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Rachel: Ok, off the top of my head... Don and Janet.
Rachel: All right, all right, you're right, I won't do anything with Joey, I just thought that we (Joey enters the hall) Ok so that would be two cups of tarragon, one pound of baking soda and one red onion? (Joey enters his apartment)
Ross: You know what, he's a big boy, I'm sure he'll find us, ok?
Joey: You're fine, ok? But everyone else acts like an idiot around famous people!
Joey: Ok, ok! Fine! You can come, but don't tell anybody else. It's up on the roof at 8.
Ross: Oh... ok, fine. But... ehm... I just have one question for you, ehm... (aping Professor Spafford) When we exit should we walk, or run, or prance, or stroll...
Charlie: Stop it, stop it! He talks slow but he might pee fast! Ok, let's go!! (they run outside)
Phoebe: Oh, you're a paleonthologist, too! (pause) Oh, ok, now, what do you think of Ranion's new theory of species' variegation in segmented arthopods?
Rachel: ... Ok, who is this?
Monica: Ok, then, why are you... (she opens her robe revealing a nice black dress) all dressed up??
Monica: Ok, what is this?
Rachel: Ok! (whispering) Joey is having a secret Days Of Our Lives party up on the roof and he sent you guys to the play to get rid of you!
Rachel: Ok professor or detective?
Joey: (looks perplexed and opens up his robe) Ok... I mean...
Rachel: Ok actually Mon, Matthew was just giving me his phone number.
Rachel: Ok
Charlie: Ok, you want the dirt? Alby was seriously insecure. I mean, he was really intimidated by the guy I dated before him.
Joey: (browsing the tissues) Let me see if I approve any of these clowns. This guy wears a rug (discards one). This guy's Canadian (discards another). And this guy is in a cult, ok, and it costs you 5,000$ to get to level three and I don't feel any different.
Phoebe: Go Charlie! But my point is, ok so she dated them but she also broke up with them. Maybe she's looking to, you know, slum it with some average Joe Phd.
Phoebe: Ok well give her a chance to see all of that!
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?
Rachel: No, no, thats OK. Y'know, I think I'm gonna give it a go.
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.
Ross: You are not putting that on again! Marcel, OKif you press that button, you are in very, very big trouble.
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.