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MONICA: So, I'll get candles and my mom's lace tablecloth, and since it's Rachel's birthday, I mean, we want it to be special, I thought I'd poach a salmon.
CHANDLER: Wow, it's, it's like porno for clowns.
RACHEL: Ya know, I mean this is supposed to be a joyous occasion. My sister's graduating from college, nobody thought she would. It's a true testament to what a girl from long island would do for a Celica.
MONICA: It's a traditional Mexican custard dessert.
MONICA: [answers the door] Dr. Greene. Oh my God it's Rachel's dad. What're you doing here?
MONICA: So uh, Joey and Chanlder, I, I think it's time that you take Dr. Greene over to your place.
CHANDLER: It's a traditional Mexican custard dessert...Look talk to Monica, she's on the food committee.
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
PHOEBE: Alright, I'm sorry but these people needed me. They work hard all week, it's Saturday night, they deserve to have a little fun. Go.
MONICA: Ya know, my party is fun. I mean, maybe it's a little quieter, less obvious sorta fun but, you know, if people would just give it a chance... [volleyball hits her in the head from behind]
RACHEL: It's just this thing. Every year we would go out on my dad's boat and watch the fireworks. Mom always hated it because the ocean air made her hair all big. My sister Jill would be throwing up over the side and my dad would be upset becasue nobody was helping and then when we did help he would scream at us for doing it wrong. But then when the fireworks started, everybody just shut up, you know, and it'd get really cold, and we would all just sort of smush under this one blanket. It never occured to anybody to bring another one. And now it's just...
PHOEBE: Oh no, you're not supposed to be here. This is the staging area, you should, it's all wrong, you should leave, ya know, get out. [opens the door, the guys are right there] Or perhaps you'd like a creme d'menthe.
MONICA: Ok everybody, it's time for flan.
Phoebe: Yeah, I know, he's sweet, but it's just not fun anymore, you know? I don't know if it's me, or his hunger strike, or, I don't know.
Rachel: Oh, Phoebe! Come on! You know what, it's already three o'clock and they haven't even gotten to Emma's group yet. We gotta go, we got dinner!
Chandler: No, it's a book that's just a book, okay? It's an early edition of the Velveteen Rabbit. It was her favorite book as a kid. So, uh, just... let me know if she likes it, okay?
ROSS: Believe me, I've been dreaming about me and Rachel for ten years now. But now, I'm with Julie, so it's like me and Julie, me and Rachel, me and Julie, me and... [Rachel enters, carrying a tray]... Rachel. Rachel, Rachel.
Chandler: I think it's winning.
Monica: I know there'll be other houses, but it's just so... I love that one so much.
Amanda: (In a fake British accent) It's so nice to see you! Both of you! Look at me. Look how young I look! (gives her coat to Monica as well) Oh gosh! We have so much to catch up on! But first things first: touch my abs (at which point she grabs both Phoebe and Monica's hands and places them both on her stomach) I don't exercise at all! (she pulls them down to sit.) Oh gosh, so Monica, you're married!
FBOB: OK, look, this isn't the first time somebody's said something to me about this, but, I don't know... I always made excuses about it, like... uhhh... 'I'm just a social drinker,' or, 'C'mon, it's Flag Day.'
Mike: No! It's my fault. I keep trying to propose in these stupid ways and all I wanna do is tell you that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
CHANDLER: I don't know, Richard's really nice and everything, uh, it's just that we don't know him really well, ya know, and plus he's, ya know, old [Monica gives him a glare] -er than some people, but, uh, younger than some buildings.
Phoebe: (Looks around) It's alright. Look kiddo, I gotta go. Good luck with the career. You're gonna be huge.
Rachel: No! No! It's just that all the people in the entire world that I want to talk to are right here.
Monica: It's great! How?
Phoebe: No. No! It's just y'know first, I wanna take off all my clothes and have you rub lotion on me.
Phoebe: It's okay. Go ahead, ask me out.
Ross: Hmm, yeah. (To a random boy in the waiting room) Come on Ross jr. It's time to go in.
Joey: Of course it's true! How else would you explain all the weird stuff that's been going on?
Mike: oh it's just you have that look (shuts the front door)
Phoebe: It's open.
Hayley: no it's not ringing any bells.
Monica:: sweetie it's ok, I still love you, let me be a part of this.
Monica: It's not just the drum noise. Every five minutes, Joey throws his sticks in the air, and I have to hear, "Oh my eye! Oh god, my eye!" I mean, it is so annoying.
Rachel: Honey, you're taking this the wrong way. We think you're going to be a wonderful parent. It's just.. you're more the fun parent.
Phoebe: I'm sorry... I'm sorry. It's obviously way too early for us to be... having that conversation.
Mike: It's to my apartment.
ROSS: Oh look, I can't believe this. Look, homo-habilus hasn't even learned how to use tools yet and they've got him here wi, with clay pots. Why don't, why don't they just give him a microwave? I'm sorry, I'm sorry this is taking so long, ya know, I, I, it's just it's longer than I expected, we will have dinner.
Ross: Because, it's weird!
David: ...it's uhm... i-it's two on each cheek and uhm... and one on the lips.
Mike: It's never gonna happen again right?
Rachel: Oh yeah, it's fine, it's fine. Sandy was just... was just telling me about how he proposed to his fiancée and it was just sooo beautiful.
Phoebe: Hmmm... No, no... No, I can't do this. It's bad.
Ross: Sandy... Hi, we uhm... we kinda need to talk. I'm afraid it's not working out.
Ross: No, you know, it's uhm... nothing you did, it's... it's uhm... my issue.
Ross: I know I am! (Ross now starts to cry) ...And when it's summer, and it's hot, why can't you wear a tank top?
Monica: (angrily) That is exactly why I do not lend you stuff!! (Rachel looks over at Phoebe in resignation.) Okay?! I mean, first it's my jewelry! And if it's not my jewelry, it's-it's my blue sweater! And if it's not my sweater, it's my sunglasses!
Phoebe: (in a nasally voice, from her cold) But I'm unemployed, my music is all I really have now. Well music, and making my own shoes. (She puts her shoe on the table, and it's horribly decorated) Pretty, huh? (Sneezes)
Phoebe: It's all right. You can mourn.
Chandler: It's just that we bought a hibachi together, and then he ran off and got married, and things got pretty ugly.
ROSS: Oh, it's fine.� Actually, I, I invited Mike over.
Rachel: Because (laughs), because, I just heard it. I heard it, and it's ridiculous! I mean, you're married. You're-you're married and it's just ridiculous, and it's like, it's like when said it, I sort of like, I floated up out of my body, y'know? And, and-and then I heard myself say it and then the floating Rachel (laughs) was like, "You are such an idiot!"
CHANDLER: Well, it looks great.� It's just that . . . well, I'm wearing the same thing underneath.� So . . .
ROSS: Wow!� (pause)� Wow, You look . . . uh . . .�� It's just, ah . . .�� That dress . . . uh . . .�
CHANDLER: It's huge.
CHANDLER: It's Joey.� (He answers it, holding it out so that Monica can hear too.)� Hey Joe.
Monica: It's so unfair, you don't even like your job!
MONICA: It's gonna be so hot!� (She kisses him.)
MIKE: It's true.� I did.
[Scene: Ross's building, Joey is knocking on a door again. It's again answered by Ross.]
Rachel: Oh, it's a Macy's bag!
Chandler: Ah, well no, it's just uh, me and Wendy.
Chandler: Then it's okaaay! (They kiss.)
Monica: No, I think that this is what you wanna do, I think it's great!
Rachel: Oh wow, it's so beautiful...
MONICA: You should go to the game.� It's okay.� I want you to.
Rachel: Well Monica seems to think it's because you have feelings for me.
Mike: It's gonna be ok.
Chandler: Monica, you have got to stop this competitive thing! Okay? It's crazy. {Finally! The voice of reason.} I mean, just impress Gary and Phoebe we have to go upstairs and have sex over and over and I'm saying no to this, why? Get your coat.
ROSS: Well, well, they're good.� It's been a while since I've seen you like this.� You, you clean up good.
Joey: Allright, fine, I only have one thought! It's about the hot nanny, I gotta see her!
(knock on door, Ross opens, it's a woman)
Monica: (as Rachel) Yeah... Yeah, I know it's pretty selfish, but haha, hey, that's me. (Indicating a dish on the table) Why don't you try the hummus?
Monica: It's just, I'm not good at singing.
Monica: No no, it's not working on me. Wow! I must be growing up!
Phoebe: It's ok. I thought of the perfect lie for you. It's easy to remember and doesn't invite a lot of questions. You weren't at the parade because you had a family emergency.
Gavin: It's OK. I know it's probably not my place but can I give you a piece of advice?
Rachel: It's just a cold
Joey: No, hey, it's been great.
Monica: Oh, it's perfect.
Phoebe: It's not Santa's plan. No, it's... (Laughs the real "plan-laugh.")
Joey: Yeah, you know, it's not that fun.
Chandler: Yes, it's also 2003.
Rachel: (on phone) Ross, hi, it's Rachel. I'm just calling to say that um, everything's fine and I'm really happy for you and your cat...(cut)...I am over you. I am over you and that, my friend, is what they call closure. (She hangs up and tosses phone in the ice bucket.)
Phoebe: I don't know. They're so perfect for each other; it's crazy.
Joey: I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just, it's just weird what's happening with her and Ross. You know, yesterday he asked me to fix him up with somebody.
Monica: No, it's not.
Ross: It's been sixteen years but the air quotes still hurt.
Joey: It's like my favorite fairy tale come true! (Chandler looks at him) The princess, the stable boy and the lesbian!
Ross: Yeah, it's no big deal. It's just a blind date.
Chandler: It's okay. Go take the test and see if we're okay.
Ross: This year was supposed to be great! But, it's only the second day and I'm a loser with stupid leather pants that don't even fit!
Rachel: Oh, sorry, it's my phone. Hello?
Joey: Well it's...It's not that crazy okay? Making them smaller, that would be crazy.
Steve: Eh, it's just as well. Doesn't work anyway.
Phoebe: Oh my god! Look, it's Ross and Rachel. Oh, the plan is working.
Rachel: (opens the present, it's a green scarf) Awww, awww, it's beautiful.
Ross: Eh, if it was meant to be, it's meant to be.
Rachel: Oh, well, I...It's kind of weird talking to you about this, but...
Mike: Look Phoebe, It's not about you. I just never wanna get married again.
Phoebe: But it's just...
Monica, Rachel, Chandler: It's over/Joe!
Chandler: (excited) Guys, guys, I've got great news! Guess what Joey: Uh, ah, Monica's pregnant?! Monica: (shocked) Really? (She looks around, suddenly embarrassed) Let's get past the moment. Phoebe: What's your news? Chandler: Thank you. I got a job in advertising. (Everybody cheers) Monica: (hugging Chandler) Oh, honey, that's incredible! Phoebe: (inquisitive) Gosh, what's the pay like? (Everybody stares at her indignantly) Oh, come on people (defending) come on, now, if I don't know who makes the most, how do I know who I like the most! (She looks at Joey) Hey Joey! (Joey winks at her) Chandler: Actually, it pays nothing. It's an internship. Joey: Oh, that's cool. We have interns at 'Days Of Our Lives'. Chandler: Right. So, it'll be the same except less sex with you. (Joey nods) Ross: So, uh, what kinda stuff do you think they'll have you do there? Chandler: Well, it's a training program, but at the end, they hire the people they like. Phoebe: (enthusiastic) That's great. Chandler: Yeah, I mean, there's probably gonna be some ground work which will probably stink, you know, grown man getting people coffee is a little humiliating (At the same time, Gunther puts down a cup of coffee in front of Chandler) Chandler: (grinning awkwardly) Humiliating and noble! (Gunther shoots a nasty look at him while leaving) Ross: You know, if I didn't already have a job, I think, I would have been really good in advertising. Monica: Ross, you did not come up with "got milk?" Ross: Yes, I did, I did! (He turns to Joey, disappointed) I should have written it down!
Phoebe: It's not cooler.
Phoebe: It's ok that's how you feel.
Monica: They've elected me to talk to you about the baby talk - it's not so good.
Monica: It's kind of a package deal!
Joey: Come on, please, it'll be just this one more, well actually it's two.
Joey: Hey, look who's here! It's Joey, and he brought home a friend.
Ross: I don't know you'd be so bored with marriage. I mean it's so... normal.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Do you remember how your father used to be? Always yelling, always yelling nothing made him happy, nothing made him happy, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he's happy! I mean, it's nice, he has a hobby.
Phoebe: Yeah, what is that? Like, some kind of guy thing? Like, some kind of sexist guy thing? Like it's poker, so only guys can play?