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