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RICHARD: Ok. Ahh. One of my things is, I always separate my sweat socks from my dress socks.
Chandler: No, we'll-we'll bring it back! Just put it under your dress.
Joshua: Gloves. Brown, leather dress gloves.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica is putting away the wedding dress, finally.]
Ross: Yeahoh! Hey listen umm, Emily found this wedding dress in London
The Saleslady: Yes! I have it right here. (Phoebe and Monica both gasp at the dress.) Would you like to try it on Ms. Waltham?
Monica: All right. (Goes to take off the dress.)
Joey: Well, maybe I can help. (he grabs her head passionately, closes his eyes and kisses... Ross in Rachel's dress! He realises it too late, and when he does, pushes Ross's/Rachel's head away)
Rachel: Yeah, I did. I needed my lucky dress.
Monica: This isnt even my dress.
Ross: Yeah, but it didnt fit. Well, luckily theres a store here that has one left in her size, but Im the groom, Im not supposed to see the dress
Phoebe: Its not kicking me, its kicking one of the other babies. Oh (looks down her dress)! Dont make me come in there!
Monica: Hey! (She jumps up and throws Emilys wedding dress into Rachels room.)
Rachel: Huh. Except, Phoebes not gonna be the one that gets to dress them.
Monica: Oh, yes, umm, Im here to pick up a dress that you have on hold.
Monica: What-what's the matter? Is there, is there something on my dress? (She turns around making sure he gets a good look.)
[Time lapse. Monica is wearing the dress and starring at herself in the mirror.]
Rachel: Okay? Whoa, wait! (She undoes one button on Phoebe's dress.)
Chandler: You just, you look so different! Terrific! That dress! That body!
Monica: Does she use the cups? Yes! I believe she does. Does she use the plates? Yes! I believe she does. (Looks at the wedding dress and stops.)
(A woman enters wearing a wet wedding dress and frantically starts to look around.)
Phoebe: Joey! (Examining the dress.) Wow, you didnt rip off any buttons.
Phoebe: We, you know, we’re different! We don’t care about having a huge party. (She picks up the veil) This is really nice for you, but, oh, please, I put this on? (she puts it on) And, ow, I look (she looks her reflex image on a toaster), why, well, radiant. (pause) All right, well, who cares, I don’t need a pretty veil and a fancy dress.
Rachel: No-n-n-n-no! I am finally thinking clearly. My lucky dress wasnt working out to well for me, but for four years, this baby never missed.
Joey: And then, then he could use his teeth, his teeth to undo her dress, and, and, and bite her!
Paul: Im thinking that you are looking really fine it that dress.
Phoebe: (seeing her dress) Oh God. So-so youre making porn movies.
Chandler: You know what, okay, fine. Don't get up, you just sit right there. I just hope, you don't mind, you know, my hand right here. (holds his hand a couple of inches in front of Joey's face) Op, not touching, can't get mad! Not touching can't get mad! Not touching can't get mad! (Joey flings some dip onto Phoebe's dress)
Monica: Have you found your dress yet?
Monica: This is my dress!
(Another woman walks past Rachel carrying a wedding dress.)
[Time lapse, inside the store, Monica is frantically looking for her dress.]
Phoebe: Did you find the dress?
Monica: (handing Phoebe the dress) Go! Go! Go!
Monica: What am I gonna do?! That is the dress! That is the dress! Wh Chandler wants the band. What do I do?
CHANDLER: Well, I think you should seriously consider the marriage thing, give Rachel another chance to dress up like Princess Bubble Yum.
Chandler: Did your Dad ever dress up like Santa?
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel are admiring Monicas wedding dress.]
Monica: Are you gonna dress up as Santa?
Rachel: So, does this (The dress) come in another color or (The store owner walks away.)
RACHEL: (after a pause with everyone staring at her, she goes up to the microphone) Ya, know what Barr, I'm not gonna leave. I probably should, but I'm not, see 'cause I promised myself that I would make it through at least *one* of your weddings (da-doom-chesh). See now, tonight, all I really wanted was to make it though this evening with a little bit of grace and dignity. Well (laughing), I guess we can all agree that's not gonna happen. There's nothing really left to say except....(starts singing) "Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl. With yellow feathers (band joins in), feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there. She would..."
Monica: No, Im wearing a wedding dress.
Chandler: Theres gonna be a wedding. Youre gonna be the bride. Two hundred people are going to be looking at you in a clean white dress.
Phoebe: Listen! You have to help me pick a dress 'cause I'm meeting Mike's parents tonight! (Rachel gasps)
Chandler: Oh you got a wedding dress? Thats great!
Chandler: Oh thats great! Great! Thanks! But that dress I mean its like yuck! Its terrible! It makes me wanna just rip it right off of you!
Phoebe: You guys! You guys! You don't have to fight over her anymore. (she goes out into the hallway and enters with an even more hideous painting/collage. One of those faceles mannequins heads wearing a blueish dress and orange gloves reaching out into the room. Around the head 3 small dolls are hovering.) Whoever doesn't get Gladys gets Glynnis. (Rachel and Monica are gasping for air at the sight of this monstrous piece of art.)
Monica: So what! As long as hes not wearing a white dress and a veil I dont care.
Phoebe: Joey! (Examining the dress.) Wow, you didnt rip off any buttons.
Mrs. Bing: Dont you have a little too much penis to be wearing a dress like that?
Monica: You didnt dress up either?!
Monica: All right, Im gonna go steam my wedding dress okay? Who wants the responsibility of making sure nothing happens to it?
(Monica enters wearing her wedding dress.)
Monica: He is the man in the black dress.
Chandler: Mom. Thanks for wearing something. (They hug.) (Shes wearing a tight dress with a lot of cleavage showing.)
Chandler: You look beautiful. Is this new? (Her dress.)
Chandler: Okay before we start the celebration, Monica has to go put on her party dress.
Rachel: Please tell me youre not gonna dress up like a dinosaur.
[Starts to walk down the aisle, unfortunately she doesn't realize that her dress is bunched up in her underwear and her butt is showing.]
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?
Mrs. Geller: Well, he better not come by here. He cant see the bride in the wedding dress.
Phoebe: Okay, so... allright... Which dress? (she holds up two 'Phoebe' dresses, Rachel and Monica look at them... taking their time, don't wanting to hurt Phoebe) You can say "neither".
Chandler: I havent seen this dress.
Phoebe: Mon, maybe one of these guys wants to wear your dress.
Chandler: No, we'll-we'll bring it back! Just put it under your dress.
Mrs. Bing: As I recall when we got married, I saw the groom in the wedding dress.
Monica: No. No. Not it. Not it. Not it. (Checks another rack and another woman tries to reach around her.) (To the woman) Dont crowd me! (Finds it) This is it! This is the dress! Oh my God, its perfect! (She takes it off of the rack and someone has a hold of it on the other side of the rack and tugs on it.) Im sorry, this ones taken! (The other woman tugs harder pulling Monica through the rack.) Whoa!
Phoebe: Monica slow down! Ok? I'm just excited to be living with him. You know I mean, I don't know, Can I see someday being married to Mike? Sure! Yeah. Y'know..I can picture myself walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that highlights my breasts in an obvious yet classy way. But do I want that house in Connecticut...you know..near the good schools where Mike and I can send Sophie and Mike Junior.. Oh my god I do.
Monica: Oh how nice. Maybe later we can all go blow our noses on my wedding dress.
(Rachel enters in this hideous pink bride's maid dress, with a huge silver bow on her chest, and a big, huge skirt, kinda like the one's women wore in the 1800s, Monica and Richard both stare in shock)
ROSS: Wow!� (pause)� Wow, You look . . . uh . . .�� It's just, ah . . .�� That dress . . . uh . . .�
[Scene: Ross and Rachel's apartment.� Ross is in the living room covering Emma.� Rachel enters wearing a sexy dress.]
PHOEBE: (spotting Rachel's dress) Oooh.� Girl's night out indeed.
(Phoebe walks in wearing a fancy, revealing dress, and stands before Joey)
(the scene starts.Joey enters and there's a girl wearing a wedding dress near a bed)
Phoebe: (picks up a dress) Hey Rach, will you come with me to a dressing room?
Ross: Really? That would be great. I mean, I have to do something, she kinda teased me about how I dress.
Joey: I like that! (To Phoebe) Oh, okay! Show him your bra! He's afraid of bras! Can't work 'em! (He swiftly rips open the front of Phoebe's dress revealing her bra.)
Charlie: It's just that... I don't understand it... I mean, Phoebe likes Joey and then she comes here to buy a dress to impress another guy...?
Rachel: Well, I like the pretty little drawing of you in the wedding dress.
Phoebe: It's really crazy! The hall, the dress, the food... I-I had no idea how expensive this stuff was!
(She takes off the coat she was wearing over her wedding dress, which is violet and has a darker shade petticoat underneath which shows at one side where the dress is lifted up to about the height of her hip and connected to the petticoat. She's wearing a veil over her curly hair and a low cut top with straps only just hanging over her shoulders.)
Rachel: Shes steaming her dress, why? Whats up?
[Scene: Joey's apartment. Joey's having breakfast; Phoebe enters the room carrying her wedding dress.]
Chandler: Yeah, thats like the most ugliest dress Ive ever seen. Wh-why do you to return it?
[Scene: A Bridal Shop, Phoebe and Rachel are waiting for Monica who is trying on her wedding dress.]
Phoebe: (with a fancy dress, still playing and singing): It wasn't just that she was fat, the woman smelled like garbage! Everyone! It wasn't just that she was fat the woman smelled like garbaaaaaage! (to Monica, showing her dress) Classy, uh?
Phoebe: Why dont you hire him as an actor? You could have him dress up and put on little skits. Whatever you want.
Chandler: Did your Dad ever dress up like Santa?
Young Ross: (singing) 'I am Bea. I drink tea. Won't you dance around with....' (spills some tea and it drips onto his/her dress) Ohhh! (runs away crying)
Monica: Were gonna pick up the wedding dress then were gonna have lunch with mom. (Joey stands up.)
(She gets to Monica who has the dress balled up in one hand and is sitting on Megan who is sprawled out on the floor.)
Ross: Chandler, have you ever put on a black cocktail dress and asked me up to your hotel room?
(They all go into the kitchen. Just then, Rachel comes back from the bathroom; she had removed her dress and is wearing nothing but a lace nightie. She tries to find someplace seductive to wait for Joshua. She tries to sit on the piano, but it makes too much noise. So she goes over to the couch and kinda half lays down to wait for Joshua. Joshua comes in from the kitchen, sees Rachel, and freezes.)
Monica: Well then somebodys snoozing. Joey, not that this uh should affect you at all, but if you were to pick me, I was planning on wearing a sequined dress, cut down to here. (Points to her stomach just above her belly button.)
Ross: (Sighing.) It was...This disagreement over...(She sighs. Ross notices her in her wedding dress.) My god. You...you look beautiful.
Chandler: Oh yeah, but don't worry. I don't think anybody's gonna focus on that as long as your wearing that towel dress.
Phoebe: Awe, this is so sweet of you! But you know what? I won’t be needing a veil, I actually won’t be wearing a dress at all!
Emily: But Ross, Im such having a great time! Your sister has just been telling me that you used to dress up like little, old ladies and hold make-believe tea parties.
Rachel: I am! I am a woman who spent a lot of money on a dress and she wants to wear it, because soon she wont be able to fit into it.
Chandler: Trust me, you dont want him there either. Okay? Nobody is gonna be staring at the bride when the father of the groom is wearing a back-less dress.