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Rachel: Oh! That's why. (Rachel checks behind her ear, and finds a cinamon stick.) I'm sorry!
Chandler: So, it's a typical day at work. I'm inputting my numbers, and big Al calls me into his office and tells me he wants to make me processing supervisor.
Chandler: I don't know. That's the thing. I don't know what I want to do. I just know I'm not going to figure it out working there.
Rachel: No. But don't worry, I'm sure they're still there.
Monica: So anyway, I'm cooking dinner for him Monday night. You know, kind of like an audition. And Phoebe, he really wants you to be here, which will be great for me because then you can 'ooh' and 'ahh' and make yummy noises.
Ross: Well, I don't know.... (gestures) huh-huh.... but I'm hoping (gestures) huh-huh.
Joey: I'm telling you, that monkey is a chick magnet! She's going to take one look at his furry, cute little face and it'll seal the deal.
Joey: I don't know. We're talking about whipped fish, Monica. I'm just happy I'm keeping it down, y'know?
Ross: Shut up! It was nice. I just... I don't think I'm the dirty-talking kind of guy, you know?
Ross: OK. (closes eyes) I'm in my apartment...
Ross: That's it. I'm in my apartment, you're not there, we're not having this conversation. (gets up, walks across room)
Ross: OK, turn around. (Joey looks taken aback) I just don't want you staring at me when I'm doing this.
Joey: (turning around) Alright, alright. I'm around. Go ahead.
Chandler: (on phone) Hey Mr. Kostelic! How's life on the fifteenth floor? (Listens) Yeah, I miss you too. (Listens) Yeah, it's a lot less satisfying to steal pens from your own home, you know? (Listens) Well, that's very generous (Listens) er, but look, this isn't about the money. I need something that's more than a job. I need something I can really care about.... (Listens) And that's on top of the yearly bonus structure you mentioned earlier? (Listens) Look, Al, Al... I'm not playing hardball here, OK? This is not a negotiation, this is a rejection! (Listens) No! No! No, stop saying numbers! I'm telling you, you've got the wrong guy! You've got the wrong guy! (Listens) I'll see you on Monday! (slams the phone down)
Rachel: OK, OK. I'm with you, Cheech. OK.
Monica: I'm so glad you liked them!
Steve: You know, I don't know what I'm looking for.
Steve: Well then you can't have any. (she grabs for the package, and it breaks open. Gummi-bears fly everywhere, some into the punch bowl on the table.) Bear overboard! I think he's drowning. (he throws some Sugar-O's into the punch bowl) Hey fellows! Grab on a Sugar-O... save yourself! (Mimicking the bears) "Help! I'm drowning! Help!"
Chandler: (on phone) Yes, Fran. I know what time it is, but I'm looking at the WENUS and I'm not happy!... (Listens) Oh, really, really, really? Well, let me tell you something... you will care about it, because I care about it! You got it? Good! (slams phone down, then leans back and realizes what just happened) Whooooaaaa....
Monica: Ok, so I think I'm just about done here, unless you have any bad stuff hidden somewhere, like... porn or cigarettes?
David: I don't know. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I just- you decide.
Mindy: Yeah... I'm pretty sure I'm still gonna marry him.
Chandler: ...I'm, I'm okay.
Andrea: Sorry- Hi, I'm Dorothy's daughter.
Chandler: I'm not scared. (moves towards Mike and Chappy) I'll just take little Chappy and... (he backs out) HE CAN SENSE MY FEAR. MY THROAT IS EXPOSED.
Joey: Friends, family, dog... Thank you all for being here to witness this blessed event. The cold has now spread to my special place... so I'm gonna do the short version of this. Phoebe and Mike are perfect for each other. And I know I speak for every one here... when I wish them a lifetime of happiness. Who has the rings?
Rachel: That's good enough. Right? (Pause.) Okay, well umm, I'm gonna go look at my books!
Monica: Okay, I'm not getting this!
Woman: Hi. I'm Monica.
Phoebe: Okay. And, my, dead, mother, says, you, are, it. I'm with Rachel.
Phoebe: I don't know what I'm gonna do about this coat.
Rachel: Oh it... good! Yeah, but I'm not gonna hear from that for a couple of days.
Monica: Uh, ah. Unless you wanna stay over? I mean, I'm going to, so...
Ross: I'm in for fifty cents. (throws it in)
Chandler: I'm still mad at you for not telling me.
Rachel: I'm not telling. (collects chips)
Ross: I'm here.
Ross: I'm hurt.
Joey: All right, I'm going. I'm going.
Susan: No, I'm getting it. I'll be right back.
Ross: I got itI'm getting it!
Lydia: Ok, that's ok. I'm fine. I'm... oh!
Ross: Yeah. I'm paying you to stop.
Monica: Why won't I be married when I'm 40?
Amy: I know! I'm Erin Brockovich!
Joey: I suddenly had the feeling that I was falling. But I'm not.
Ross: Oh, I'm threatened by you?
Rachel: I'm a waitress.
Monica: I'm sure they'll be here soon.
Rachel: I know you did. I'm just gonna deal with it, I'm just gonna deal with it. (Ross comes by, smoching with Julie on the phone.) I gotta get out of here. (Exits)
Joey: Yeah. I'm thinking, if we put our heads together, between the two of us, we can break them up.
Joey: Well... I'm helping out down at the N.Y.U. Med School with some... research.
Ross: I'm going to China.
Phoebe: Most likely. (raises and goes toward the door) Okay, I'm gonna be out there.
Rachel: OK, I'm guessing this is from...
Ross: All right, I'm coming out. Hey, can you turn the lights off.
Rachel: No, I'm just....
Monica: Um, okay, here it goes. I'm not 22. I'm, I'm 25... and thirteen months.
Rachel: So I'm thinking about you. So what?
Julie: (Loudly, proving she can speak English.) Thank you. I'm from New York.
Ross: you know I really admire your whole dating attitude, it's so healthy I'm always like is this moving to fast? Is this moving to slow? Where's this going?
Joey: No, no, it's not, don't listen to him! (to Ross) I'm gonna thump you! (points his fist at him)
Monica: Pheebes, you know what I'm thinking?
Monica: No, although now that's what I'm thinking.
Ross: (very interested) Oh! like what?! (Charlie looks at him confused, but smiling) Oh I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry... it's just that this must be what regular people experience when they watch "Access Hollywood".
Phoebe: I'm still on "no."
Rachel: Oh God, I know I'm a pathetic loser.
Rachel: Good! I'm glad it's not a problem.
Joey: I'm outta here. Here's my credit card. Dinner's on me. I'm sorry, Chandler.
Rachel: I'm okay.
Phoebe: Well, c'mon, if it's important enough to discuss while I'm playing, then I assume it's important enough for everyone else to hear!
Phoebe: Well, you're not more excited than I am! No way! I'm the most excited!
Phoebe: Oh my God! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Which one's Demi Moore?
CHANDLER: I'm hoping that when Bob doesn't show up, she will seek comfort in the open arms of the wry stranger at the next table.
Chandler: I'm still on my first. I just think you're nice.
Monica: But I'm...
Ross: First of all, I'm not losing...
Phoebe: (reading the nametag on the uniform) Hi, I'm Ben. I'm hospital worker Ben. It's Ben... to the rescue!
Rachel: Well that works out good, because I'm not listening.
Ross: What a beautiful story. Hey, I'm fine by the way.
Monica: Rachel, (they go back inside) say that I'm friends with her, we spend some time together. Is that so terrible?
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry, did my back hurt your knife?
Joey: Yeah, I'm ready.
Customer: You idiot, you stupid cowboy, you blinded me, I'm suing!
Phoebe: Monica, I really appreciate you checking in on me, but I'm actually feeling a lot better. Yeah, I just kinda want to be alone right now.
Ross: (to the kid) Oh yeah? Well, I'm rubber, you're glue, whatever(to Chandler)can't do it. (to the kid) Listen, uh- gimme back my puck.
Woman: Oh, I'm sorry, is that your basket? It's really pretty. Unfortunately, I don't see suds.
Rachel: Okay, listen, I'm thinking, why don't we just tell them who we really are? I mean, it'll be fine, I really think it'll be fine.
Rachel: And now, y'know, I'm like... I'm like the other woman! I feel so..
JOEY: I don't know, I'm just tryin' to help you out.
CHANDLER: You know what? I'm not gonna end up like this. I'll see you man.
JANICE: Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.
Rachel: I'm hoping that if she hears it enough it will be her first word.
Phoebe: Well no, when I get to the point where... you know... I'm ready to hear cruel mocking jokes about Mike... I'm gonna come to you.
STRANGER: Yeah, I'm looking for Phoebe, does she still live here?
Phoebe: Okay, lesson one: chords. Now, I don't know the actual names of the chords but umm, I-I-I made up names for the way my hand looks while I'm doing them. (She starts to show Joey the chords. Transcribers Note: For this one you'll have to use your imagination, 'cause it would take me 50 pages to describe each one. So if you want to see them, you'll have to wait for this episode to come to a TV near you.) (Holding up her hand and then reconfiguring her hand with each name.) So then, this is Bear Claw. Okay, umm, Turkey Leg and Old Lady. (Joey tries to imitate them.)
Phoebe: I'm sooo sorry!! I just... I keep thinking about Mike! I'm crazy about David, and we're having so much fun together. Why-Why do I miss Mike? That's-that's gonna go away, right?
PHOEBE: Ok, look, before you even start, I'm not denying evolution, ok, I'm just saying that it's one of the possibilities.
PHOEBE: Yeah, well, ya know, I'm kind of spooky that way. Wooo.
Young Ethan: All right, look. I've gotta tell you something. I'm not 17. I only said so that you'd think I was cute and vunerable. I'm actually 30, I have a wife, I have a job, I'm your Congressman. Monica, this is ridiculous, we're great together. We can talk, we make each other laugh, and the sex. Oh, man, okay i have no frame of graft, but I thought that was great.
DUNCAN: I'm, I'm still me.
Chandler: Okay, what do you saw I go over there and say how much I like her? (Joey gives him a thumbs up) No-no it'll be good, I can tell her much I've been thinking about her. That I haven't stopped thinking about her since the moment I met her. That I'm so fantastically, over-the-top, wanna-slit-my-own-throat in love with her, that for every minute of every hour of every day I can't believe my own damn bad luck that you met her first!!
Mrs. Tribbiani: Of course I knew! What did you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard some of his cover stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's," I mean, what is that? Please!
ROSS: OK, now I'm nervous.
CHANDLER: I'm goin' home.
ROSS: I uh, I don't know, I guess I'm just gonna see, see what happens.
CHANDLER: I'm back.
Ronni: Oh no, not you, big Joey. Oh my God, you're so much cuter than your pictures! (Joey stares at her) I-I'm, I'm Ronni....Cheese Nip?
CHANDLER: No, you keep the pack. I'm all cried out today.
ROSS: Oh, you're right, I'm sorry.
PHOEBE: No, huh uh, no way, I'm sorry, not gonna happen.
ROSS: Even though you do do a good Bob impression, I'm thinkin' when she sees you tomorow, she's probably gonna realize, "hey, you're not Bob."
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.
STEVE: Good, good, I'm a lawyer now.
PHOEBE: I'm just gonna pass on the concert, 'cause I'm just not in a very Hootie place right now.
RACHEL: Honey, I'm sorry.
PHOEBE: Well, I'm not gonna be the only one who's not getting paid.
Julie: I know, I probably shouldn't even tell you this, but I'm pretty much totally intimidated by you.
Monica: Oh, I'm- I'm so sorry!