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(There is no response from Rachel.)
Chandler: No Rach, its not just you. My thirtieth birthday certainly wasnt that much fun.
(He starts the car and surprisingly in fires right up and comes to a nice idle. (Both can be rarities with British sports cars with their lovely Lucas ignition systems, which tend not to work especially in the rain.) Anyway, this being New York he is parallel parked on a street with the car in front of him only inches ahead of his bumper, likewise with the car behind him. Hes completely boxed in and cant move more than two inches. He tries to get out several times by bumping the bumpers of both cars to no avail.)
Monica: All right Rach, for what its worth, I think that youre doing great. I mean yknow lets face it, no one handles this well.
Monica: Oh no! My parents have never seen me drunk! (Pause) That they know of.
Ursula: Yeah, no were not thirty. Were 31. Okay. (She closes the door.)
Ursula: No, I sold it to a Swedish runaway.
Ursula: Right, okay, then no.
Phoebe: Ohh! All right! All right. Heres what well do, Ill get twice as drunk as Monica and then no ones will even notice her.
Rachel: No! No-no, I love it. Thank you. (Kisses him.)
Rachel: (crying) No, I know! I get it! Its funny!
Chandler: No, because youre not a grandmother!
Rachel: No I know, because to be a grandmother you have to be married and have children and I dont have any of those things. Thats why its so funny. (Runs into her room crying.)
Rachel: No, so I dont have to get married until Im 33! Thats three years, thats three whole yearsOh, wait a minute though. Ill need a year and a half to plan the wedding, and Id like to know the guy for a year, year and a half before we get engaged Which means I need to meet the guy by the time Im thirty.
Rachel: No! Ross, no! It is not fine! Eh-eh-according to my plan I should already be with the guy I wanna marry!
Joey: Thats not gonna happen. No. (Looks up) Because we have a new deal!
Phoebe: No, I just feel like being by myself for a while. All right? Ill see you guys later. Thanks. (Gets up and exits.)
Joey: No.
{Transcribers Note: There was no credits scene with this episode.}
MNCA: [takes a sip] Mmmm, no.
JOEY: No one.
Ross: No, no, I knew (he stares at her breasts).
Tag: No. We had a really good talk. I dont think Im gonna do that bar scene anymore.
Chandler: No not (imitating) Candy Lady.
RACHEL: No, no, no, no I don't think it's weird, I think, I think umm, in fact, in fact you know what I think?
RACHEL: No no no, wait, I wanna see what happens.
Joey: Naa, no. This is the part I'm actually good at.
Ross: Emily is incredible. I mean there-there are no words to describe it, I mean the whole weekend was like a dream. (Sees Rachel coming back from the bathroom.) Oh! And you! Rach!
PHOE: No, whad'ya mean? He's not British.
Phoebe: Oh no. [The patented version.]
Mike: No, no! What I mean is, I hate going back to my apartment now... and partly because I live above a known crack den but... mostly because when I'm there, It's just, I really miss you. So.. do you want to move in together?
CHANDLER: No one was around to hear that?
Phoebe: No! Barry and Mindy.
Monica: No, he'll be fine. It's the other five I'm worried about.
Monica: Anybody lose this? (Holds up the chip and the woman next to her shakes her head no.)
Bitter lady: (now yelling) Well, you're not gonna get one! Because in life there are no intermissions, people. Chapter 7: Divorce is a 4 letter word. (Now standing right in front of Chandler and bending down almost to his level as if speaking to him, yelling even louder) How could he leave me?!?!
RACHEL: No. [hitting again]
CHANDLER: Oh, no no no, she took off with my clothes.
Chandler: It's just that I'm sick of being a victim of this Dick Clark holiday. I say this year, no dates, we make a pact. Just the six of us- dinner.
CHANDLER: No, no, this is the first time.
CHANDLER: No, no, you don't have to see.
Phoebe: Yeah, no kidding, this just proves no good can come from having sex with Ross!
CHANDLER: No. I'm not letting you or anybody else see, ever.
MONICA AND RACHEL: Oh, no no no no no.
MONICA AND RACHEL: No no no no.
Phoebe: No! Think about it okay? This isnt even my regular job! Okay? And my first day on the job, youre my first call! And-and somebody else mightve hung up on you, but I wouldnt do that because I know about this stuff. My mom killed herself.
Rachel: No, no, no.... the, um, the... 'love' part?
MONICA: No really, they're OK.
PHOEBE: What, what's about to happen? [starts watching] I've never seen this part before. Hey, Travis, watcha doin' with that gun? Oh no, no no Travis, put down the gun. No no no no, he he's your buddy, he's your Yeller, no, no no, the end, THE END. [hear the gunshot from the TV] [Scene:Monica and Rachel's apartment. Richard is on the balcony smoking and Monica is on the phone.]
Rachel: No. Yeah, and I know that. All right, well thank you so much for coming in it was nice to meet you.
Rachel: Okay sir, um-mm, let see if I got this right. Ah, so this is a half-caf, double tall, easy hazel nut, non-fat, no foam, with whip, extra hot latte, right? (the guy nods) Okay, great. (she starts to walk away and under her breath) You freak.
ROSS: Hey, hey buddy, Marcel. Marcel. [Marcel doesn't react so Ross starts singing] In the jungle, the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight. [no reaction from Marcel, Monica and Joey urge him on] In the jungle, the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight. [Marcel looks over and everyone joins in] a-weema-way, a-weema-way..... [Marcel runs over and hops up on Ross's shoulder]
CHANDLER: No, I'm alright, thanks.
Ross: No really, I mean, I mean, God, I could use a friend.
ROSS: No, but. . .
RACHEL: Ross, there is no us, OK.
RACHEL: NO but Ross. We are never gonna happen, OK. Accept that.
RACHEL: No, no, ACC-cept that.
Chandler: I know, me too. Hey! Y'know what if we went away for a whole weekend? Y'know we'd have no interruptions and we could be naked the entire time.
Monica: Because I don't have the money or the equipment to handle something that big on such short notice. I mean there's no way.
ALL: No, no, no.
Rachel: What, no, no, no, mine are deceptively small I mean, I-I-I actually sometimes, st-stuff my bra.
Phoebe: Okay, but, well, before you say no, my friend Susanne is entering her kid and compared to Emma she's a real dog!
Joey: No. (Pause) wait a minute what was the little mermaid?
Monica: No, no, no. They say it's the same as the distance from the tip of a guy's thumb to the tip of his index finger.
Mike: No, no, we're here to give the money back.
ROSS: No.
ROSS: No.
ROSS: No.
CHAN: [weakly] No.
Rachel: No, I didn't. I wouldn't say I had the keys unless I had the keys, and I obviously didn't have the keys.
Joey: It made you feel good, so that makes it selfish. Look, there's no unselfish good deeds, sorry.
MONICA: No one.
JOEY: No, inside good, outside bad.
Rachel: Hey! Hey-hey, now this was no ones fault Pheebs. Okay? It was an accident.
Erica: No, I don't mind you touching my belly, but right now your hand is kind of blocking the part where the baby is gonna come out.
Benjamin: No! I'm sorry, we were looking for "Baby It's You". Baby It's You.
Chandler: No, I have a great idea for a present for her.
ROSS: No, no, we won't.
Phoebe: (just Phoebe) No, answer his.
Ross: Mona? (Theres no answer, so he starts to leave but remembers where her extra key is. He reaches atop a hall light just outside her door and grabs the key. He looks at in triumph as the pain from it being hot moves along his nervous system to his brain, and when it arrives his brain orders his hand to drop the hot key and his mouth to squeal in pain. After dropping the key he pulls his shirtsleeve over his hand and uses the key to open the door and enter Monas apartment.) Okay, if I were a salmon shirt, where would I be? (He hears a key in the door and as it opens he dives behind the couch.)
PHOEBE: No, I think you should tell them.
Dr. Mitchell: Willya relax? Look around. No pagan altars, no piles of bones in the corners, they're fine. (Baring his teeth to clean them with his finger) Go like this. (Dr. Rosen obeys.)
RACHEL: No. Well, yeah, maybe.
RACHEL: No.
JOEY: Oh, no no, that's the beauty part, it goes with everything. [gets the bracelet from the drawer] You put this on, you're good to go. [puts the bracelet on Chandler] Ohhh man, you are so wearin' that bracelet.
Man: For God's sake, will you let it go? There's no Rachel!
Monica: No, we don't. (reaches for box)
Chandler: Yeah! Anderson just scored again! (To Phoebe) Theres no Anderson.
Monica: Well, I mean I guess there is no harm in putting my name down.
PHOEBE: No.
JOEY: No, we're alright.
Monica: (pulling the plate back) Oh-ho! But not in here! Cant eat em in bed, remember? No crumbies!
Rachel: Oh no! No! It's actuallyit's very sweet. It's very sweet. Look! (Goes to pet it and it hisses at her.) Yeah, do you want it?
ALL: No.
MONICA: Oh-oh, no no don't worry, I'm gonna wash it.
Chandler: Yeah. (Checks his hair.) Oh no wait, Im not an nine-year-old girl.
Joey: No idea! But the guy I said it to dies in the next scene so I guess it means "you're gonna get eaten by a bear".
Mike: Not possible! (they kiss, and then Mike says proudly...) She's gonna be Mrs. No Balls.
Rachel: No! No! No! Im not yelling at you, Im just yelling near you. Oh God Joey, ohh Im my father. Oh my God, this is horrible! Ive been trying so hard not to be my mother I did not see this comin. Oh, Joey, Im sorry. Im so sorry. I just wanted you to learn.
Chandler: What, no, "Nice apartment, I bet the bedrooms are huge?"
Ross: What, so this guy is helping you for no apparent reason?
Rachel: Yknow what? No. Its not over until someone says, "I do." (Exits)
Chandler: Someone's left a glass on the coffee table. There's no coaster. It's a cold drink, it's a hot day. Little beads of condensation are inching their way closer and closer to the surface of the wood...
Monica: No, I just I think that its too soon.
ALL: No.
Phoebe: (yelling from the bedroom) Get away from that! No! (she comes into the living room carrying the phone) She's just getting dressed.
Susan: You get to be the baby's father. Everyone knows who you are. Who am I? There's Mother's Day, there's Father's Day, there's no... Lesbian Lover Day.
Rachel: No! Come on! Dont make me go long. Use me. They never cover me.
Mona: No, I mean it. There are so few genuinely nice guys out there.
Ross: Eh..actually no, I don't need to because your little "Ross is dead" joke didn't work, ok, there were no responses. Nobody posted anything on the website, nobody called my parents, so the joke my friend is on you. Nobody called, nobody wrote anything, nobody cares that I'm dead. (silence) Oh my God! Nobody cares that I'm dead!?
CHANDLER: No he's, he's alright, just uh, he spends most of his time in his room.
RACHEL: Huh-hoo, yeah, no, it's still basil.
Paul: No, let me explain! Fired!!
Ross: No, no, Carol. There's nothing wrong with it. I just, I just don't think breast milk is for adults.
RACHEL: Oh my God.� I can't believe you live in that building.� My grandmother lives in that building.� Ida Green?� No sense of personal space?� Kind of smells like chicken?� Looks like a potato.
Rachel: Oh no, no-no-no, that's not, not, not, what he is doing. He's just, he's just really romantic.
RICHARD: No.
MONICA: No.