am I?
Ross: Oh so-so you weren't trying to entice me just now with your-your nakedness?
Rachel: (gasps) Oh God, you saw me?! Oh!
Rachel: Okay. Oh wait! One more thing umm, do-do we still need to uh settle the question of "us?"
Phoebe: For 99 cents, I'd eat you. (Sees the casino) Okay, I can totally settle down here. It's got everything I could ever want, including Joey! Look! (Points to Joey in his gladiator suit posing for a picture with two old ladies.) Oh! Look! Hi!
Chandler: Oh my God.
Monica: Oh y'know what? If you're gonna be acting like this all night, I really, I don't even want to be around you.
Rachel: What are you talking about Pheebs? (Takes out her compact) I don't (She gasps when she looks in the mirror and sees her face.) (To Ross) Oh my God, you drew on me?!
Phoebe: Oh. What's a lurker?
Ross: Oh my God! Rach-Rach, are-are-are you sure?
Ross: (on the phone) Yes, hello. I have a question. Umm, I used your pen to draw on my friend's face. (Listens) A beard and a moustache. (Listens and laughs) Thank you. (Rachel turns around and glares at him.) No, she didn't think so. (Listens) I know it's like (turns and sees Rachel staring at him and quickly changes the subject) anyway, umm well make-up didn't cover it and we've tried everything to get it off and nothing's worked. What-what do we do? (Listens) Yeah. (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) Yeah. (Listens) Oh! Okay. (Listens) Okay, thank you! (Rachel gets excited at his tone.) (Hangs up the phone) Yeah, it's not coming off.
Ross: Oh, come on! Rach, it's-it's not that bad.
Ross: Oh, hey y'know, they-they really overcharge you for that stuff. (Rachel glares at him.) But who cares?! Because it's all on me! (Rachel reaches into the fridge and pulls out two handfuls of those mini booze bottles.) (Watching her.) That is, one big drink!
Joey: (stopping him) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa-whoa! We could have our own show! Y'know we could clap our hands together people will love it! Huh? And-and-and I wrote a song for us! (Singing, to the tune of This Land is Your Land) This hand is your hand! This hand is my hand! Oh wait, that's your hand! No wait, it's my hand!
Rachel: Oh my God, I'm starting to look like my great aunt, Muriel.
Monica: Oh, that's because I had lunch with RichMe neither! Okay, what do I want now?
Phoebe: Oh well, lost again. (She gets up and slowly moves away. The lurker scurries in and takes her spot, only this time Phoebe set a trap for her and catches her in the act.) That's it! You and me, outside!
Phoebe: Oh, okay. (Walks out.)
Phoebe: Oh my God! May I just say that you two gentlemen have the exact same hands! They're identical! Now, I've never seen anything like that in the business world.
Joey: Me?! Oh come on, man! You can't do this! Come on! (Being dragged out by the guard) I'm your hand twin!!
Chandler: Oh, that's The Wedding March. Does, does that freak you out?
Dr. Long: (looks at her beeping pager) Oh, Ill be right back. And, uh, I know its really not my place, but please dont name your child Phoebo.
Monica: Oh wait.. What are you doing?
Chandler: (yawning) Oh, that's great.
Mrs. Geller: Sweetheart. Oh sorry were late, my fault, I insisted on riding the tube.
Amy: Oh come on, that was 20 years ago. Get over it.
Phoebe: Oh my god! Shouldn't we stop this?
Waiter: Oh, they�re both exclus�
Chandler: Oh yeah? Well thanks.
Ross: Now, hold on! Hold on! (Stops him) Look, look, your daughter and I are supposed to leave tonight for our honeymoon, now-now you-you tell her that Im gonna be at that airport and I hope that shell be there too! Oh yeah, I said Rachels name, but it didnt mean anything, Okay? Shes-shes just a friend and thats all! (Rachel sits down, depressed.) Thats all! Now just tell Emily that I love her and that I cant imagine spending my life with anyone else. Please, promise me that youll tell her that.
Ross: Oh good, you scared me for a minute.
ROSS: Oh, it's fine.� Actually, I, I invited Mike over.
MONICA: Oh.
JOEY: Oh, I thought I heard a man's voice before.
Monica: (looking out of the window) Oh my God. You guys! You gotta come see this! There's some creep out there with a telescope!
RACHEL: Oh.� (to Phoebe) Should we send them something back?
RACHEL: Oh God.� It seems like forever ago.
PHOEBE: Oh my God!� I love things.� What happened?
Monica: Oh sure, now you�re Mister Sensitivity. But when you wanted to have sex right after my uncle�s funeral
Phoebe: Oh Joey, Im so sorry. You want some of my breakfast?
Phoebe: Eh, Monica it, it feels so weird, y'know, Chandlers your friend... (hops onto the bed) Oh! Oh my God! Aw, all right take this bed, you can make other friends.
RACHEL: Oh, thanks.
Rachel: (yelling from the living room) Oh wait-wait-wait!! No! Dont go in there! Dont go in there! I need another soda!
Chandler: Oh, I'm so glad we cleared that up. Look, I'm sorry, some things are different for men and for women.
MIKE: (In the hall, relieved) Oh.
Phoebe: Ooh, is that spelled with a C or a K? Oh my God! It doesnt matter; theyre both great!
Ross: (on machine) "Hey Ross, it's you!" (Hits the stop button) Oh yeah, no that's-that's an old message, nobody needs to hear that.
RACHEL: Oh . . .
PHOEBE: Oh.
ROSS: Oh God.� (He hugs Rachel)
RACHEL: Oh, around 8:30?
RACHEL: Oh, it was so much fun.� It felt so good to be out.
Phoebe: Oh, I like my job.
Joey: (on phone) Well, so anyway Beth, what Im saying is I shouldve considered your feelings before I went home with you that night. Ive ah, Ive recently learned whats it like to be on your side of it, and Im sorry. So, do you think you can forgive me? (listens) Great. Thanks. Okay, bye. (He sits down and crosses out something, and dials the phone again.) Hello, Jennifer? (listens) Oh hi, Mrs. Loreo, is Jennifer there? (listens) Oh, shes not home huh? (listens) Well ah, actually I kinda need to talk to you too.
Phoebe: Oh no, we have to!
Ross: Oh my God. Ohh, my little sister and my best friend shaking up. Oh, thats great. Thats great. (Kisses and hugs her.)
Chandler: Oh well, that, that makes it not terrible.
Rachel: Oh.
Rachel: Oh, it's a Macy's bag!
Frank Sr.: Y'know, I don't think I want the lipstick that much. (Gets up to leave.) But umm Oh, would you do me a favor? And umm, would you, would you give Lilly that, please? (Hands her a note.)
Janice: Oh. Oh I just cannot believe Clark stood me up!
Ross: Oh, nothin much. Just trying to figure out what Im gonna do for dinner.
Phoebe: Oh yeah! I'd let him check out my kitchen floors.
Rachel: Alright thanks, oh Ross could you stop by the coffee house and get me a muffin?
Wendy: Oh. - What's *that* like?
Ross: Oh yeah, nobody knows. And we're not supposed to ask.
RACHEL: Oh, God, no problem. So you're gonna go with the uh, waiting thing?
Rachel: Yes, okay, oh, by the way, I just gotta say, I think it's really nice of you that even after you've moved, you still keep storing that stuff for Joey!
Ross: Oh my god...
Rachel: Oh wow, it's so beautiful...
Monica: Oh my god!
Ross: Oh, hey...
Rachel: Okay, oh, here's what you do. Just act like everything around you turns you on.
Rachel: Oh, wow, Molly is just great!
Phoebe: (relived) Oh, whew, no, that's Bob.
Rachel: Oh wow, you are really, you're really a creep.
Ross: Oh, I'm sorry, did I say "invest it"? I meant "be cool and piss it all away" (Joey and Chandler pleased)
Phoebe: (finding something interesting in the trash can) Oh my God!
Phoebe: No ones here! (Monica looks at her.) Oh damnit!
Phoebe: Oh my god, we killed Bob!
Chandler: Oh. You mind if I join you?
Phoebe: Oh right, like theyre gonna let me have a passport.
Rachel: Oh, give me! (opens the box happily, then gets freaked and throws away the box, she and Mon jump up the sofa)
Monica: Oh, you're welcome for the party. I'm glad you're having a good time.
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
Chandler: I was not and oh God, shh!
Rachel: Oh, you bought me a present! Why?
Rachel: (looking at the speed dial) Oh, I win! Hes got Barneys on his speed dial.
Joey: Oh man! I have to get those done too?!
Phoebe: Oh my god.
Monica: Oh yeah...So how did you end up kissing?
Phoebe: (shocked) Oh, well, it's a shame that you-that you miss the movie 'cause we were gonna see, you know, either "Liar, Liar" or "Betrayal", or... "An Affair To Remember".
Joey: Oh good...
JULIE: Um, oh, I don't know. I mean, it's definitely weird not being with Ross, but I guess I'm doing OK. Actually I've got some of his stuff that he, um....
Sonia: Oh absolutely.
Chandler: Oh my God, honey we are so meant to be together. We both have copies of the Annie soundtrack.
Chandler: Oh, we wanted to finish the crossword before we went to bed. Hey, do you know a six-letter word for red?
Rachel: Oh no no no
Eric: Oh I feel very lucky, shes great. I think shes the most beautiful woman Ive ever seen.
Rachel: People keep saying that. Oh I'm sorry Gavin
Phoebe: Hi hi...Oh you have got to sing.
Phoebe: Oh, its Ross on one of his drives!
Joey: Oh my God!
Will: Oh, Ill-Ill be fine. Just God I hate her Ross! I hate her!
Monica: Oh, I still cant believe my dad saw us having sex! He didnt make it to one of piano recitals, but this he sees!
Ross: Oh, yeah, yeah that�s Michelle.
Ross: Oh, yeah, hello, well, now, here I am.
Ross: Oh, just this woman I�ve been seeing.
Rachel: Oh, hey! Hi, there you are, I�ve been looking for you everywhere!
Rachel: Please. I haven't heard from her in seven months, and now she calls me? I mean, what else is it about? Oh! She was my best friend, you guys! We went to camp together... she taught me how to kiss..
Phoebe: Oh you�ll probably take care of that on your hands.
Chandler: Oh my God!
Michelle: You feel that too? Oh, I thought that was just me!
Ross: Oh, really!
Ross: Oh, really!
Rachel: Oh yeah.
Rachel: Oh God. You know what? Who you think you are? Who are you to decide what messages I should or should not get?
Monica: Oh my God, what a fun day! That sounds great!
JULIE: So is there like a story or do they just stard doing it right. . . oh, never mind.
Monica: Oh my god.
Monica: Oh, it's perfect.