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Rachel: Okay, um, I...(Phoebe walks into her room.) All right Phoebe look, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. OK? I handled the situation horribly and I should not have lied to you.
Rachel: Well, y'know, the reason I didn't wanna go running with you is because um, well y'know the way that you run is a little...(Starts flapping her arms)
SUSIE: Well I was thinking it would be um, kind of sexy if you wore mine tonight, at dinner.
RACHEL: Well, um, first he told me he liked how I looked.� And, ah, then we had a little . . . um . . . eye-contact.
Rachel: Um... my... father.
Cheryl: Okay, um, don't take this the wrong way, but your place kinda has a weird smell.
Monica: Oh, then you do know it. (pause) So um what kind of things do you write about?
Carol: No, actually, um, we talked about Helen Willick-Bunch.
PHOEBE: So, um, have you told your parents?
Phoebe: Does, um, anyone wanna see?
Phoebe: No that's just me coughing! (Doing some weird coughing noises and the dog barks again. Phoebe comes out of the room.) Oh, good, there you are! Listen, um, I have a dog in my room.
MONICA: Alright, I'll tell you what. I'll come get you in 5 minutes with some sort of um, kabob emergency.
Phoebe: Yeah? I know! I know! Uh huh? Listen why dont we just um, sit and relax? You know just be with each other. Quietly!
Monica: Um, well, I was going to, I-I-I really was. But um, then somewhere, just out of nowhere, I didnt.
Rachel: Oh Amy, don't cry Amy. Um.. Ross, could I talk to you in private?
Rachel: Oh! Well, um.. (Grabs his forehand) You've got plugs!
Phoebe: Hmmm? Yeah. So, um, is she fat?
Rachel: Um... Ross?
Ross: Um, see, but thats not the final draft.
Ross: Okay. Um is he a good guy?
Rachel (as Monica): You know what, it's feeling a lot better, thank you, um... Well, listen, why don't you two sit down and, and we'll get you some glasses... okay... (They don't know what to do with their coats and Monica points to the living room) STAT!
Ross: (a little confused) Okay, um... I don't want her watching our baby.
Girl: Um, leave.
ROSS: Um, just some presents.
Phoebe: Okay, um, stay.
Monica: Anyway um, when he left he forgot to take the poem with him. Now, I am like totally dense about poetry, but I think it's pretty good all right. Check it out. (hands them the poem)
ROSS: Um . . . ah . . . you know, I'm divorced.� Um, Phoebe, ah . . . Phoebe said you . . . You've been divorced?
Phoebe: Excuse me. Excuse me! (Mrs. Bukart stops singing) Thanks. Um, clearly this is a very, very hard time for you. Um, but, um, we provided a service, and we deserve to be paid because you ate that service, and, um, we are not leaving here until we're paid every penny. 'Cause you know what, lady? We're part time caterers, and we have no place else to go.
Monica: Um, I'm not actually Amish.
Ursula: Yeah, um, may we help you?
Ross: Um... uh.... vulva.
Jamie: Um, excuse me.
Ross: (panicked) Er.... um.....
Rachel: Well, I-I-I don't know how this fits into your whole "seizing" thing but um, Emily called you today.
PHOEBE: Just, you know, to see... um.
Ursula: Um, yeah, um, twin thing.
PHOEBE: Um, I'm gonna have a cup of the cucumber soup, and, um, take care.
PHOEBE: Oh OK. So, um, the cat stinks but you love it, let's go.
Phoebe: So, um, are you gonna call him?
Phoebe: (as Ursula) Listen, um...
Ross: Um. I know it says black tie optional, but, um this may be pushing it a little, um.
ROSS: No, um, see 'cause that, that is, that is the staging area. If you go in there, it'll ruin the whole illusion of the party. Yeah, I think you take your scotch back in there and I will get your cigarettes for you sir.
Rachel: Um, what- what would make you think that?
Ross: Um uh Were-were just having this baby together but uh, uh thats all.
Rachel: You are. Well, um... We, we, we were just... Wow!
Ross: Well... you never know. How's, um.. how's the family?
Monica: (as Rachel) Um, okay. You just called a little while ago about needing a signature on the admissions form. Well, it turns out we need a whole new one (little laugh) because uh, you see, I-I, I put the wrong name again. (Little laugh) 'cause um...
Rachel: Yeah, Im doing okay. Im um lets talk.
Ross: Um, in Phoebe's room. You can't go in there.
Rachel: Okay, I'm not just waitressing. I'm.. I, um... I write the specials on the specials board, and, uh... and I, uh... I take the uh dead flowers out of the vase... Oh, and, um, sometimes Artelle lets me put the little chocolate blobbies on the cookies.
Chandler: (panicked) ahem... um... Crystal duck.
Rachel: Um, excuse me, everyone. Ah, this is my last night working here, and I ah, just wanted say that I made some really good friends working here, and ah, its just time to move on. (at the counter Gunther starts to cry and runs into the back room) Ah, and no offence to everybody who ah, still works here, you have no idea how good it feels to say that as of this moment I will never have to make coffee again.
Joey: Um, this?
Monica: Um, Pennsylvania Dutch.
Monica: Ok, um, I'll go with you.
RACHEL: Um, everyone?
Phoebe: Oh! (sits down) Ok, um, ok, um,
RACH: Well. [looks at watch] Woah, look at that! I gotta go, I gotta date. With a man. Um, OK, you guys have a really, uh, have a really good night and you two have a, uh, have a, uh, really good cat. [she leaves carrying her tray then comes back in] OK, we're not supposed to take these when we leave.
Phoebe: Oh, okay, umm, hi kids! Um, it's me, Aunt Phoebe. I can't wait to see you. Please don't hurt me!
Ross: Yeah, i-it's for the museum. Someone found a bone, we want the bone, but they don't want us to have the bone, so I'm going over there to try to persuade them to give us the boit'sit's a whole big bone thing. Anyway, I'm gonna be gone for like, uh... like a week, so, uh, if you wanna reach me, y-you can't. So here's my itinerary (hands a sheet of paper to Monica). Um... here's a picture of me... (hands it to Monica)
MICH: Um, cheers.
MICH: Um, maybe 15, 16 years.
Ross: I'm having a son. Um...
PHOE: Um, cake.
Phoebe: (on phone, in 'Katelynn's' voice) 'Hi, I have Phoebe Buffay returning a page. Okay, well, um, she's in her car I'll have to patch you through.'
Phoebe: Um, were you planning on kissing me ever?
Ross: Anyway.. um.. (Starts to sweep.) So, you- uh- you nervous about Barry tomorrow?
Amy: Um... Charlie, this is Rachel's sister Amy. Amy, this is Charlie.
PHOE: Rachel? Um, hi.
PHOEBE: Right. My name was on there, but now it just says "carrot cake". So, um, so um, how many chords do you know?
Ross: So um...Thanksgiving. The holiday season is upon us, hm?
Ross: Yeah, um, I don't know if you noticed, but he had a lot to drink, and you know how he gets when he's drun..uh... (He has caught sight of Joey scowling at him) I can't do this, I did it, it was me, I'm sorry, I kissed your mom.
Ross: Still, you- you say Minnie, you hear Mouse. Um, how about, um.. how about Julia?
Rachel: Look, um, I think we should talk about what happened on the terrace.
PHOEBE: OK, um, I'm gonna play, um, some songs about grandparents, OK. [singing] Now, grandma's a person who everyone likes, she bought you a train and a bright, shiny bike. But lately she hasn't been coming to dinner, And last time you saw her she looked so much thinner. Now, your mom and your dad said she moved to Peru, but the truth is she died and some day you will too. La-la-la la la-la-la la la-la-la la...
MONICA: Listen, um honey, I appreciate this but you don't have to keep hanging out with them for me, I mean, they have each other.
Ross: Okay. Um, how about these? (Holds out a pair)
MONICA: OK, um. Goodbye.
Monica: Ethan, it's um... it's icky.
Ross: Uh.. uh.. Well, Joey and I had discussed getting in an early morning racquetball game. But, um, apparently, somebody overslept.
Monica: Anyway, Ross and I were always captains, and um, it got kindve competitive and one year, Geller Bowl VI, I accidentally broke Rosss nose.
Phoebe: Oh, Im so sorry. Um, and maybe Im wrong! I butyknow Im gonna go out with him again, Ill find out more.
CAROL: Oh, right. Um, I've got some news. It's about us.
GUNTHER: Um [gestures to dance floor]
RACH: Um, Russ, you ready?
Phoebe: Um, we went shopping for um, for, fur.
ROSS: Uhh, hey look, I don't really enjoy being with other men that way. But, um, zoo dollars?
Rachel: So, um, will you bring the truck?
Rachel: So, um, did she...
Monica: Well, every, every Thanksgiving um, we used to have a touch football game called the Geller Bowl.
Phoebe: Ooh, sorry. Um, and, and then you put your arms around me. And then you put your arms around me. (He does so) And, um, and then you tell me that you love me and you'll never forget me.
Ross: How, how, um how can you not be going?
Monica: Oh, um, around 8:02. We ah, talked for a little while, and then um, we went out for an innocent burger.
DUNCAN: Um, now. Phoebs.
RACH: Oh, that's um, interesting.
PHOEBE: Ok, this is a typical lightning-bearer thing. Right there, it's like, um, 'Hello, who wants one of my fallic shaped man cakes?'
Phoebe: Um, yeah sure. Why you wanna call your Mom?
Rachel: Um, hum.
Phoebe: Um, yeah, you want Ursula, and I'm Phoebe. Twin sisters! Seriously.
Phoebe: Okay, um, oh, the zoo commercial.
Phoebe: Oh, I was just here looking for, um, my um, my part of an old sandwich. Oh, here it is! Oh. (picks one up out of the garbage can.)
Ross: My way?! You-you think this is my way? Believe me, of all the ways I ever imagined this moment in my life being, this is not my way- y'know what? Uh, um, this is too hard. I'm not, I can't do-