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(Joey walks away and Mr. and Mrs. Geller walk up. Mr. Geller is wearing this ancient velvet tuxedo.)
Chandler: Oh well, not as lovely as you. I mean, I cant believe that you would have a thirty-year-old daughter! (To Mr. Geller) And you! I cant believe that you would have a tux thats thirty years old! (Puts his hand on Mr. Gellers shoulder.)
Mr. Geller: Its older than that. Ross was actually conceived right near this tuxedo.
Mr. Geller: Crap.
Chandler: See? (Does his laugh.) Here we go. (Starts walking her to their room, and has to pass in front of Mr. Geller whos sitting at the table and Mrs. Geller whos standing next to him.)
Mr. Geller: Happy birthday, sweetie! Give us a hug! (Starts to get up.)
Mr. Geller: (filming this) Hey Chandler, you cant keep your hands off her for one second!
Mr. Bowmont: I was actually relieved uh I didnt win the boat. My wife wouldve killed me.
Mr. Geller: We have it. Only now, we call it the beach house.
Mr. Geller: What?! They wanted a scary story!
[Scene: The Geller household, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. The doorbell rings.]
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, is tied up alongside the pier; Joey and Rachel are relaxing.]
ROSS: Ohh, big smoker. [Packs the cigarettes and flings one on Mrs. Greene in the process. Finally gets one in his mouth and it look really out of place] Big big smoker. In fact I'm gonna go ou into the hallway and fire up this bad boy. [as he walks into the hall, he comes face to face with Mr. Greene]
(Mr. Thompson looks shocked and at Rachel, she suddenly starts laughing.)
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
Monica: Excuse me Mr. Mexico.
Mr. Geller: It seemed like such a simple idea.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's party. Mr. Geller and a friend are questioning Richard while Ross observes.]
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?
Mr. Treeger:: Okay ahh, well, just ahh, follow my lead. (Turns on some music)
Chandler: He had sex with Mr. Girabaldi!
MR. GELLER: Your mother's right. Take her, you can wear my tux.
Ross: Ooh, well. Ah, I kinda have got a lot on my plate right now, not that I wouldn't love a weekend in the country with a strange man. (Mr. Oberblau giggles)
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont (Joeys boat), shes shown to be in one of the waterways around New York, but in reality shes in a sound stage on the Warner Bros. lot and we see New York from the water in some rather poor green screen shots. Rachel and Joey are on board.]
(They start towards the door but are stopped when Mr. Zelner enters.)
Mr. Zelner: Uh actually, Id like to speak with both of you.
Mr. Zelner: Hello Rachel, you uh, got a minute?
Mr. Zelner: You wrote that you have a cute touchie?
Tag: (interrupting) Uh Mr. Zelner, Im the one who filled in that evaluation.
Joey: Who cares?! I-Ill make payments, whatever it takes, I want the Mr. Bowmont!!
Mr. Douglas: Its pretty ugly. We havent seen an ANUS this bad since the seventies.
Rachel: Someone? I brought people. Mr. Thompson, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, this is Mr. Thompson. (She introduces them.) Hes the head of my department.
Mr. Treeger:: No! Youre clogging up the chute that I spent a half-hour unclogging!
MR. TREEGER: He musta been sweepin'. They found a broom in his hand.
Joshua: Yeah, that would be fantastic! My-my nephew is crazy about the Knicks! This is fantastic, thank you so much Rachel. (He takes the tickets and leaves as Mr. Waltham returns.)
Mr. Geller: Great!
MR. TREEGER: There she is. And over there, that's the other one. This is Mr. Buddy Boyle, Mr. Heckles' attorney. He'd like to talk to you.
Mr. Geller: Im here!
Mr. Geller: So its just your mother then.
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think shed like that.
Mr. Geller: Really?
Mr. Geller: Sure!
Mr. Geller: Oh my God, does she really thinks that?
Mr. Geller: Its the key to my Porsche. Well, the key to your Porsche.
Mr. Geller: You dont secretly smoke do you?
Mr. Geller: Oh, yeah you loved that glove! You took it every place you went. You never went any place without that glove.
Mr. Geller: (overacting) Thats a good one! Do you hear that Ross? Three days!
Mr. Treeger:: Look come on, eh, just ah, just ah, put your arms around me, eh.
Mr. Geller: (grabbing a glove) This couldve been hers!
MR. GELLER: I tell you, I've never seen him this happy.
Mr. Geller: Oh look, look theres your old makeup kit!
Mr. Geller: Im afraid so.
[the guys form a wall between Mrs Geller and Mr Geller and dance across the hall as he walks across]
Mr. Franklin: But we really do need to find someone up here. The work is starting to pile up. Ive got a stack of documents on my desk this high. (Holds his hand at shoulder level.)
Monica: (on phone) Awww, y'know what your nickname is, Mr. Big
Mr. Bing: (entering) Hello all!
Rachel: Oh. (they knock at the next door, Mr. Heckles answers) Hi. We just found this cat and we're looking for the owner.
Mr. Kaplan: Im not supposed to drink coffee, it makes me gassy.
Monica: Whos Mr. Girabaldi?
MR. GELLER: You're the twinkie?
Mr. Kaplan: (entering) Hows that coffee comin, dear?
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Bing! (Walks away.)
[Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller talking to Ross.]
Monica: Hi Mr. Bing.
(Mr. and Mrs. Geller start to walk away.)
Mr. Geller: Doctor Ross Geller.
Chandler: Thats Mr. Girabaldi playing the piano.
Mr. Geller: What?! Ive never seen one before!
Mr. Geller: Im sorry we cant store your childhood things anymore.
Mr. Burgin: Well just grab some food and take it with us right upstairs, and well be right out of you hair.
Mr. Bing: Yes! Although, I think we may be seeing a little too much of some people. Arent you a little old to be wearing a dress like that?
Mr. Geller: I thought he was with you.
Mr. Bing: But that was after the wedding, its not bad luck then.
Mr. Geller: You cant ask us son, thats cheating.
Mr. Burgin: I like her. She sees smart.
(Mr. Geller turns the corner.)
Mr. Geller: You stole my moves. (He starts to dance like Chandler was and Chandler stops.)
Mr. Geller: of course you can kick his ass son.
(Mr. Geller dances over.)
Mr. Geller: (To Monica) Why dont we take it for a spin?
Paul: Yeah Ross its okay, its me, Mr. Stevens.
Mr. Geller: I remember when we first got engaged.
MR. GELLER: You know, that Steffi Graf has quite a tush. I'm just saying, it's right there.
MR. GELLER: [enters with his bat] Found it.
Mr. Treeger: Anyway uh, Ill get moving on that new door.
Joey: I wanna be mr. Wigglemunch. (and makes a "there" nod to Ross)
Mr. Treeger: Namaste. (Bows.)
Mr. Geller: (To Ross) Screw it! Im having one. (Takes out and lights a cigarette.)
Mr. Franklin: Youre a joker Bing. (Walks away.)
Mr. Treeger: You said there was a gas leak in here.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Mr. Treeger has finished inspecting Monica and Chandlers apartment.]
Mr. Franklin: Oh then you know each other.
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Hi
Dr. Green: This is nice. I pay two hundred dollars for dinner, you put down twenty, and you come out looking like Mr. Big Shot. You really want to be Mr. Big Shot? Here, Ill tell you what, you pay the whole bill, Mr. Big Shot, all right. (rips up the bill, and throws it at Ross, then leaves)
Mr. Treeger:: Ahh, forget it! Ill never be any good at this, my mom was right, Im just a big potato with arms, and legs, and a head.
Mr. Geller: No. Your mother really did the work. I was busy with the business. I wasn't around that much. Is that what this is about?
Mr. Geller: Well, I used your boxes to divert water away from the Porsche.
Mr. Franklin: Okay, I hear you loud and clear. Bob will stay put.
MR A: Oh, that's all right, although you did cut into my busy day of sitting.
Mr. Waltham: (drunkenly) The next tour of the wine cellar will plan in two in-in minutes
Joey: All right, okay, this is great, uh, Chandler, you get behind the desk. And-and when she comes in hopefully, she wont recognise you because, well, why would she? Uh, okay, and then you buzz Ross and I. (to Ross) You be Mr. Gonzalez, and Ill be uh, Mr. Wong.
Rachel: Okay look Mr. Zelner
[Scene: Mr. Zelners Office, Rachel is knocking on the door.]
Mr. Geller: Oh yeah, well who serves steak when theres no place to sit, I mean how are you supposed to eat this?
Tommy: Ooh, sorry little Mr. Chic-A-Dee, sorry you went doody in my hand! (starts to walk out and stops) (to Rachel) Well, I guess were not going out anymore. Whaa!!!
Mr. Franklin: Wow Bing! Burning the midnight oil.
MR, GELLER: Wait, how do you zoom out? [zooms out and we see an extremely overweight Monica eating a big sandwich] There she is.