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Ross: Look, our table is down in front, okay, my boss is gonna be there, everyone will see if we arrive after it starts.
Ross: I.....got.....dressed. Really, really quickly. Okay, okay. (Rachel starts to follow Monica into her room, but Ross stops her and sends her back to her room.) There we go, there we go.
Chandler: You know what, okay, fine. Don't get up, you just sit right there. I just hope, you don't mind, you know, my hand right here. (holds his hand a couple of inches in front of Joey's face) Op, not touching, can't get mad! Not touching can't get mad! Not touching can't get mad! (Joey flings some dip onto Phoebe's dress)
Phoebe: Okay, thanks. Yeah, I'll try that.
Ross: Okay, look, we have nineteen minutes. Okay, Chandler, I want you to go and change! Okay. And then, when you come back, Joey will go change, and he'll have vacated the chair. Okay. Okay.
Monica: Yes. Well I got his machine and I left a message. But it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, because you know it was like a casual, breezy message. It was breezy! Oh God, what if it wasn't breezy?
Ross: Okay, Mon, I really don't think this is the... Okay, you're dialing, you are dialing.
Joey: Okay. (he gets up and takes the cushions with him, as he starts to leave)
Ross: Okay, now hold on. Joey, why, why can't you just wear the underwear you're wearing now?
Ross: Okay, then why do you have to wear underwear tonight?
Joey: It's a rented tux. Okay. I'm not gonna go commando in another man's fatigues.
Joey: Okay, you hide my clothes. I'm gonna do the exact opposite to you.
Phoebe: (entering from Rachel's room, wearing a huge bow to cover the stain) Okay, I'm ready.
Ross: Okay, hey, that's okay with me. Two down and I have exactly twelve minutes.... Wha, my watch stopped. My watch. (shows Chandler) Okay, see, the, the dinosaur tail isn't going around any more. (grabs Chandler's watch) What time is it? It's 7:33, I have seven minutes. I have seven minutes!!
Rachel: (entering from her room) Okay, Pheebs, quick, what shoes should I wear? The black or the purple?
Phoebe: Okay, okay, okay, the black. But, oh, do you have black, with the little strappys?
Ross: Yeah, pants, what, what an idea. Or better yet, um, how 'bout you go without any pants. Look, I don't know what you're trying to do to me, but just get your butt in there and pick out any shoes that fit your feet, okay. No, no I don't care if they match. I don't care if they make your ankles or your knees or your earlobes look fat. Okay.
Monica: (entering from her room) Okay. I gotta call Michelle. I gotta see if that was her voice or not. I'm sorry, I just have to.
Monica: Okay. That was her right?
Monica: See there you go. Woo! We're out of the woods. Okay, I'll get dressed now.
Phoebe: I'll get it, okay. (answers phone) Hi, Monica and Rachel's. (listens) Yeah, just a second, can I ask who's calling. (to Monica) Oh, ew, it's Michelle! Ew! She, she must have that Caller Id thing. You should get that.
Monica: Okay, fine. (runs to her room)
Phoebe: Okay, we're on it. We're on it.
Ross: Right. Right, okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled.
Ross: Okay. You know that I-I have to go.
Ross: Oh, well of course, the humiliating. So, so wee, we're okay.
Ross: Okay. Honey?
Joey: Okay, buddy-boy. Here it is. You hide my clothes, I'm wearing everything you own.
Ross: Okay, okay. Enough, enough with the lunging. No! I'm sick of this. Okay. I've had it up to here with you two! Neither you can come to the party!
Ross: You know what I don't care. The only person I cared about getting dressed, is the one person that says she's not even gonna go. Look Rach, I'm sorry. Okay. Look, I-I wa, I was a jerk. I'm sorry I yelled. I want you there, I need you there. Look, what, what can I do that can show you how much, how much I want you to be there.
Ross: Okay, okay. If that is what it takes to show you how much you mean to me, and how much I want you there. Then that's what I'll do.
Ross: I think this will be fine. Okay, vanilla milkshake, just a vanilla milkshake, with chicken bits floating in it. Cheers. (starts to drink, but Rachel stops him just before he starts drinking)
Rachel: No, no, no, wait! Okay, okay. Don't! I'll go, I'll go!
Monica: Hi, uh, Richard it's Monica, um, listen I did something kind of crazy tonight, um, maybe I'm getting my period or something, I don't know. Um, anyway, I, I, I beeped into your machine and I heard a message that, that freaked me out, and um, you know what Michelle will tell you the rest. I, I, um, I'm sorry, okay, I, I hope that we can forget the whole thing. Okay, bye.
Ross: (entering) Okay, okay, okay, I've got two cabs and no people. Go! Go! Go!
Rachel: And I still have about five seconds to spare. (kisses him) Okay, that was about seven seconds.
Ross: Okay.
Ross: Okay. (He gently touches it.) You can feel all the bones in your skull.
Joey: Yeah! All rightLook, I know sometimes itll be hard, okay? But, itll also be really really great. Please Rachel! I-I-I really want you to stay.
Joey: I kn-I know! I know! Okay? And apparently tomorrow when I go in to meet the director I have to take off my clothes so that they can see what my body looks like.
Monica: (Thinks a little more) Okay, Okay, (clapping her hands) All right. What if we got both houses? Huh? We can turn this house into a guest house.
Ross: Okay, Ive got three of my five.
Ross: Okay.
Ross: Okay.
Phoebe: Okay!
Ross: Okay.
Carol: Okay, bye!!
Chandler: Okay.
Ross: Okay, okay, okay. (hugs her) Ill get the bagels.
Ross: Okay, Joey, you know what? You have to go for it. How often does this happen to you, huh? You owe it to yourself.
Chandler: Okay, easy Martina. I think we should let them win the next game.
Monica: It was okay. Shes still kind of depressed because she broke up with her boyfriend.
Chandler: Okay, thats like the least fun game ever.
Phoebe: Okay. Oooh! Oh, this is our last huddle, yeah.
Phoebe: Okay.
Monica: It's okay. Chandler, are you afraid of me or something?
Phoebe: (in a deep voice, imitating Ross) Um, Rachel Im really sorry. (imitating Rachel) Thats okay, do you wanna get back together? (imitating Ross) Yeah, okay. (in her normal voice) Did anyone else hear that?!
Joey: Okay listen, how are you gonna ask her?
Gary: Phoebe, it's okay that you feel this way. I mean it is soon. And there's a lot of things we don't know about each other, and I just figure that everything I really like. And the things I don't know, I get to learn about at someplace with both our names on the mailbox.
All: Got it. Yeah all right. Yeah, okay.
Monica: Honey, umm I-I love you, (laughs) but umm, if you call our wedding a party one more time, you may not get invited. Okay? (Laughs) Listen, we could always earn more money, okay? But uh, were only gonna get married once.
Phoebe: No, Im really okay with this. Yknow why? Cause look at them, and I made that, so I know its gonna be like a million times harder to give up a baby but, oh my God, its gonna feel like a million times better, right? I wanna do this. (To Frank and Alice) I wanna carry your baby.
Monica: Okay, we'll start with the building. You guys take the first and second floor, Phoebe and I'll take third and fourth.
Phoebe: Okay.
Phoebe: Okay, but.
Joey: (To Monica) Okay! Look-look-look, uh, if youre gonna be moving in with him I feel its my responsibility to tell you the truth about him! Okay? Hes a terrible roommate! Terrible! He uh, forgets to umm Oh-oh he always, he always ummOh, who am I kidding! Hes the best roommate ever! (Hugs Chandler.)
Chandler: Okay, then get the lobster!
Monica: Yeah! I mean it was really funny, I-I just don't think you got it. You see Kara's coffee is-is-is weak tasting, okay? But-but what Doug was-was imply that it was weak physically. You get it now honey?
Rachel: Oh, okay.
Margha: It is okay, if I stay and watch?
Phoebe: Okay, so its probably just the Ross thing then.
Rachel: Okay, see now, what I just heard: blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah, blah, blah.
All: Okay.
Phoebe: Okay, look I-I-I do something nice, okay? Ill-Ill fill her ice trays.
Rachel: Okay. (Grabs the blender and starts to drink.)
Chandler: Okay.
Ross: Okay, I have to do something. I mean, I have, I have to stop it!
Ross: Yeah, okay.
Chandler: Okay.
Phoebe: Okay (she takes a huge, clearly obsolete cellphone she keeps in a closet and gives it to Monica)
Mark: Thats okay.
Monica: Okay, I'm not getting this!
Phoebe: Oh, okay. There should be Gold Man!
Phoebe: Okay well, he would turn things to gold.
Joey: Okay. (He grabs a jelly donut, takes a bite, and guess what he spills all over himself. He tries to clean it up and smears it all over the shirt.)
Monica: Okay.
Monica: Okay. (Does so.) Ow!!!!! Ow-oh-oh!
Phoebe: Okay, (starts to pack up her stuff) fine. Come dinosaur, were not welcome in the house of no imagination.
Rachel: Thats also the smaller piece. (Puts the piece onto a plate.) Okay, there you go. Enjoy your half my friend, but that is it. No sharing. No switching, and dont come crying to me if you eat your piece to fast. (As shes saying that she is backing out the door, when she finishes she turns around to return to her place, stumbles and drops the cheesecake on the floor.) Oh!!!!
Joey: Okay.
Chandler: For my last birthday you gave me a hug! (To Rachel) Okay, read the card! Read the card!
Lauren: Oh, okay.
Chandler: Are you kidding? Okay, Ill give you a hint; Ill give you a hint. (Points to his glasses.)
Ross: (stops her) Wait uh, listen. I-I, I have to tell you something. Umm, Ive been thinking, Im just gonna come out and say it. Okay? I-I-I ah, I-I think I love you.
Phoebe: Okay, obviously you dont know much about the U.S. government.
Ross: Okay umm, why dont we all take a seat, yknow? And uh, and Ill get us all some uh some coffees(He goes to pull out Elizabeths chair, but Paul steps in)Yeah, why dont you. (Paul pulls out her chair) Uh and you guys can talk about whatever, whatever you want. Yknow? Whatever pops into your head. (He turns his back to Paul and Elizabeth and points to himself for Chandler, Monica, and Phoebe. Then he goes to order the coffee.)
Phoebe: Okay. Would you rather live in the shirt pocket of a sweaty giant, or inside his shower drain?
Chandler: Okay! Now you stay out here, and you think about what you did!!
Phoebe: All right. Did everyone get out okay?
Phoebe: Oh my God, are you guys okay?
Ross: Okay, good bye! (leaves)
Monica: Okay. Heres the thing.
Phoebe: Oh, okay, I learned how to shoot a lay-up, a foul shot, and a twenty-three pointer.
Joey: Thats not what I said. Okay, I just meant...
Chandler: Look, it really is gonna be okay. The important thing is that we love each other and that were gonna get married.
Chandler: Okay. (to Monica) Its a racecar.
Hooker: Uh, no. But I could pretend to strip, but thats gonna cost extra. Okay, heres the extras, handcuffs, spanking (Chandler grunts for her not to continue and Joey pulls him back into the kitchen.)
Waiter: Eh, okay, the waiters have a little pool going. We have a bet on how long it'll take before you give up and go home.
Ross: Okay. This stuff?
Rachel: (looks at him) That was (pause) surreal. Okay, what do think? Are you interested at all?
Ross: Oh, okay, yknow what this is? This is a difference of opinion. And when that happens in a marriage...
Rachel: Okay, just sweep it.
Phoebe: Okay. (they start to leave, he is still following her) Okay, you don't have to walk behind me any more.
Ross: (checks his watch) Sure, okay.
Ross: Okay.
Ross: Okay.
Rachel: Okay, I do.
Rachel: Okay.
ROSS: Okay, good luck (kisses her and leaves)
Rachel: Okay, you are going to tell her and youre going to tell her now. (She grabs his nipple and starts to twist it.)
Chloe: What? Are you married? Cause thats okay.
Monica: Okay, bye.
Rachel: Okay.
Rachel: Okay.
Phoebe: Okay, I asked for the news, not the weather.
Rachel: Okay. Hang up! Thats it! Come on!
Joey: Okay.
Rachel: Okay, bye-bye!
Monica: Okay, wait, you gotta hang up cause were gonna be late.
Monica: Joey, now that you're okay with the house, do you wanna go see your room?
Tommy: Okay.
Joey: Well, then it wouldn't be a secret. So yeah, that would be okay. Yeah. Yeah!
Ross: Are you kidding? Look, were not gonna be together just because were having a baby. Okay?
Chandler: Okay, ten bucks says that we can name every item in that bag.
Joey: Hey! Are you okay?
Chandler: Look, Im sorry. Okay? Im weak, and pathetic, and sorry.