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Dina: Joe, mom and dad are fine
Dina: Joe, I tried to wait until I was 25 like you did!
Chandler: Hey Joe!
Monica: Vomit tux? Who vomited ony'know what, what you up to Joe?
Chandler: (entering from his bedroom) Guys, come on! Let's go! The puck drops in 20 minutes! Come on, Joe!
Ross: That's okay, Joe.
Chandler: (goes towards Joey) You know that's not the reason Joe. (Joey hugs him and after, he takes something from the fridge and puts it in his mouth. He goes back to where he was standing before)
Frank Sr.: (Seeing the look on her face) Y'know what? Strike that. My name uh, actually is-is Joe. Uh, Joe umm, Hill.
Chandler: Hi, Joe.
Rachel: What's up Joe?
Ross: (running into the hall, in slow motion) You'll never get me, Joe!!! (he then pretends that he gets shot repeatedly and falls back against Joey and Chandler's door, dead.)
Chandler: See Joe, we want you to tell stories but yknow, romantic stories. Nice stories.
Chandler: (Pause) Y'know, I-I can't really put a price on that Joe.
The Director: All right! Lets try this again! You ready Joe?
Chandler: Joe?
Chandler: So what job did you get Joe?
Chandler: Its not charity, Joe
Gary: Hey Joe does it have meatballs on it?
Chandler: Look Joe, I know you wanted to do the wedding
Ross: Yeah! Good for you Joe!
Chandler: Hey Joe whats up?
Gary: Hey Joe, you ever think about joining the force? We could use a guy like you.
Frank Sr.: Shh! (Whispers) No! Joe Hill!
Ross: Hey Joe did Did you ever have a threesome?
Rachel: Yes okay. (Checking the speed dial again.) Well now see this isnt telling us anything. (Reading the speed dial) Joe. Carlos. Peter. Ooh! Peter Luger! T hats a steak house!
Chandler: Look Joe, I just, I just don't want to get your hopes up real high.
Chandler: Well, you dont look good Joe.
Chandler: Joe?
Rachel: Yeah, I dont think so Joe.
Chandler: Uh Joe, when its one oclock in the morning and you dont come by? Thats okay!
Rachel: No Joe, no miracle.
Chandler: (sarcastically shocked) Really?! Joe? What would you do if you were in Rosss situation?
Chandler: Joey! Joe! (Sees that hes not here and starts investigating. He picks up the bag of chips.) Full bag. (He picks up the beer.) Beers still cold. Something terrible mustve happened here! (He decides its not that important; sits down on Rosita, and the back falls off causing him to flip over.) Oh no-no-no-no-no-no! (Runs over to Stevie.) Stevie, I was never here! (Runs out.)
Chandler: Joe
Ross: Hey Joe, while youre over there how about another beer for the Ross-A-Tron?
Phoebe: Thats great Joe!
Estelle: (on the other end) Joe! Im glad I found ya, I got an audition for ya!
Chandler: Hey Joe!
Monica: Joe... Emus are birds. You raise them for meat.
Ross: Itll be okay Joe.
Ross: Thanks. And-and hey Joe?
Rachel: (looking down) Oh-oh!! One hand on the sheet Joe!
Mr. Tribbiani: No, it's only been six years. I just wanted to put a nice memory in your head so you'd know that I wasn't always such a terrible guy. ...Joe. Y'ever been in love?
Chandler: Hey Joe! You wanna shoot some hoops?
Chandler: Nice job Joe! Youre quite the craftsmen.
Phoebe: Hey, what's going on Joe?
Chandler: Yeah, Joe, I assure you if I'm staring down the barrel of a gun, I'm pretty much peeing every which way.
CHANDLER: There's nobody here Joe.
Ross: Not using it right, Joe.
Ross: Joe Im not kidding
CHANDLER: What's up Joe?
Chandler: Well, youre gonna have to leave sometime, because you both have jobs, and as soon as you do, were switching it back! Theres nothing you can do to stop us! Right, Joe?
Chandler: Good job Joe! Well done! Top notch!
CHANDLER: It's Joey.� (He answers it, holding it out so that Monica can hear too.)� Hey Joe.
Chandler: Listen ah, Joe, I-I need to, I need to talk to you about something.
Chandler: Where you going, Joe?
Chandler: I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Joe.
Rachel: It's open! (Joey walks in) Hi, Joe!
Monica, Rachel, Chandler: It's over/Joe!
Ross and Chandler: Come on! Joe!
Chandler: Hey Joe!
Monica: Don't worry Joe, I won't come next year!
Ross: Uh, Joe, have you looked outside?
Chandler: Joe, I told you, you're just not right for the part.
Chandler: Work, Joe!
Chandler: Joe...
Chandler: Hey Joe!
Rachel: Oh God. What about you, Joe? What would you give up, sex or food?
Angela: Yeah, well, sorry, Joe. You said let's just be friends, so guess what?
Joey: Guys? Everything ok? It's me, Joe...
Rachel: Ok! Can't believe I'm risking this again, but you're on! All right Joe, you remember the rules! Heads I win, tails you lose.
Chandler: Yes, Joe?
CHANDLER: Game's tomorrow night Joe.
Chandler: Hey Joe! How's the second draft of the letter coming?
Phoebe: Uh, Joe?
Chandler: (nods in appreciation) Shovely Joe!
Rachel: Oh, okay. Is that what you want to do? You wanna go over and give a little shout out to the old, hot chickas? Okay, lets do that Sailor Joe. Quick question though, (grabs some of the rigging) whats this called?
Rachel: Ok, let’s work from the top down! (Joey nods, but then puzzled because he does not get it) Just work the bra, Joe!
Mike: (gets up) Joe, I love Phoebe. She's the single most important thing in my life. I'd die before I let anything happen to her.
Chandler: Hey Joe! I was just watching a movie-e-e (Notices that the TV is turned off.)
Chandler: Twenty percent is a pretty generous tip Joe.
Monica: (sliding into Joeys place on the couch to try and talk to Phoebe) Huh? Whatd ya say Joe? Ill be right there. (gets up and joins Joey)
Chandler: Well, I'm sorry Joe. I didn't think the doctor was gonna buy that it just *fell* out of the socket.
Ross: It's a blanket Joe, not a cloak of invisibility!
Chandler: (Tries to hug Joey but J. moves away) What's the matter Joe?
Chandler: Hey, Joe, I gotta ask. The girl from the Xerox place buck naked (holds up one hand), or, or a big tub of jam. (holds up the other hand)
Ross: I don't think that your monologue from Star Wars is gonna help me right now, Joe!
Joey: Plus, y'know, I think it should be Joe. Y'know, Joey makes me sound like I'm, I dunno, this big. (Waitress looks at him funny) Which I'm not.
Rachel: Not working with me, Joe! Here's the thing: lately I have been having thoughts (pauses) musings, if you will!
Chandler: See Joe, not that thats not grrreat! But, one of the cool things about having somebody we know perform the ceremony is that it can be about us! Yknow, it can be more personal. You can tell stories about us!
Chandler: OK, I'm officially unpacked. Thanks for helping me man. (Turns around and sees that Joey isn't there.) Joe? (Hears giggling coming from a box) Well, I guess Joey went home. Oh and look, there's still one box that I have to unpack. (Hears the giggling again)
Chandler: Are you sure Joe? Are you sure you're not just a sex addict?
Chandler: It's okay, the duck's using our bathroom anyway. (Kathy goes into the bathroom.) Hey Joe! What are you getting Kathy for her birthday?
Chandler: Joey? Got you a Joey Special, two pizzas! Joe? (The phone rings and he answers it) (On phone) Hello? (Takes the phone away from his mouth when he realizes what he just did and yells.) Damnit! (Back on phone.) Hello? (Listens.) No, Joeys not here right now, but I can take a message I think. (Listens) Hes still got a chance for the part?! Oh, thats great news! (Listens) Well no obviously not for the actor who was mauled by his dog. (Listens) Oh well, thats great. I will give Joey the message. Thank you! (Hangs up and goes to write the message on the Magna-Doodle.) Yes! (Reading what hes writing) Okay, Mac audition at 2:00. Allergy actor attacked. (Pause) By dog not flowers.
Ross: Whats up with the greed Joe?
Joey: (Writes it down) Joe Stalin. Y'know, that's pretty good.
Chandler: Joe, I don't think this is going to be your big break.
Chandler: Say, Joe, I had a strange idea of what we could do for our last night. What do you say we play a little uh, foosball for money?
Chandler: No ah, hold on a second Joe, where do Dutch people come from?
Phoebe: Go Charlie! But my point is, ok so she dated them but she also broke up with them. Maybe she's looking to, you know, slum it with some average Joe Phd.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, Joe.
Ross: Guess who's here. It's the toughest guy in toy land, Ben. (singing) 'A real American hero. I'm G.I. Joe!' Drop the Barbi, drop the Barbi.