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Joey: Well, ah, Im an actor. Im fairly neat. I ah, I got my own TV. Oh, and dont worry Im totally okay with the gay thing.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Chandler is neglecting the game of Scrabble, for he's busily drawing on his own childhood in an attempt to help Ross. Marcel chitters about.]
Phoebe: Na-uh, no, we are all responsible for our own babies.
Joey: Yknow Terry, I-I dont really need to do this. I got my own cable TV series, (Pause) with a robot.
Rachel: Now that youre on youre own, youre free to look as stupid as you like.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Phoebe is entering with her own dollhouse, that she made herself.]
Hillary: And someday soon, I hope to open my own restaurant.
MONICA: It's for their own good.
Rachel: Yeah, yeah I think Im gonna find my own place.
Rachel: Well, someone that has his own tux, or has the ability to rent a tux.
Ross: So youre strong enough to face her on your own?
(David puts his napkin up to his mouth and starts laughing at his own line. Matt notices him after a while and starts laughing as well.)
Rachel: (sympathetic) Ohh. So you raised her all on your own?
Rachel: (To Monica) Yeah, youre on your own.
Joey: Okay, buddy-boy. Here it is. You hide my clothes, I'm wearing everything you own.
The Woman: I own this store.
Phoebe: I never had a bike of my own.
Rachel: I get to hire my own assistant!
Phoebe: Your own boat?
Rachel: Ok, I know this is gonna sound really stupid, but I feel that if I can do this, you know, if I can actually do my own laundry, there isn't anything I can't do.
Chandler: Okay, what do you saw I go over there and say how much I like her? (Joey gives him a thumbs up) No-no it'll be good, I can tell her much I've been thinking about her. That I haven't stopped thinking about her since the moment I met her. That I'm so fantastically, over-the-top, wanna-slit-my-own-throat in love with her, that for every minute of every hour of every day I can't believe my own damn bad luck that you met her first!!
Paul: Why cant you get a girlfriend your own age?
Chandler: Seriously? Seriously, no! You can play your own age which is 31!
Phoebe: Ooh, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter!
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Phoebe is telling Chandler and Monica how she fought crime in her own way with the badge she found.]
ROSS: No look I wasn''t right, that's what I came here to tell you. I was totally hung up on, on my own stuff. Listen, I'm someone who needs the whole security thing, ya know. To know exactly where my next paycheck is coming from buy you, you don't need that and that's amazing to me. I could never do what you do Joey.
Phoebe: Or, we could not tell them we know and have a little fun of our own.
Chandler: I just think that things would go a lot smoother if we each have our own zone. Phoebe, you can be in charge of wiping. And yknow Mon, you can be in charge of diapering and I can be in charge of looking how cute they are when they put their hands around (He degrades into baby talk, but he means when they grab his finger.)
Rachel: Do I have my own castle?
Joey: Fine! Have you ever got stuck in a pair of your own leather pants?!
Ross: (getting upset) Oh-oh really? Did you confuse it with your own turkey sandwich with a Moist Maker?
Luisa: Ah, it's not so much you, you were fat, you had your own problems. (To Rachel) But you? What a bitch!
Chandler: Before or after you were shot by your own troops?
Alice: No-no-no, no, its going to be fine. Because umm, because I teach Home Ec, and uh, I can have 30 kids making baby clothes all year long. Yknow itll-itll be like my very own little sweatshop.
Phoebe: Oh my God, hes not even appreciated in his own time. I would give anything to not be appreciated in my own time!
Joey: The ones that got me the Porsche! Will you keep up! (Chandler wipes his forehead with a baby wipe, that might have been used. He drops it disgustedly.) But I figured, if-if people keep seeing me just standing there, theyre gonna start to think that I dont own it. So I figured Ill wash it. Right? Monica, you got a bucket and some soap I can borrow?
Phoebe: Ooh-Ooh! I did it! I did it! I figured out a way to make money! Im gonna open up my own massage place and Franks gonna help me! And! We can work it around his schedule so he doesnt have to quit school!
(She goes over and lets Phoebe bounce in wearing her own wedding dress.)
[Scene: Rachel has gone off on her own to look for the cat's owner.]
PHOEBE: I sound amazing. I, I, I've never heard myself sing before. I mean, except in my own head. Oh, this is so cool, now I can hear what you hear.
(In the rooms next door, Joey, Rachel, Ross and Charlie stop kissing and try to understand what the yelling was about. After a while they continue kissing. We're back in Chandler and Monica's room. Monica has some of her own hair stuffed in her mouth by Chandler.)
Ross: Hey, when the snippy guy sees the routine, hell wanna build us our own platform!
Joey: Maybe Monicas playing a joke on ya. Yknow? Getting her own husband a hooker, thats pretty funny.
MONICA: What if my own baby hates me? Huh? What am I gonna do then?
Joey: I mean come on you guys! My own TV show? I just dont know if Im good enough.
Rachel: I know, I lied! I didnt want her to think I was a terrible mother! I cant even see my own baby!
Monica: Are you crazy?! We own those two! I mean look at 'um, he can't breath and she's popping pills.
Ross: Ya wanna hang back and take our own cab?
ROSS: Uh, lunch chef, purchasing, own little desk when Roland's not there. Here's to my little sister--
Chandler (reading the newspaper): Suddenly I wish I was reading my own name.
Monica: (laughs nervously as well, Laura looks confused) (To Laura) Some people don't get him, but I think he's really funny! (She takes Laura to their own bedroom).
Ross: I dont think charging new clothes too your dad qualifies as making it on your own.
Chandler: (on phone) Hey Mr. Kostelic! How's life on the fifteenth floor? (Listens) Yeah, I miss you too. (Listens) Yeah, it's a lot less satisfying to steal pens from your own home, you know? (Listens) Well, that's very generous (Listens) er, but look, this isn't about the money. I need something that's more than a job. I need something I can really care about.... (Listens) And that's on top of the yearly bonus structure you mentioned earlier? (Listens) Look, Al, Al... I'm not playing hardball here, OK? This is not a negotiation, this is a rejection! (Listens) No! No! No, stop saying numbers! I'm telling you, you've got the wrong guy! You've got the wrong guy! (Listens) I'll see you on Monday! (slams the phone down)
Rachel: Youre supposed to realize that they are adults! And that they can make their own decisions.
Ross: Exactly, itll be illegal for him to drink at his own bachelor party.
Chandler: You know, guys I got to say. This means so much to me. That you would trust me with your child. I mean, we all know that Monica and I have been trying to have a baby of our own. You know I've had my doubts about my skills as a father, but that you two.. that you two.... <starts to cry>
Ross: Can�t hold her own head up, but yeah jumped.
Joey: No. No, I just uh, I just loved the way it feels when everybody thinks I own a Porsche.
JOEY: Hey.� How come you're answering your own phone?� Where's your crazy assistant?
Janice: I hate to be the one to say it, but honey you two (Her and Emma) are on your own.
Ross: Why would I eat my own arm?
Phoebe: No, you can�t go. No-no-no, I can�t hold this table on my own. If they ask me to move, I cave.
Chandler: Well you wouldn't, but we own the paper, we can print whatever we want.
Sarah: I'm sorry, I don't own a TV.
Rachel: Well, come on, Steve; let's not rule out nervous laughter. Hey, now wait a minute. Phoebe told me that - that you owned your own restaurant. That's impressive.
Joey: What? I get my own room?
Rachel: I know Mona, just hear me out. First of all, Im so sorry about my father yelling at you, but I heard you totally held your own. Youre gonna have to tell me how you did that.
Chandler: Ross, just for my own piece of mind, youre not married to anymore of us are ya?
Rachel: But Erin Brockovich had her own house.
Ross: (shows Tag his sweater tag) Umm, I dont some Italian guy. Come on, read your own label. See you later.
Joey: (out of his Monica character) Very good! Drawing on your own experience, I like that!
Rachel: Oh yeah. Okay, see mom, the truth is I can do this on my own.
Phoebe: All right, everyone calm down! Everyone calm down! I have something that I would like to say! Who here likes Ross? (Ross is the only one who raises his hand and Phoebe glares at him to put his hand back down.) Of course you don't like him! He-he didn't give you any money, he raised his own hand when I asked, "Who hear likes Ross," and he's wearing two nametags! (He takes one off.) I-I'll be honest with you guys, when I first met Ross I didn't like him at all! But then once I got to know him I saw that he's really sweet and caring and very generous. I mean, all I'm saying is don't judge Ross before you get to know him all right? I mean, I like all you guys now, but when I first meet you y'know Kurt, I thought, y'know abrasive drunk, umm Lola, mind numbingly stupid! And okay, you guys (She turns to an elderly gentleman and a 20 something woman, who're a couple.) (To the girl) Gold-digger, (To the old guy) cradle robbing perv! So, I think you all know what I mean.
Rachel: Oh, youre one of those. But yknow what? I have two sisters of my own and we just-just tortured each other.
Joey: Well, with Dr. Drake they always tell me what to say. And with Joey, I pretty much have to make it up on my own.
Cecilia: Yeah, but you can come and visit me. I bet that you could uh, own a few places down there.
Phoebe: (in a nasally voice, from her cold) But I'm unemployed, my music is all I really have now. Well music, and making my own shoes. (She puts her shoe on the table, and it's horribly decorated) Pretty, huh? (Sneezes)
[Cut to Joey's room, who's going throw his own contractions. Plus, he has Ross in a headlock.]
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's apartment. Phoebe is on the phone and Monica is nonchalantly "minding her own business".]
Joey: Am I psyched? The lead in my own TV series? Ive dreamed about this for years! Why have I not been preparing?!
Monica: Okay, good, cause umm, well maybe we could have a little workout of our own...
Chandler: He's not right for the part. So if I suggest him, my bosses are gonna think I'm an idiot! And that's something they should learn on their own!
Rachel: Well of course I do! But yknow, favorite returning character is a tough category Joey. I mean youre up against the guy who survived his own cremation.
Joey: Ooh, ooh, I know! We should pool all own money and buy the Knicks!
Phoebe: Or, we could not tell them we know and have a little fun of our own
Joey: You own the room. (She smiles and stares longingly into his eyes.) We should probably get-get uh
Joey: Noo! I can't take any more secrets! (To Rachel) I've got your secrets. I've got their secrets. I got secrets of my own y'know!
Chandler: The front page? You really do live in your own little world, dont ya?
Rachel: No, come on, I'm totally ok. (hugging him) I don't need you to come! I can totally handle this on my own.
Phoebe: It's a cotton swab with a bit of my saliva on it, so that if they perfect the cloning process while you are over there, you can use the DNA to create your own Pheebs!
Chandler: So how come Richard's selling the place? Went bankrupt? Medical malpractice? Choked on his own moustache?
CHANDLER: If I'm gonna be an old, lonely man, I'm gonna need a thing, you know, a hook, like that guy on the subway who eats his own face. So I figure I'll be Crazy Man with a Snake, y=know. Crazy Snake Man. And I'll get more snakes, call them my babies, kids will walk past my place, they will run. "Run away from Crazy Snake Man," they'll shout!
Monica: Can you believe it? I finally get to run my own kitchen!
Joey: You don't own a TV? What's all your furniture pointed at??
Rachel: Ross, I'm telling you, she's giving up getting her eyebrows (points at her own to emphasize the word) shaped to do this alright? Do you understand how important that is in our world?
MR. GELLER: Look, I know what you're going through. When I turned 50 I got the Porsche. You... you got your own little speedster.
Rachel: Noo, I y'know I don't see why she has to play with you, that's all. I mean doesn't she have any y'know other stripper moms friends of her own?
Phoebe: Hang on! Hang on! Hang on! (Answering the phone.) Go!! Whos this? (Listens) Oh okay, youre gonna like working for me. Whats your name? (Listens) What kind of name is Brendy? I Whatever Stop talking! All right, from now on your name is Joan. You can pick your own last name.
(Back at the couch, Dr. Mitchell and Dr. Rosen have concerns of their own.)
Joey: (Spotting her movements takes her hand into his own) You are beautiful, you know that?
Joey: Well because you didn't give me advice! No! You gave me a pickup line! As soon as I told her I wanted to y'know, build a foundation and be friends first. I suddenly, through no fault of my own, became irresistible to her! (Pause) And her roommate!