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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?
Ross: No. No, uh, Phoebs? You can'tyou can't do...
CHANDLER: OK, Phoebs, your turn.
RACHEL: Hey Phoebs, whatcha got there?
ALL: Sorry Phoebs.
Ross: So, Phoebs owes $7.50, Monica, you owe $10, and Rachel, you owe fifteen big ones.
JOEY: Phoebs, what's goin' on?
Ross: Phoebs, It's open! It's open!
GANG: Phoebs. [Phoebe leaves]
JOEY: Phoebs, that's OK. You took a big step today.
CHAN: OK, look, that is one guy's opinion, alright. Phoebs, read yours.
JOEY: Gotcha. Phoebs, walk with me.
RICHARD: Hey Phoebs, what's happening?
RACH: Hey Phoebs, how'd it go with Scott last night?
ROSS: Hey, Phoebs, how'd it go.
DUNCAN: Um, now. Phoebs.
ROSS: Yeah but Phoebs, what about the end?
RICHARD: Oh, thank you Phoebs. That's very sweet.
RACHEL: OK, Phoebs. But what about you?
RACHEL: Great set tonight Phoebs.
JOEY: Good luck Phoebs.
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.
RACH: No, Phoebs. I'm dating Russ.
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.
CHANDLER: Hey Phoebs, can I have the milk after you?
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.
JOEY: Hey Phoebs, if you want, I'll do it.
JOEY: All right Phoebs, way to go.
CHAN: No, no, Phoebs. You know why? Cause he's dead.
JOEY: Phoebs, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out.
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.
Chandler: OK Phoebs, how many do you want?
JOEY: This is unbelievable Phoebs, how can you be married?
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.
CHANDLER: Phoebs, let me ask you something, were, were these, uh, funny brownies?
Monica: Hey, Phoebs
JOEY: Hey Phoebs.
CHANDLER: Phoebs, play with meeee.
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.