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[Scene: Garbage room: Mr. Treeger is unclogging the trash chute as Rachel enters.]
Rachel: Oh! Hey, Mr. Treeger.
Mr. Treeger:: Hey.
(Rachel opens the trash chute, winces at the smell, and throws the garbage bag in. She then tries to throw the pizza box in, but since its so big she jams it into the opening and it prevents the door from closing. She then turns around too see Mr. Treeger watching her.)
Mr. Treeger:: What are you doing?
Mr. Treeger:: No! Youre clogging up the chute that I spent a half-hour unclogging!
Mr. Treeger:: Oh yeah, of course you dont!
Mr. Treeger:: Cause youre a little princess! "Daddy, buy me a pizza. Daddy, buy me a candy factory. Daddy, make the cast of Cats sing Happy Birthday to me "
Mr. Treeger:: You think you could make a mess and the big man in coveralls will come in here and clean it up, huh? Well, why dont think of someone else for a change?
Mr. Treeger:: Tribbiani! Hold on, Ill get the plunger.
Mr. Treeger:: And tell him what?
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah. Well maybe you have heard about the Rent Stabilization Act of 1968!
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, well your friends are in violation of it. Ive been a nice guy up until now, but uh, I dont need this grief. Im gonna call the landlord and tell him that Monica is illegally subletting here grandmothers apartment. Your friends are outta here pal.
[Cut to later, Joey is returning from talking to Mr. Treeger.]
[Scene: Mr. Treegers apartment, Joey is there to suck up.]
Mr. Treeger:: What?
Mr. Treeger:: You want me to kick you guys out instead?
Mr. Treeger:: You have pets!
Mr. Treeger:: Huh, I wouldve thought it was the other way around.
Mr. Treeger:: Really? Youll do anything?
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, Ive got something you can do.
Mr. Treeger:: Can you be my dancing partner?
[Scene: Treegers apartment, Joey knocks and Mr. Treeger opens the door.]
Mr. Treeger:: Okay ahh, well, just ahh, follow my lead. (Turns on some music)
Mr. Treeger:: Look come on, eh, just ah, just ah, put your arms around me, eh.
Mr. Treeger:: Ahhhh! Im sorry!
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. Treeger:: Im sure as hell a dancer, its no use Marge will never go for me.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah!
(Suddenly, Phoebes boss, Mrs. Potter, and a client, Mr. Simon, enters.)
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
Mr. Simon: Why wasnt I offered that? Id definitely pay more for that.
Mr. Treeger:: Hey Duck, is Chick here?
Joey: (To Mr. Treeger) So you ah, ready for our last practice?
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, but yknow, I think the reason were not getting that spin right is because my apartments too small.
Mr. Treeger:: No, I ahh, had another idea.
[Cut to the roof, where Joey and Mr. Treeger are dancing happily to ^Night and Day^.]
Mr. Treeger:: I know, we did it!! Hey, that was incredible, huh?!
Mr. Treeger:: Thank you, listen, thanks a lot Tribbiani, (checks watch). Oh my God, look at the time, I gotta catch the bus to the ball.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah.
Mr. Treeger:: Ahh, thanks but no. You see I-I think Im ready to dance with girls.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah.
Mr. Treeger:: Right. (Starts to leave) Hey, ahh, you wanna come? Marge has a girlfriend.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, you could dance real good with her, shes the same size as me.
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
RACHEL: [answering the door] Mr. Treeger.
MR. TREEGER: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
MR. TREEGER: Uhh, you said there was a party.
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
MR A: Phoebe?
MR A: You're saying, my wife is in you?
Ross: Oh God, thank you! (Runs and gives all of them a group hug.) Umm, uh, Mr. Stevens Id like you to meet my friends uh, this is Phoebe, Monica, and Chandler.
Mr. Zelner: Yeah, its not like I dont have a sense of humor, huh? Hell, I even enjoy a naughty limerick now and then. But theres a time and a place, huh?! Unless you uh, have a limerick right now? (They both nod no.) No? Okay, well uh, youve (Grabs the chocolates.) got my fax number. (Exits.)
MONICA: Hello, Mr. Heckles.
Mr. Geller: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
Mr. Zelner: Umm, no. Thanks, but Ill give these to Betty. (Rachel glances at Tag to say, "See?") So I read your evaluation of Tag, or to use his full name, Tag Sweetcheeks Jones. Is something going on with you two?
MR. GELLER: I know. He's like a new man. It's like a scene from Cocoon.
MR. GELLER: Hi.
MR. GELLER: Some of your old stuff.
ROSS: Oh, mine too. Isn't that neat, scotch neat. Would you excuse me? [walks out in the hallway, Mr. Greene is walking out of Chandler and Joey's apartment] Hey, hey, where you uh, sneakin off to mister?
MR. GELLER: Let's show 'em.
MR. GELLER: The button, the button.
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
MR A: Everything.
[Scene: Mr. Ratstatter's office. Monica is there.]
Mr. Geller: Don't listen to your mother. You're independent, and you always have been! Even when you were a kid... and you were chubby, and you had no friends, you were just fine! And you would read alone in your room, and your puzzles...
MR. GELLER: Oh thank you.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Monica is in the bathroom and Richard comes in.]
MR. GELLER: C'mon, tell us.
Mr. Heckles: Yeah, it's my cat. Give me my cat.
MR. GELLER: Of course she would, you're a college man.
MR. TREEGER: [to Rachel who is standing under mistletoe] So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
Gary Collins: (on TV.) It looks like we have surpassed last year's pledge total! Thank you viewers! The pledge that did it was taken by one of our volunteers (He walks over to where Joey is sitting.) Oh boy! And may I say one of our sharpest dressed volunteers, (Joey stands up.) Mr. Joseph Tribbiani!
MR A: Oh, wait, I remember, she also said she wanted to sleep with me one last time.
MR. GELLER: Am I supposed to stand here and listen to this on my birthday?
PHOEBE: Yes, hi, Mr. Adelman. Thanks for meeting me.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey! Hello, babe! Wh what're what're you doing here?
Mr. Geller: She went to pick up Aunt Liddy.
JOEY: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet-tooth.
MR. GELLER: Everybody smile.
Mr. Posner: Yes, thats very good. Now a uh, big part of this job is cultivating personal relationships, especially with designers.
Mr. Zelner: Ive asked Lee from human resources to be here as a witness to our conversation.
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
Mr. Geller: They never did, so if ever see me giving them legal advice just nod along. Shall we?
MR. GREENE: To get my coat.
Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
MR. GREENE: Get my glasses too.
MR. GREENE: You work and you work and you work on a boat...
MR. GREENE: Scotch.
MR. GELLER: Judy, Judy, relax, this is our little harmonica we're talking about. We taught her well. Ten percent of your paycheck, where does it go?
MR. GREENE: Neat.
MR A: Well, I don't know what to tell you dear. The only thing I can think of is that she always used to say that before she died, she wanted to see everything.
MR. BOYLE: All right, kids. Here's the deal. According to my client's will, he wants to leave all his earthly possessions to "the noisy girls in the apartment above mine".
Chandler: All right fine, don't do anything, just sit here and talk to us, meanwhile she is talking to him about you. And he's being Mr. Joe Sensitive, and she starts thinking 'Maybe this is the guy for me, because he understands me.'
JOEY: Hey. Mr. Douglas is looking for you.
MR. DOUGLAS: Rough numbers?
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
[Time lapse. The gang is sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner. Chandler is at the head of the table, Mr and Mrs Geller are to his right. Joey and Ross are to his left. Monica is serving things. Phoebe is in the living room and Rachel is at the sink.]
Monica: (entering with everyone else including Mr. Geller) Hi! Hey look whos here!
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
MR. WINEBURG: Rachel!
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
MR. WINEBURG: Stay well.
Mr. Geller: I saw Richard.
MR. GREENE: Thank you. Is that one of my cigarettes?
MR. GELLER: Oh, Judy. Oh, Judy.
ROSS: Ok. Here's his diaper bag, and his uh, Mr. Winky, and uh...oh, him. Hi!
Chandler: Mr. D, hows it going, sir?
Mr. Geller: Maybe.
Mr. Geller: You don't wanna know.
Mr. Geller: No.
Mike: (puts on a fake smile) Where else would lame Mr. No Balls hide it? (he takes the ring from the cake, and cleans it with a napkin)
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
Mr. Geller: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
Mr. Geller: Look, there are people like Ross who need to shoot for the stars, with his museum, and his papers getting published. Other people are satisfied with staying where they are- I'm telling you, these are the people who never get cancer.
ROSS: Yes. [pulls them off and hands them to Mr. Greene] I was just warming up the earpieces for you.
Mr. Geller: So you don't wanna go to Williamsburg?
Mr. Geller: She may have died.
Mr. Heckles: Well, Im going to go into my new apartment now. (goes over to the door and opens it) Ehh! (Eric leaves)
(In the apartment below, Mr.Heckles is trying to relax and read his newspaper, but Rachel is helplessly dangling upside-down with her ankle wrapped up in the Christmas lights.)
Student: Hey, Mr. Trib.
MR. GREENE: Are you wearing my glasses?
CHANDLER: Yeah, jus' second. Good-bye Mr. Heckles. We'll try to keep it down.
Mr. Heckles: I could play the oboe!
Mr. Geller: Kids, I spoke to a doctor and picked up this pamphlets on how to get pregnant. (He slides them under the door.)
Mr. Tribbiani: Joe, your dad's in love big time. And the worst part of it is, it's with two different women.
MR. DOUGLAS: Have the final numbers on my desk by Tuesday.
Mr. Heckles: Im Chandlers new roommate.
Mr. Heckles: Mmm. Bob Buttons. Here, Bob Buttons.
Rachel: Oh thank you so much Mr. Kaplan, thank you so much.
Rachel: (jumping up from reading her magazine) Yeah, right away Mr. Kaplan.
Mr. Geller: Oh my God! This is so exciting! Well, get back in there! (Points to the closet) Ill guard the door!
Rachel: (on the phone) Monica, Im quitting! I just helped an 81 year old woman put on a thong and she didnt even buy it! (Pause) Im telling you Im quitting! Thats it! Im talking to my boss right now! (Pause) Yes I am! (Pause) Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Okay bye, call me when you get this message. (Hangs up as her boss, Mr. Waltham, walks in.) Oh! Mr. Waltham, I ah really need to talk to you.
Mr. Geller: Your mother just added him to her list.
Mr. Kaplan: Come on over here, sweetheart. (they walk over to a storage closet)
Monica: Mr. Bigot. He tells the most racist jokes.
Mr. Kaplan: Eh.
Phoebe: Oh please! Just before when you were asleep in the lounge! That Armenian family was watching you instead of the TV. Oh, that reminds me. That Mr. Hasmeje still has my Gameboy.
Mr. Geller: So, I think youre boxes are over here. (They walk over to them.)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Geller are watching tennis on TV, Monica is sitting at the table]
Mr. Geller: Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Mr. Geller: We're looking into it.
Mr. Douglas: Not you. Relax. Ever have to fire anyone?