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Ross: Dad that wont matter to her. Look, all my stuff is safe and dry and all her is-is, is growing new stuff! See, this is exactly the kind of thing that makes her think you guys love me more than you love her.
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Joey is sitting the now heeled Rosita as Rachel is sitting in the newly arrived Francette. Francette is one of those new chairs from La-Z-Boy that has and does everything except cook and go to the bathroom for you. Its got a small refrigerator under one armrest it has phone jacks for the Internet and regular phone, and so much more.]
Monica: How do you think I am?! Youve wrecked all my childhood memories. You love Ross more than me. And I just rubbed a dead mouse on my face!
Ross: (even more shocked) What?!!!
Phoebe: Yeah, but at what cost? Six more months, three meals a day, Im gonna eat like, yknow millions of cows.
MONICA: Okay, one more, please. Come on, I'm gonna get it in this time, I will.
Monica: Y'know what, dont tell us. Well just wait until Chandler gets home, (to Phoebe) because itll be more fun that way.
(Ross leans in and kisses her. They both look at each other for a moment, and then embrace in a more passionate kiss.)
Monica: Yeah. Which one do you like more?
Joey: (excited) A little bit more.
CHANDLER: Yeah, Ross can't go so it's between my friend Eric Prower who has breath issues and Dan with the poking. [starts poking Monica in the shoulder] 'Did you see that play? Do you want some more beer? Is that Spike Lee?'
Ross: No Joey! Look why dont, why dont we just let her decide? Okay? Hey-hey, well each go out with her one more time. And-and well see who she likes best.
Chandler: Pulling flowers out it makes the bag look a lot more masculine.
Chandler: Y'know what, I think we can go out there. I mean they have more important things to worry about.
Kate: Well umm, maybe if it had more heat.
Monica: (entering) Ross (who has his foot on the coffee table), foot on the floor or come over no more!
Monica: Honey, umm I-I love you, (laughs) but umm, if you call our wedding a party one more time, you may not get invited. Okay? (Laughs) Listen, we could always earn more money, okay? But uh, were only gonna get married once.
Mrs. Geller: Just think about it. If you dont, Ill talk more about humping.
Ross: I just, I had to see you one more time before you took-off.
[Scene: Rachel and Barrys bedroom, Rachel is returning from her disastrous attempt at an affair to find that Barry was much, much more successful with his.]
Rachel: Yeah, and also we need more umm, drinks. Hold on a second. (Gets up but stumbles a little bit.) Whup, okay. (She makes it to the phone and picks it up, without dialing.) Hello! Vegas? Yeah, we would like some more alcohol, and y'know what else? We would like some more beers. Hello? Ohh, I forgot to dial!
RACHEL: Yes, absolutely. I would wait and wait. . . then I'd wait some more.
Monica: There's more beer, right?
Chandler: Could we be more white trash?
Mr. Simon: Why wasnt I offered that? Id definitely pay more for that.
Doug: Well, say no more. Y'know it takes guts to bring this up. Bing! Youre okay.
Chandler: Well, not me. But that's what's happened, and, ah, and, and there's more. We should take a trip.
Kate: I think my characters gonna need a little bit more of reason than that.
Monica: Okay, look, I-I have enough stuff for one more sandwich, I mean I was going to eat it myself, but (motions that he can have it.)
Rachel: Yeah I am, I am! Oh, but first of all, Monica, I would like to introduce you to my very talented colleage and more importantly my wonderful friend Gavin Mitchelle.
Chandler: And you're thinking of taking it? (Pause) So before you said being me with me was more important than any job, but I guess now it's old job, (Raises his hand) me, (Raises his hand) new job.
CHANDLER: Why must everybody watch me sleep? There'll be no more watching me sleep, no more watching.
Phoebe: You know, now you're more like, you know like, "Mr. Caring Boss," "Mr.", you know, "I'm one of you, Boss," "Mr., I wanna be your buddy, Boss Man Bing!"
Ross: Fine! No more dinosaur stuff! Can I talk about fossils? (Joey is about to sit down and hears this so instead he groans and exits.)
PHOEBE: No, only the three of you, any more than that and she'll get suspicious.
Chandler: Well, before we answer that, I think we should address the more important question. How dumb are you?
Joey: It will be when you look like that in a tight skirt! This is great! Im getting more dates than ever!
Rachel: Say more things like that.
Chandler: If I'd known you guys were coming over, I would have brought more pizza. (they all burst out in a thundering laugh)
Rachel: Well, they uh, they-they do more than that.
(She kisses him. Ross leans back for a second, and then they both kiss, more passionately this time as U2's With or Without You plays in the background.)
Chandler: Could I be more sorry. (Looks at Joey.)
Monica: Okay Ben, why don't you come open some more presents, and Santa, the Armadillo, and I have a little talk in the kitchen? There's a sentence, I never thought I'd say.
Ross: We make a great foursome. We should do more stuff together. Ooh! Let's take a trip. Okay, where do you think we - we can go?
Rachel: Are any of you guys free tonight? My boss is hosting this charity event for underprivileged kids and the more people I bring, the better I look. So, Monica? Chandler?
Chandler: (pours more and slides the refill to Joey) All right, say you do that. You know sooner or later somebody's gonna come along that slices a better cheddar. And then where're you gonna run?
Joey: Okay, and ah, this one here is a Douglas Fir, now its a little more money, but you get a nicer smell.
Rachel: So if you think I didn't say goodbye to you because you don't mean as much to me as everybody else, you're wrong. It's because you mean more to me.
MONICA: A salad? Really I, I could do something a little more complicated if you like.
Chandler: Well yes yes... You look nice can mean that your face looks nice. I want to compliment your body. I mean..I wouldn't change it. At all. And more specifically, I wouldn't want anything to get any bigger.
Rachel: Wow! If only more people knew.
Conan: Well be right back with more Friends, less me.
Rachel: I-I-I of course, I have more responsibilities than that.
[Scene: The Subway, Joey sees his poster and he peels off the caption on his poster, revealing more posters underneath. The captions read, as follows:
Chandler: Really? Worse than, "More turkey Mr. Chandler?"
Chandler: You know, once youre inside, you dont have to knock any more.
Chandler: Couldn't be more out. (throws in cards)
The Housekeeper: More turkey Mr. Chandler? (And he makes eyes at him.)
Ross: One more day, seriously/
[Scene: Ross's Apartment; Ross is pacing while Joey and Chandler are working on some more furniture.]
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, say no more!
Phoebe: Okay. (they start to leave, he is still following her) Okay, you don't have to walk behind me any more.
Chandler: Y'know, I don't know if you've ever looked up the term goofing around in the dictionary Well, I have, and the technical definition is, two friends who care a lot about each other and have amazing sex and just wanna spend more time together. But if you have this new fangled dictionary that gets you made at me, then we have to, y'know, get you my original dictionary. I am so bad at this.
Ross: No, please, please, um, its for a poor little girl who wants to go to Spacecamp more than anything in the world.
Mike: Done it. (Phoebe becomes a little more subdued) I'll be back in a couple of hours.
Rachel: I know. (Hugs him more violently this time and pushes him back away from the letter.)
Monica: Of course theres another guy!! This is even more perfect! Now you have to prove your love!
Joey: It's okay. You know, I totally understand, alright? You guys, make way more sense than her and I ever did, you know. And... I want you to be happy.
Ross: Okay, Jasmine, please, please dont. I love my girlfriend very much, and I want more than anything to just work it out with her. Okay?
Joey: Im sorry! Okay? I went down to the gift shop and its either this or a bathrobe! Look, whats more important, the way Im dressed or me being with you on your special day?
Monica: No. No, just, just, just a couple more boxes. It-it-its no big deal, all right, Im-Im cool. You gotta help me out with a couple more boxes!
Mr. Geller: Now I'm depressed! ...(To everyone) Even more than I was.
Rachel: I know, I can do more than cook.
Ross: (Stepping in between them.)Okay! Okay! Thats it!! Parents!! Parents!! Back away!! All right, this is our wedding day! From now on everyone gets along, and if I hear one more word. NO GRANDCHILDREN! (Pointing at his mother.) Thats right!!
Joey: Um-hmm! Look, I-I-I don't know how much more of this I can take! Did you know he taped over my Baywatch tape with some show about bugs! My God! What if that had been porn?
Joey: Calm?! I wasnt calm! Ive never been more scared in all my life!
Tag: Wait! I think I see where youre going, but before you say anything else, can I just say one more thing? (Kisses her.)
MRS GREEN: I mean, this is no offense to your dad, sweetie, but I was thinking there might be more.
Gary: (To Phoebe) Would you like some more coffee, baby-doll?
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, no more offers. You cant offer anything to us!
Emily: Thats just halftime, theres more of this.
Phoebe: Okay, okay. If I were omnipotent for a day, I would want, um, world peace, no more hunger, good things for the rain-forest...And bigger boobs!
Joey: Uh, y'know what, were having second thoughts about our copying needs. And well need a little more time to think about it.
Rachel: Okay, well cant you just try it one more time Ross? For me? For me?
Bob: Toby! Im not gonna let you cover for him. Anything you say right now will just get me more upset with Chandler!
Joey: (gets very angry) Damnit Carl! (Carl goes to say something more, and Joey silences him with a grunt.)
RACHEL: Now I love you even more.
MONICA: Rachel you have to read this book. It's called Be Your Own Windkeeper. It's about how women need to become more empowered.
Barry: See, about a month ago, I wanted to hurt you. More than I've ever wanted to hurt anyone in my life. And I'm an orthodontist.
Joey: Yeah. He's gonna keep cheating on my ma like she wanted, she's gonna keep pretending she doesn't know even though she does, and my little sister Tina can't see her husband any more because he got a restraining order...which has nothing to do with anything except that I found out today.
Phoebe: Okay, so we got some more good rejections, lots of stuff to work on.
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Chandler is playing Playstation, Crash Team Racing to be exact (hes in last on Hot Air Skyway to be more exact) as Joey enters from his room desperately trying to look like a 19-year-old. Hes got the wool cap, hes got the cut-off Knicks jersey over the faded T-shirt, and hes got the whole pants-around-the-knees-showing-off-the-boxers thing that rich, white, suburban kids have adopted in a desperate and extremely futile attempt to try to look like theyre from the inner-city.]
Joey: When I'm with a woman, I need to know that I'm going out with more people than she is.
Chandler: Yes that would have made more sense.
Chandler: Well, I got a job interview. Its kinda a big deal too. Its a lot more money and Id be doing data reconfiguration and statistical factoring.
[Scene: Looking through Ross's window, he's doing more pantomimes. The first one is he's walking a dog that has stopped, then suddenly tugs him forward.]
Mrs. Geller: (holding two pies) Monica, why don't you finish off these pies? I don't have any more room left in the fridge.
Joey: Hey! I did not cry my eyes out!! Come on! Its like the end of an era! No more J-man and Channies!!
Chandler: It was fine, yknow? But she didnt agree with me as strongly as she agreed with Joey. She was more like, "I see you point, Im all right with it."
Chandler: Yeah, if that was true, gym class would've been a lot more interesting.
Chandler: Yeah, listen, Joey isn't gonna be here tonight so why don't you come over and I'll let you uh, feel my bicep. Or maybe more.
Rachel: Okay, y'know what? There is no more left, left!
Monica: I know. (pause) I need more pie. (goes and gets some)
Ross: Huh. Well, good luck to Dad. Say, how many more boxes would you have to sell in order to win?