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Rachel: Hey, look, you guys, I'm going for anything here, OK? I cannot be a waitress anymore, I mean it. I'm sick of the lousy tips, I'm sick of being called 'Excuse me...'
Rachel: (to Monica): Really? (out loud): Sure, we have scones left! (to Monica): OK, read them to me.
Monica: (reading): OK... Dear Ms. Green... yeah... yeah... yeah... No. (crumpes up letter)
Ross: Look, I am totally, totally over her, OK, I just... (Rachel comes over, Ross lays head on table): Hiiii!
Rachel: OK. (walks away)
Phoebe: Oh, OK, so then what is it? Some kind of... you know, like, like... some kind of, y'know, like... alright, what is it?
Chandler: (teaching) OK, so now we draw cards.
Chandler: OK Phoebs, how many do you want?
Phoebe: OK, I just need two... the, um, ten of spades and the six of clubs.
Rachel: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no, that's OK, I don't need them. I'm going for fours.
Chandler: (changing subject) OK, so at this point, the dealer...
Chandler: OK, alright, last minute lesson, last minute lesson. (holds up two cards) Joey... three... eight. Eight... three. (Joey is unamused) Alright babe, deal the cards.
Rachel: OK, sorry to break up this party, but I've got resumes to fax before work tomorrow... (gets up to leave)
Phoebe: OK, Monica? I had another answer all ready.
Ross: Look, Rachel, this is poker. I play to win, alright? In order for me to win, other people have to lose. So if you're gonna play poker with me, don't expect me to be a 'nice guy,' OK? Cause once those cards are dealt... (claps hands three times)
Ross: You are not putting that on again! Marcel, OKif you press that button, you are in very, very big trouble.
Monica: OK, look. That is Aunt Iris. This woman has been playing poker since she was five. You gotta listen to every word she says. (opens door) Hi!
Chandler: Um, ok... the... the fifth dentist caved and now they're all recommending Trident?
Monica: OK, great. You'll tell us and we'll laugh. Let's play poker.
Rachel: No, no, thats OK. Y'know, I think I'm gonna give it a go.
Monica: OK, we done with the chit-chat? Are we ready to play some serious poker?
Phoebe: (holding a card and waving it in front of her face) Hey you guys, look, the one-eyed jack follows me wherever I go. (they look at her) Right, OK, serious poker.
Phoebe: OK Joey, your bet.
Rachel: Yeah...(sigh)....OK. Where were we? Oh, OK... five card draw, uh... jacks or better... nothing wild, everybody ante.
Rachel: OK... see your two... and I raise you twenty. (throws it in)
Rachel: OK, then get me your purse.
Monica: OK, here you go. Good luck.
Joey: That's OK, Ross, you can ask me. What?
Ross: (to Rachel): OK, I am calling your seventeen. What do you got?
Rachel: OK, OK, it's my turn. (reads the answer)
JOEY: Are you ok, Ross?
RACHEL: Ok.
Steve: (unconcerned) Yeah, OK.
PHOEBE: Yeah, ok. You probably did everything you could.
ROSS: Ok.
PHOEBE: Ok, do you know A minor?
CHANDLER: Ok.
STEPHANIE: Ok.
JOEY: Ok.
Rachel: Ok. (Phoebe starts to walk in the opposite direction though. Rachel sees and follows her) Wha...? where? Where are you going?
RACH: Thank you. OK. [dials] [to Michael] Machine. Just waiting for the beep.
Phoebe: (entering and talking on mobile phone) Ok, great! All right, bye! (she hangs up) Pain in the ass!! (she looks at the others, then back at the phone) That's off, right?
Joey: Oh! I got it! Ok, everyone pick a number from one to ten. Alright? Whoever gets the highest number gets to go first.
RACH: OK, OK.
ROSS: Have a good time. Ok, Ben.
PHOEBE: Yeah, it's just so strange. I mean, she probably woke up today and thought, "ok, I'll have some breakfast, and then I'll take a little walk, and then I'll have my massage." Little did she know God was thinking, "Ok, but that's it." Oh, but the weirdest thing was, ok, I was cleansing her aura when she died, and when the spirit left her body, I don't think it went very far.
PHOE: Ok, all right.
Monica: Hey, honey, my test is down the hall, are you sure you're going to be ok?
RACH: Well. [looks at watch] Woah, look at that! I gotta go, I gotta date. With a man. Um, OK, you guys have a really, uh, have a really good night and you two have a, uh, have a, uh, really good cat. [she leaves carrying her tray then comes back in] OK, we're not supposed to take these when we leave.
RACHEL: OK Julie, so now let's start with your childhood, what was that like?
Ross: Ok, would people stop drinking the breast milk?
MNCA: Sure, what? Ok, ok. [hangs up the phone] [to Rachel] Music?
RACHEL: Ok, Chandler, Mon, there's only one bananna nut muffin left.
PHOEBE: OK, is this really my father?
MONICA: I hope she's OK.
CHANDLER: OK.
PHOEBE: OK, let's go.
ROSS: OK, tip the man.
ROSS: No, no, wait, ok, ok, look at the other side. Look at Julie's column.
PHOEBE: OK.
Ross: Come on, there are plenty of other women out thereok? Just - just forget about her, ok? Just, she's off limits.
ROSS: Are you OK?
CHANDLER: OK, Phoebs, your turn.
PHOE: Are... are you OK?
FBOB: Yeah, OK.
Joey: Ok! All right, well... I'm gonna see if I can get a room for the night and I'll... I'll see you later!
Gavin: Well, let me explain how birthday parties usually work. There are presents, and a cake, perhaps a fourth or fifth person. Ok, I ... got you the present to make up for being such a jerk to you earlier.
RACH: Ohhh, OK.
PHOE: OK, so, you know what you're doing, right?
PHOE: I, OK....
PHOE: OK honey, you're dating Ross.
MNCA: OK.
ROSS: Ok.
ROSS: Ok.
CHANDLER: Oh, ok.
RACHEL: Ok.
ROSS: Is everything ok?
RACHEL: Ok, who ordered what?
ROSS: Ok, here, here. There we go.
ROSS: No, that, that was, I mean, as opposed to uh, the uh, ok. Is this over yet Rach?
CHANDLER: Spanish midgets. Spanish midgets wrestling. Julie. Ok, yes, I see how you got there. (phone rings)
ROSS: It's ok. I'm sorry.
Rachel: Ok, great, because I gotta get out of here, the smell of beets is killing me!
PHOEBE: Ok, that's so nice.
PHOEBE: OK, here I go. I'm goin' in.
ROSS: Ok.
ROSS: Ok.
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
CHANDLER: Ok, but can you tell him that, because he thinks he's too pink.
ROB: You OK?
MNCA: Ok, how about pilgrim Mockolate mousse?
PHOEBE: OK, hi again.
CHANDLER: OK. [reads paper] Brake left, gas right?
PHOEBE: OK, Rachel, I'm ready.
RACHEL: OK.
PHOEBE: OK. Um, how come I'm walking with you?
Ross: Well, OK, its for a boy. Well, I know its a little out there, but Darwin.
RACHEL: OK, I'm doin' it for ya.
CHANDLER: Oh uh, o, OK.
RACHEL: Wow. Wow, that's great. Great. Ok, wow, you know what.
PHOEBE: OK, Rachel, why don't you start talking first.
MONICA: OK.
RACHEL: Oh, what a load of crap. That is a dot. Your mother is up in heaven going, 'Where the hell is my lily, you wuss?' OK, Phoebe, that is not a tattoo, this is a tattoo. [she bends over and bears her tattoo right when Ross returns]
CHANDLER: OK.
RACHEL: OK, well, bye. [kisses him]
MONICA: OK.
JOEY: Phoebs, that's OK. You took a big step today.
JOEY: Ok. He kept my dollar.
MONICA: No really, they're OK.
CHAN: So you really OK about all this?
RICHARD: I know, I know. Just hang in there, OK. OK, I'll go out first, alright.
MONICA: Ok, then just go.
RICHARD: Ok. [leaves]
PHOEBE: I think she's OK.
RACHEL: Ross, there is no us, OK.
ROSS: Rach. OK, forget, forget the lobsters OK. We're, let's talk, what about us?
PHOEBE: OK, no. For your information I'm going to see him so I can put all those feeling behind me. OK, and the reason I'm dressed like this is because I think it's nice to look nice for your gay husband.
CHANDLER: Ok, so let me just get this straight. So we're uh, strictly talking about the middle?
Dr. Franzblau: Ok, all right, well aren't there times when you come home at the end of the day, and you're just like, 'if I see one more cup of coffee'...
ROSS: [enters] Ok, what the hell happened back there?
PHOE: OK. [reading] The only thing worse than the mindless, adolescent direction...
Chandler: Ok, who wants light cheese, and who wants dark cheese?
Joey: All right, look, I'm not proud of this, ok? Well, maybe I am a little.
PHOEBE: Oh, OK, I don't eat meat.
MONICA: OK, um. Goodbye.
RACHEL: It's OK, it's fine.
RACHEL: OK, that's dead right?
ROSS: OK. Hold my board.
Ross: Ok. Well, before I say anything, I just need to know, is this one of those things where you break up with a guy, and then I tell you what I think, and then the next day you get back together with the guy, and I look like a complete idiot?
RACHEL: Ok, Ross, Ross, ok listen, what we have is amazing.