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MNCA: Chandler, I'm unemployed and in dire need of a project. Ya wanna work out? I can remake you.
MNCA: Please.
MNCA: Nothing, just never seen you in little stretchy pants before.
MNCA: C'mon give me five more. Five more.
MNCA: Five more and I'll flash you.
MNCA: [to Chandler] Yo, Bing. Racquetball in 15 minutes.
MNCA: Only if you say his full name.
MNCA: Alright.
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's apartment. Chandler is answering the door in his robe.] CHAN: No, no, no, no, no, no [opens door to Monica] No. Monica, it's Sunday morning. I'm not running on a Sunday. MNCA: Why not? CHAN: Because it's Sunday. It's God's day. MNCA: OK, if you say stop, then we stop. CHAN: OK, stop. MNCA: No, c'mon, we can't stop, c'mon, we've got three more pounds to go. I am the energy train and you are on board. Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo [Chandler walks out of the apartment, leaving Monica] Woo. [Scene: Rachel and Monica's apartment. Rachel is taking asprin. Ross enters.] ROSS: Hey Rach. RACH: Ahhhh. ROSS: Oh. And how was the date? RACH: Umm, I think there was a restaurant... I know there was wine. . . [Rachel looks at Ross as though she remembers something, but can't place what it is.]
RACH: And ya know what, now I've got closure. [Rachel slams the door and locks it. She sits down, visibly upset. She puts her head in her hands and begins to cry. Ross comes back and is standing outside the window. When Rachel regroups and gets back up to finish closing, she sees him. She smiles. She goes to open the door and can't get the lock undone.] ROSS: Try the bottom one. [She opens the door and they kiss.] [Scene: Chandler and Joey's apartment. Chandler answers the door to find Monica.] CLOSING CREDITS CHAN: Monica, it's 6:30 in the morning. We're not working out, it's over. MNCA: No way, with one pound to go, c'mon. We're workin', we're movin', we're in the zone we're groovin'. CHAN: OK, I don't, I don't mind the last pound. OK, in fact I kind of like the last pound. OK, so don't make me do anything that I'll regret. MNCA: Ooh, what'cha gonna do, fat boy, huh? What? CHAN: Nothing, except tell you, uh, I think it's wonderful how much energy you have. MNCA: Well, thanks. CHAN: I mean, especially considering how tough it's been for you to find work. MNCA: Well, you know. CHAN: You know, I mean, you can't tell your parents you were fired because they'd be disappointed. MNCA: [sad] Uh-huh. CHAN: And it's not as if you have a boyfriend's shoulder to cry on. MNCA: Well no, but um. CHAN: I mean, if it were me, I think I'd have difficulty just getting out of bed at all. MNCA: Y'know, I try to stay positive. . . CHAN: So, you feel like goin' for a run? MNCA: Alright. CHAN: Because, you know, you don't have to. If you want, you could just take a nap right here. MNCA: OK. Just for a little while. CHAN: OK. [Puts an afghan over her and dances into his room]
MNCA: Look, maybe this is none of my business, or maybe it is, I don't know... but, uh, I'm kind of worried about you.
MNCA: Oh God, you fell off the wagon.
MNCA: We are talking about Rachel here. You and Rachel.
MNCA: Hi. I'll be ready in just a second.
MNCA: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
MNCA: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
PHOE/MNCA: Ohhhh.
MNCA: No, I'm sorry.
MNCA: Ohh.
MNCA: I'm sorry?
MNCA: Hey.
MNCA: Wow.
MNCA: Oh my god good?
MNCA: Hello?
MNCA: Yeah. You!
MNCA: What?
MNCA: This was your idea?
MNCA: Yes, I would like something. [looks at Fun Bobby, changes her mind] No, no thank you.
MNCA: Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.
MNCA: Sure, what? Ok, ok. [hangs up the phone] [to Rachel] Music?
MNCA: Well, uh, I ate some.
MNCA: What?
MNCA: [with false enthusiasm] Mmm.
MNCA: Cat hair.
MNCA: Ok, how about pilgrim Mockolate mousse?
MNCA: You and me both.
MNCA: Maybe.
MNCA: Bobby.
MNCA: Really? I only had two glasses.
MNCA: [takes a sip] Mmmm, no.
MNCA: [gasps] You have other friends?
MNCA: So, what are you saying now?
MNCA: What?
MNCA: What are you talking about?
MNCA: How about Mockolate mousse?
MNCA: Hey.
MNCA: Morning.
MNCA: Oh God, yes!
MNCA: Oh.... my... God.
MNCA: Bye.
MNCA: Do you not see it?
MNCA: Oh, he's sober alright. Just turns out that Fun Bobby was fun for a reason.
MNCA: Take care.
MNCA: OK.
MNCA: Sure.
MNCA: What about me?
MNCA: OK, I'll see you later babe.
MNCA: Oh... shoot.
MNCA: Not that bad? Did you hear the hammer story?
MNCA: Especially the after taste, you know, I'll tell ya, that'll last ya till Christmas.
MNCA: So what. So he drank a lot tonight.
MNCA: [reading the paper] There are no jobs. There are no jobs for me.
MNCA: Ahhh, hey honey? Don't you have to be at your interview now?
MNCA: You were so amazing as the king. I was really impressed, I was.
MNCA: It's Fun Bobby.
MNCA: Oh, isn't he? Oh, you know, I really think this time it may work with him. I mean, he just makes me feel so good and I've been feeling so lousy this last couple of months, no job, no boyfriend. Well, at least my cup is half full.
MNCA: Rach, does this have nonfat milk?
MNCA: Well we... we kinda broke up.
MNCA: Alright, here you go, sweetie. [hands Fun Bobby his coffee]
MNCA: See? They're as different as night and... later that night.
MNCA: [grabs waiter as he's leaving] I'd like a scotch on the rocks with a twist.
MNCA: No, no really. I.. I wouldn't feel right about it. [to waiter] Just some water.
MNCA: [holding bottles] Does anybody want these?
MNCA: [to Ross] Listen, I... I don't think this is the best time.
MNCA: You know what? It seems like you've been making an awful lot of stuff Irish lately.
MNCA: Wait a minute. I thought last night was great.
MNCA: But I'm gonna be there... for the rest of my life. I mean, I can't break up with him. I'm the one who made him quit drinking. He's dull because of me.
MNCA: And for our two-week anniversary, he's gonna take me to his cousin's cabin for the weekend.
MNCA: What these? [holding up liquor bottles] Oh, these are, um, for.. cuts and scrapes.
MNCA: [getting the wine] Do not start without me. Do not start without me.
MNCA: Now, in some of these recipes, the quantities may seem just a little unusual, uh, like these coconut mockolate holiday nut bars. I've indicated four cups of coconut, and four cups of crushed nut, and only, uh, one tablespoon of mockolate.
MNCA: Oh, not at all. I have no morals and I need the cash.
MNCA: You know, that's true. You'd be a great person to have around the day after an emergency.
MNCA: There's an ad for a naked chef?
MNCA: She's just upset because she, uh, she buttered a spider into her toast this morning.
MNCA: So, Mr. Rastatter, what exactly does this job entail? The ad wasn't too clear.
MNCA: Ok, this is pumpkin pie with mockolate cookie crumb crust. This is mockolate cranberry cake, and these are mockolate chip cookies. Just like the Indians served.
MNCA: [disgusted, trying not to show it] I love how it crumbles. Now see, your chocolate doesn't do that.
MNCA: Bobby and I are going away for the weekend, remember?
MNCA: Oh no no, this is not for him, this is for me. That way he's still sober but I find his stories about shoelaces much more amusing.
MNCA: Oh, you must be freezing. You know what you need? How about a nice steaming cup of hot Mockolate?
MNCA: Well, we just happen to go to alot of places where you might drink. I mean, how do you go to a wine tasting without having a drink? Or... or to a club, or to the... zoo.
MNCA: [still chewing] Mmm-mmm.
MNCA: We'll put buckles on it.
MNCA: Abso...[swallows hard]...lutely. See, I love creating new recipes. I love Thanksgiving. And, well, now, I love Mockolate.
MNCA: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait one minute. Wait a minute. I believe this will change your mind. [Reads from paper] In a mediocre play, Joseph Tribbiana was able to achieve brilliant new levels of... continued on page 153...[turns it] sucking.
MNCA: All right. Mmm-mmm.
MNCA: Just waiting for it to stop bubbling.