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Rachel: Okay, I think we can get the evaluation back before they see it, but were gonna have to get into Mr. Zelners office. Now, he doesnt get in until 10, so hes no problem, but his assistant, Betty, she comes in early to eat her breakfast at her desk.
(They start towards the door but are stopped when Mr. Zelner enters.)
Mr. Zelner: Hello Rachel, you uh, got a minute?
Rachel: (worried and shocked) Yeah, sure Mr. Zelner, for you anythingminute. Okay. Fine. (To Tag) Abort the plan, abort the plan. (She start to usher Tag out.)
Mr. Zelner: Uh actually, Id like to speak with both of you.
Rachel: Okay. Uh, well can we, can we get you anything Mr. Zelner? Maybe some chocolates? (Holds up the box.)
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. Zelner: Well, Id be forced to file a report. Id have to consult with the legal department, and your future at the company would be in jeopardy.
Tag: (interrupting) Uh Mr. Zelner, Im the one who filled in that evaluation.
Mr. Zelner: You wrote that you have a cute touchie?
Mr. Zelner: Its kind of a risky joke Tag, and what is-what is this drawing I cant figure out what this is?
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.)
MR. GREENE: Did you know your mother spent $1200 dollars on bansai trees. I felt like Gulliver around that place.
Mr. Tribbiani: You're gonna keep an eye on us?
MR. GREENE: What? The father can't drop by to see the daughter on her birthday?
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, but yknow, I think the reason were not getting that spin right is because my apartments too small.
Mr Zelner: This may surprise you, but re-hiring fired employees, is not my main job.
Mr.Heckles: I can hear you through the ceiling. My cats cant sleep.
Ross: Hi! (To Mrs. Bing) Hi! (Mr. Bing starts rubbing his arm.) Hi. Has umm, anyone seen Chandler?
Monica: (voice on answering machine) Hi! If youre calling before Saturday, youve reached Monica and Chandler. But if youre calling after Saturday, youve reached Mr. and Mrs. Bing! Please leave a message for the Bings!
Mr. Geller: I think there are people in there having sex.
Mr. Geller: Listen to me! When my time comes, I wanna be buried at sea.
Mr. Geller: I'd like that.
Chandler: Have you figured out what started the fire Mr. Fireman?
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Geller, you look wonderful, it is great to have you hear, let us take off your coats!
Mr. Geller: Whaddya got there?
Judge: So based on your petition you are seeking an annulment on the grounds that Mr. Geller is mentally unstable.
MRS. GREENE: Oh well thank you. Such a gentleman. Thank you. [Chandler takes the hot pink coat and grimaces at it] Ahh, it all looks so nice, so festive, all the balloons... [Chandler, remembering that Joey and Mr. Greene are in the bedroom, throws her coat in a cupboard] The funniest thing happened to me on the way here. I was...[Joey peeks out]
Chandler: Well, aren't we Mr. "The glass is half empty."
Mr Zelner: (Takes a long look at the egg while he considers it) Wow, that's pretty cool (Takes the egg from Ross)
Mark: Okay, okay look, I know I'm being Mr. Inappropriate today, but it's just so tough, I mean see you walking around and I just wanna touch you and hold you, come on no one's around, just, just kiss me.
Salon girl: Ok. Very good. Have a seat right over here Mr. Bing and Sonia will be right with you.
Mr. Geller: Beautiful! (Turns to watch with him)
Mr. Thompson: Our next item is the romantic trip to Paris. (Pause.) It goes to Emil Alexander high a high bid of 2,300.
Mr. Geller: Why would you serve food on such a sharp stick? (Looking a toothpick)
Mr. Thompson: Your generous contribution brings us a big step closer to building the youth center.
Mr. Thompson: So glad you brought someone.
Mrs. Bing: Mr. Geller.
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Mr. Tribbiani is on the phone.]
Mr Zellner: (confused) That's great!
Mr. Tribbiani: We'll go to a hotel.
Monica: All right relax Mr. Ive Had Sex Four Times!
Mr. Tribbiani: Remember when you were a little kid, I used to take you to the navy yard and show you the big ships?
Mr. Tribbiani: (To Phoebe) What happened to the, uh, puppet guy?
Mr. Geller: Yknow how the garage floods every Spring?
Mr. Tribbiani: Thank you. Uh...
Mr. Tribbiani: Huh?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, Joe.
Mr. Tribbiani: I don't want you taking that thing.
Mr. Tribbiani: What kinda change?
Mr. Tribbiani: Yeah, but this is
Mr. Tribbiani: I can't do that!
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey. Morning, dear.
The Director: (entering carrying a newspaper) Here we go people! (starts reading the review) Boxing Day! The Lucille Lortel Theatre, blah-la-la-la Ah-ha! Joey Tribianni, gives an uneven performance, but Mr. Tribianni is not the worst thing in this production.
Mr. Geller: Not just restaurants, from our house.
Phoebe: Where are you going, Mr. Suity-Man?
Mr. Heckles: (to Eric) Who are you?
Mr. Geller: I was just thinking. When my time comes-
Mr.Heckles: See, this is just the kind of thing I was talking about.
Monica: Oh. Hi, Mr.Heckles.
Mr. Douglas: Nina.
Mr. Geller: 'Cause there's time to make up for that. We can do stuff together. You always wanted to go to that Colonial Williamsburg. How 'bout we do that?
Mr. Geller: All-right fine, but I just want to say, Im not paying for your wine cellar. You thieving, would be speaking German if it werent for us, cheap little man. (Emilys stepmum looks shocked. Jack and Judy get up and leave.)
[Scene: The Hotel, Monicas room, Mr. and Mrs. Bing are staring at each other while Phoebe looks on.]
Nina: Mr.Douglas... (flirting defensively) ..cool tie.
Mr Campbell: Dating profile? I-I-I'm talking about the work resumé.
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, its Joeys second lesson with Rachel as the resident sailing expert.]
Phoebe: Okay, thank you, Mr. Heckles. (They move off)
Mr. Heckles: Whaddyou want?
Mr. Heckles: I wasn't ready for it.
Phoebe: (with a deep voice) Mr. Bing's office. (Listens) No I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now.
Mr. Geller: (also lying) Ill help you dial.
Mr. Heckles: C'mere, Patti. (Marcel turns round)
(Mr. Heckles opens the door)
Mr. Heckles: C'mere, Patti. (Turns to Mr. Heckles)
Mr. Heckles: That's my monkey.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Mr. and Mrs. Geller enter looking particularly refreshed. Monica follows looking rather pale.]
Mr. Douglas: Youre kidding? She seems so...
Phoebe: Hi, its Phoebe. Listen someones gonna have to take my 9:00 with Mr. Rehack, cause its like 9:15 now, and Im not there.
MNCA: So, Mr. Rastatter, what exactly does this job entail? The ad wasn't too clear.
Mr. Heckles: You owe me a waffle.
Ross: (turning towards him) Yes Mr. Lewis, how can I help you?
Mr. Geller: Well, the garage flooded sweetie and it ruined everything in your boxes. Im sorry.
All: Hey! Hey, Mr. Trib!
Mr. Thompson: (approaching) Mr. Tribbiani.
MR. TREEGER: You never know.
MONICA: Mr. Heckles.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is sitting at her desk as Mr. Waltham comes in.]
Mr.Heckles: I could have cats.
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. BOYLE: He didn't have any.
Mr. Geller: Well Im peeking. (He peeks.) Oh my God!
RACHEL: [answering the door] Mr. Treeger.
PHOEBE: Ok, it's very faint, but I can still sense him in the building. Go into the light, Mr. Heckles!
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
MR. GELLER: There you go. So she dips into her savings, that's what it's there for. She's gonna be fine, and if you need a little extra, you know where to find it. [pulls a quarter from behind her ear]
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
MR. TREEGER: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
MR. TREEGER: Uhh, you said there was a party.
MONICA: Hello, Mr. Heckles.
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. Geller: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
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.
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: Let's show 'em.
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
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?