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Frank Sr.: (Seeing the look on her face) Y'know what? Strike that. My name uh, actually is-is Joe. Uh, Joe umm, Hill.
Frank Sr.: Shh! (Whispers) No! Joe Hill!
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.
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
Chandler: (Pause) Y'know, I-I can't really put a price on that Joe.
Gary: Hey Joe does it have meatballs on it?
Chandler: Hey Joe whats up?
Chandler: Look Joe, I know you wanted to do the wedding
Gary: Hey Joe, you ever think about joining the force? We could use a guy like you.
Ross: Yeah! Good for you Joe!
Chandler: Uh Joe, when its one oclock in the morning and you dont come by? Thats okay!
Chandler: Joe?
Chandler: Look Joe, I just, I just don't want to get your hopes up real high.
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: Well, you dont look good Joe.
Rachel: No Joe, no miracle.
Rachel: Yeah, I dont think so Joe.
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: Hey Joe!
Ross: Hey Joe, while youre over there how about another beer for the Ross-A-Tron?
Chandler: Joe
Monica: Joe... Emus are birds. You raise them for meat.
Estelle: (on the other end) Joe! Im glad I found ya, I got an audition for ya!
Ross: Itll be okay Joe.
Rachel: (looking down) Oh-oh!! One hand on the sheet Joe!
Phoebe: Thats great Joe!
Ross: Thanks. And-and hey 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?
Dina: Joe, I tried to wait until I was 25 like you did!
Chandler: Nice job Joe! Youre quite the craftsmen.
Chandler: Hey Joe! You wanna shoot some hoops?
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: What's up Joe?
Ross: Not using it right, 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?
Ross: Joe Im not kidding
Chandler: Good job Joe! Well done! Top notch!
CHANDLER: There's nobody here Joe.
CHANDLER: It's Joey.� (He answers it, holding it out so that Monica can hear too.)� Hey Joe.
Chandler: I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Joe.
Chandler: Listen ah, Joe, I-I need to, I need to talk to you about something.
Chandler: Where you going, Joe?
Rachel: It's open! (Joey walks in) Hi, Joe!
Ross and Chandler: Come on! Joe!
Chandler: Hey Joe!
Monica: Don't worry Joe, I won't come next year!
Monica, Rachel, Chandler: It's over/Joe!
Ross: Uh, Joe, have you looked outside?
Angela: Yeah, well, sorry, Joe. You said let's just be friends, so guess what?
Chandler: Joe, I told you, you're just not right for the part.
Chandler: Joe...
Chandler: Work, Joe!
Chandler: Hey Joe!
Joey: Guys? Everything ok? It's me, Joe...
Rachel: Oh God. What about you, Joe? What would you give up, sex or food?
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: (nods in appreciation) Shovely Joe!
Chandler: Yes, Joe?
Phoebe: Uh, Joe?
Chandler: Hey Joe! How's the second draft of the letter coming?
Chandler: (Tries to hug Joey but J. moves away) What's the matter Joe?
CHANDLER: Game's tomorrow night Joe.
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!
Chandler: Twenty percent is a pretty generous tip 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?
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.
Ross: It's a blanket Joe, not a cloak of invisibility!
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: 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)
Rachel: Not working with me, Joe! Here's the thing: lately I have been having thoughts (pauses) musings, if you will!
Chandler: Hey Joe! I was just watching a movie-e-e (Notices that the TV is turned off.)
Chandler: Well, I'm sorry Joe. I didn't think the doctor was gonna buy that it just *fell* out of the socket.
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.
Ross: I don't think that your monologue from Star Wars is gonna help me right now, Joe!
Joey: (Writes it down) Joe Stalin. Y'know, that's pretty good.
Chandler: Are you sure Joe? Are you sure you're not just a sex addict?
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?
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: 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: 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: No ah, hold on a second Joe, where do Dutch people come from?
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: Joe, I don't think this is going to be your big break.
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.
Chandler: Joe...Joe...Joe...Stalin?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, Joe.
Dina: Joe, mom and dad are fine
Chandler: Im sorry! Hey-hey Joe, why dont you uh, lift up your shirt? (He does.) Take a look at this kiddo. (Alex finally starts crying.) We have a crying child! Roll the damn cameras!
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.
Chandler: Okay, well Im gonna get Ross, get the cameras, and get them developed. (Joey laughs again.) 32 Joe. Youre 32! (Exits)
CHANDLER: That's a good plan, Joe. Next time we wanna pick up women, we should just go to the park and make out. Taxi, taxi!
Mr. Tribbiani: Joe, your dad's in love big time. And the worst part of it is, it's with two different women.
Chandler: (approaching) Here you go Joe, heres the freshly squeezed orange juice you asked for. (Hands it to him.)
Joey: Oh yeah, Smokey Joe here got half way to the highway and collapsed.