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