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(A woman enters wearing a wet wedding dress and frantically starts to look around.)
Phoebe: Okay! (Runs that way and hears another whistle blast.) Hey! (Heads the other way and hears another blast.) What do I do?!! (She runs in the second direction and finds that the whistling is coming from inside a rack. She moves the dresses out of the way to find Rachel curled up in a fetal position frantically blowing on the whistle.) What are you doing? (Rachel doesnt stop.) Did you find the dress? (Rachel wont stop so Phoebe pinches her nose shut which causes her to spit the whistle out.)
Rachel: What? This-this, no, oh no, no-no-no, this is notthats-thats not what it is. See, see, okay, I work in fashion, see and-and, this is a real dress actually. Its-its, theyre-theyre wearing it in Milan, so part of my job is too wear the clothes, and then I see how people respond, and then I report back to my superiors at Bloomingdales, so And obviously in uh, in-in this case, (She grabs a pen and paper) I am going to report back, "USA not ready."
Rachel: I have the best job in the entire world! The most adorable guy came over today, and I got to dress him up all day!
(She goes over and lets Phoebe bounce in wearing her own wedding dress.)
Monica: What are you being such a weenie for? So he has a Barbi, big deal. You used to dress up like a woman.
Monica: Ok, then, why are you... (she opens her robe revealing a nice black dress) all dressed up??
[Rachel, in her bridesmaid dress, complete with hat, which makes her look like Little Bo Peep, and Ross enter]
Monica: Im Catwoman, who wants to borrow the dress when youre too big for it.
Phoebe: Oh Rach, good, listen isn't this perfect for me! (she's wearing another dress on a hanger around her neck)
(Angela, a beautiful woman in a tight dress, enters.)
Monica: Okay, look at this one. This is my favourite. (Its a little pink and white dress for the girl baby.)
Jill: Its probably because not mature enough. Or smart enough. Maybe he doesnt like the way I dressNo that cant be it. Its really gotta be the smart thing. Oh Im so stupid! Im just like this incredibly pretty stupid girl!
[Scene: Beatrice Bridal Shop, Monica and Phoebe are there to pick up Emilys dress.]
Rachel: Want a wedding dress? Hardly used.
Rachel: Pheebs, you go with Monica and try on her green dress. If that doesn't work, you can wear my gray silk one. Oh, gosh, what am I wearing?!
Monica: All right, listen up. There is usually only one dress in each size so when they open those doors, fan out. Now, this is what youre looking for! (Holds up a picture of it.) Memorize it! When you locate the dress, blow on these. All right? (She passes out whistles to them.) Three short blasts, when you hear it. Come running.
RACHEL: [the shoulders of her dress keep falling off her shoulders] Is my hook unhooked? These things keep falling down, I can't. . .
[Time lapse, Monica is now wearing the dress while doing the dishes and is making like she is thanking her guests for coming to her wedding. Paging Dr. Crane. Dr. Fraiser Crane!]
Rachel: Ohh, are you setting Ross up with someone? Does she have a wedding dress?
Ross: (holding a dress out from inside the closet) This one?
Phoebe: Its a trip for two! (She gets up and takes off her blouse-type thingy shes wearing over her dress.) Excuse me. (She walks over to table four.) Excuse me, is the person who won the Paris trip at this table?
(Rachel enters in a wet wedding dress and starts to search the room.)
Mrs. Geller: Mm. Unless we go with a different dress?
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's. Rachel and Ross are there. Ross is trying to get the dress off Marcel.]
(Marcel jumps into view wearing a pink dress. Everybody gasps)
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
Monica: The green dress? Really?
Joey: (on phone) Yeah, my neighbor... (Listens) Yeah, the brunette... (to Monica) She says you looked very pretty the other day in the green dress.
(Rachel enters, in a formal dress.)
Chandler: Now, there is a dress laid out on your bed. (Monica stumbles on the steps.) Okay, (catches her) youre doing great. Youre doing great. Youre doing fine.
[Scene: Nana's Bedroom, Ross is holding a dress out from inside the closet.]
Ross: Rain? Hi. Hi, my name is Rain. I have my own kiln, and my dress is made out of wheat.
(Chandler enters, sees Rachel in the dress and starts laughing)
Angela: That's because I'm wearing a dress that accents my boobs.
Monica: Well, you used to dress up in Mom's clothes all the time.
Phoebe: That won't go with this dress though.
Rachel: Man in the black dress (Monica walks away and Rachel looks around to find a woman in a black dress.) (To her) Hi! Im Rachel! Im a friend of Monica and Chandlers!
Monica: (to Phoebe) Quick, take off your dress, he wont notice the bed.
Monica: Wait a minute, just because he paid for your head shots youre gonna take him? Joey, I dont think youre comprehending just how slutty this dress is!
Rachel: Monica, can Phoebe borrow your green dress?
RACHEL: Oh, that's OK, it's just the shoulder, it's not my dress.
Chandler: New haircut? (Monica nods No.) Necklace? (No) Dress? (No) Boots? (Monica nods Yes.) Boots!
Chandler: No, we'll-we'll bring it back! Just put it under your dress.
Joshua: Gloves. Brown, leather dress gloves.
Rachel: Huh. Except, Phoebes not gonna be the one that gets to dress them.
Rachel: Yeah, I did. I needed my lucky dress.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica is putting away the wedding dress, finally.]
Monica: Hey! (She jumps up and throws Emilys wedding dress into Rachels room.)
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)
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.)
Monica: This isnt even my 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: Oh, yes, umm, Im here to pick up a dress that you have on hold.
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.)
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
Chandler: You just, you look so different! Terrific! That dress! That body!
[Time lapse. Monica is wearing the dress and starring at herself in the mirror.]
Monica: What-what's the matter? Is there, is there something on my dress? (She turns around making sure he gets a good look.)
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.
Rachel: Okay? Whoa, wait! (She undoes one button on Phoebe's dress.)
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.
Paul: Im thinking that you are looking really fine it that dress.
Joey: And then, then he could use his teeth, his teeth to undo her dress, and, and, and bite her!
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?
Phoebe: (seeing her dress) Oh God. So-so youre making porn movies.
Phoebe: Did you find the dress?
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.]
Monica: (handing Phoebe the dress) Go! Go! Go!
Chandler: Did your Dad ever dress up like Santa?
Monica: Are you gonna dress up as Santa?
CHANDLER: Well, I think you should seriously consider the marriage thing, give Rachel another chance to dress up like Princess Bubble Yum.
Monica: What am I gonna do?! That is the dress! That is the dress! Wh Chandler wants the band. What do I do?
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel are admiring Monicas wedding dress.]
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..."
Rachel: So, does this (The dress) come in another color or (The store owner walks away.)
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.)
Chandler: Oh you got a wedding dress? Thats great!
Phoebe: Listen! You have to help me pick a dress 'cause I'm meeting Mike's parents tonight! (Rachel gasps)
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!
RICHARD: Ok. Ahh. One of my things is, I always separate my sweat socks from my dress socks.
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.
Monica: All right, Im gonna go steam my wedding dress okay? Who wants the responsibility of making sure nothing happens to it?
Monica: So what! As long as hes not wearing a white dress and a veil I dont care.
Monica: He is the man in the black dress.
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?
Chandler: Okay before we start the celebration, Monica has to go put on her party dress.
(Monica enters wearing her wedding 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.)
Monica: You didnt dress up either?!
Rachel: Please tell me youre not gonna dress up like a dinosaur.
Chandler: I havent seen this dress.