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Ross: Phoebs, It's open! It's open!
Ross: No. No, uh, Phoebs? You can'tyou can't do...
Ross: So, Phoebs owes $7.50, Monica, you owe $10, and Rachel, you owe fifteen big ones.
RACHEL: Hey Phoebs, whatcha got there?
ALL: Sorry Phoebs.
JOEY: Phoebs, what's goin' on?
CHANDLER: OK, Phoebs, your turn.
RICHARD: Hey Phoebs, what's happening?
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
GANG: Phoebs. [Phoebe leaves]
RACH: Hey Phoebs, how'd it go with Scott last night?
JOEY: Gotcha. Phoebs, walk with me.
DUNCAN: Um, now. Phoebs.
JOEY: Phoebs, that's OK. You took a big step today.
ROSS: Hey, Phoebs, how'd it go.
RACHEL: Great set tonight Phoebs.
RACHEL: OK, Phoebs. But what about you?
RICHARD: Oh, thank you Phoebs. That's very sweet.
RACH: No, Phoebs. I'm dating Russ.
ROSS: Yeah but Phoebs, what about the end?
RACHEL: Hey Phoebs. Oh hey, how's the dog?
CHAN: [to Phoebe] Listen, Phoebs, this is gonna be OK. [introducing Russ and Ross] Ross, Russ. Russ, Ross.
CHANDLER: Nah, Phoebs, that's the guy that comes in the frame.
JOEY: Phoebs look, if you want to know what the deal is, you're just gonna have to ask him.
JOEY: Good luck Phoebs.
CHANDLER: Hey Phoebs, can I have the milk after you?
ROSS: No no, you're uh, you're my lobster. See um, lobsters, uhh, in the tank when, when they're old, uhh, they get with, uhh, they walk around holding the claws. In the tank, ya know, with, with the holding and. . . Uhh, Phoebs you wanna help me out with the, the whole lobster thing?
CHANDLER: Ya know Phoebs, don't feel so bad for 'em. After they're done playing, I break out the little plastic women and everybody has a pretty good time.
CHAN: No, no, Phoebs. You know why? Cause he's dead.
JOEY: Hey Phoebs, if you want, I'll do it.
JOEY: All right Phoebs, way to go.
CHANDLER: Phoebs, let me ask you something, were, were these, uh, funny brownies?
JOEY: Uh, listen Phoebs, I know you're not goin' in there but do you think it'd be alright if I went in and used his bathroom? Oh, that's fine, never mind. Cool, snow, kinda like a blank canvas.
MONICA: Really Phoebs? Because, you know, you'd have to be an actual waitress. This can't be like your 'I can be a bear cub' thing.
JOEY: Phoebs, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out.
JOEY: This is unbelievable Phoebs, how can you be married?
Monica: Hey, Phoebs
Chandler: OK Phoebs, how many do you want?
JOEY: Hey Phoebs.
JOEY: Phoebs, he's just a little dog. [turns back to the car window and the dog is halfway through it.] Ahhh.
Chandler: Well, you know Phoebs. I don't know if it's your kinda thing, because it involves a lot of being normal. For a large portion of the day.
CHANDLER: Phoebs, play with meeee.