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Monica: Here. Ben, do you wanna play the airplane game, do you wanna show Rachel? Come here. (takes Ben) Were gonna do something fun. Okay. (throws Ben up in the air a little bit and catches him) Weee!! (moves into the living room and does it again) Weee!! (starts to walk back into the kitchen as she does it again, and hits Bens head on that wooden beam across the ceiling.)
Chandler: Could I play?
Phoebe: (shes strumming something) Yeah? (Joey nods yes.) Okay, I think Ill play it at the wedding.
Phoebe: You dont play the oboe!
Ross: My dad wanted to know if you wanted to play racquetball with us.
Monica: Phoebe! You're sick, you shouldn't play. You should just go home, get in bed, and stay there.
Chandler: Well, sure, but can you play it on a plane? (pats his Travel Scrabble game)
Kate: No, thats not it. So, youre a soap actor? Well this must be pretty exciting for you to be in a real play, hmm?
Ross: (Watching Marcel play with Phoebe. To Chandler) Look at him. I'm not saying he has to spend the whole evening with me, but at least check in.
[Scene: Chandler and Eddie's apartment. Chandler is at the foosball table trying to get Phoebe to play a game with him.]
Phoebe: Ooh! How was Kathys play?
(Phoebe gets up and goes to play, Ross goes over and sits down next to Monica and Rachel.)
Monica: Y'know what, this is obviously some kind of twisted joke she's trying to play on him.
Ross: Thats right! Thats right, dont you play a woman?
Ross: I guess he musta gotten the part in that play.
Monica: I used to love to play restaurant.
PHOEBE: Oh, I would love to have kids. . . you're, you're the, you're, me play the songs that I will write for them.
Rachel: Uhh, because Im trying to play hard to get. Oh, quick hes looking over here, say something funny.
Chandler: We have heard you play.
Chandler: We heard you play all the way from your apartment!
(They quickly take their places and Here Comes the Bride Begins to play. Everyone seated looks back. Emily is being escorted up the aisle by her father. She kisses him on the cheek and takes her place by Rosss side.)
Monica: That other play?
Joey's Hand Twin: Are you gonna play?
Ross: All right then. (Gets up, in an announcers voice) Rachel Green! Lets play Bamboozled! (Reading from a note card.) How do you test the temperature of the babys bath water?
Phoebe: That play?
Ross: Come on thats not fair! I mean you havent even heard me play!
Ross: Oh, I uh, hope you don't mind, I kinda uh, jazzed it up a little. Check this out. (He plays the greeting, and We Will Rock You starts to play and Ross's voice comes over it.) We will, we will, call you back!
Chandler: And those guys were this (Doing the standard "This Close" gesture) close to lettin us play this time too.
PHOEBE: OK. [they kiss] OK, alrighty, let's play some tunes. Hi everybody, I'm Phoebe
Monica: My dad told me. They play golf together.
Chandler: Seriously? Seriously, no! You can play your own age which is 31!
Joey: (thinking he's kidding) Ok, Ross! It's... It's fun, yeah! No, I-I play Doctor Drake Ramoray.
(Ross pushes play.)
Joey: I have an audition for this play and for some of it I have to speak French. Which, according to my résumé, I'm fluent in.
Phoebe: Yeah, oh Im sorry, it must be really hard to hear! I tell ya, its a lot easier having three babies play Bringing in the Noise, Bringing in da Funk on your bladder! Im so sick of being pregnant! The only happiness I get is from a cup of coffee, which of course is decaf, causeOh! Im pregnant!
Rachel: Okay, so lets play for some pepper! Stop spending my money!
Rachel: Yeah, I mean, you should play in public!
Monica: So, did you play in college? (She points to his NYU Soccer (football for the rest of the world) sweatshirt he's wearing.)
All you want is a dingle, What you envy's a schwang, A thing through which you can tinkle, Or play with, or simply let hang...
Ross: No, youve heard my practice. Okay? Just-just give me a chance to perform for you and then decide whatever you want. And Im not going to tell you what song Im gonna play either. But uh, lets just say when its over Ill bet there will be a we bit o celebration.
Chandler: Okay, uh, how about, how aboutyknow what? We could play a new game. A new game, its fun.
Phoebe: Shocking! Lets play the game of who can stay quiet the longest. (Giggles)
Ross: You know, Barracuda was the first song I learned to play on the keyboard.
CHAN: Waitress. Got it. You guys wanna play Doom? Or we could keep doing this. What else?
Chandler: (interrupting him) We didnt play it!!
Phoebe: Lets try something else, lets play a game.
Joey: (announcer voice to the camera) Lets play Bamboozled!
Chandler: Why do you want to play this game so bad?
Rachel: Okay. (Pushes play.) Okay, thats him! Thats him! Thats Cujo! Thats Cujo!
Ross: See but, Pheebs that-that is the exact opposite intent of my music. Yknow my music is-is meant to inspire, and if it bothers you this much, then I I wont play anymore.
Joey: Wow! Cool! (He takes the guitar, stands up, and goes to play a note. However, while strumming it, he knocks it out of his hands and it bounces off the table and lands on the floor. Phoebe just stares at the guitar.)
Chandler: So uh, man, are you gonna go to the play with me tonight?
Joey: (announcer voice) All right! Lets play Bamboozled!
Doug: So thanks for the warm welcome. Its good to have you guys on my team, and I come to play. I hope you do too. Now, lets go out there and get em! Huh? And remember, there is no I in team.
Phoebe: Although he does play with himself in his sleep.
All you want is a dingle, What you envy's a schwang, A thing through which you can tinkle, Or play with, or simply let hang...
Joey: (to the camera) Hello, Im Joey Tribbiani! Lets play Bamboozled! Erin, you get the first question! In hockey, who is known as The Great One?
Monica: (comes over) O-kay, so you wanna play it that way, do you?
Phoebe: Oh, can I play too? Ive never played football, like ever.
Ross: Okay, first of all, I dont play with cheaters, and second of all, you know I had swollen glands!!
Chandler: Okay, lets play my game now.
Claudia: My kid's in a play right now.
Ross: Oh! (Does a laugh/groan.) Listen umm, I, I just stopped by to see if you wanted to see this play tonight. Umm, its supposed to be excellent. The director is the same
ROSS: Okay.� (They sit.)� So, um, Phoebe tells me you, ah, you play piano.
Joey: Look, Ross, really its-its no big deal. Yknow you wear a white coat, I wear a blue blazer, if that means we cant be friends at work, then so be it. Yknow, hey I understand. Yknow? Hey, when Im in a play and youre in the audience, I dont talk to you, right? So its yknow, its uh, its cool. Ill see you tomorrow. (Leaves)
Phoebe: Wait-wait-wait-wait! So, explain something to me though, if, if nobody tagged Rachel, then isnt the play still going.
Phoebe: Please, dont play the music. Just uh one more. LIVE FROM NEW YORK! ITS SATURDAY NIGHT!!
All: Hey! You're in a play! I didn't know you could dance! You had a beard!
Joey: Oh this is great! I might actually get to play Ben's dad!
Monica: Alright, you know, we got it, we got it. Let's play for real. High stakes... big bucks...
Phoebe: Yeah, what is that? Like, some kind of guy thing? Like, some kind of sexist guy thing? Like it's poker, so only guys can play?
Monica: Oh, play them!
Chandler: I could fall asleep at a play.
Rachel: Oh, that's why you got these tickets to that play, to get rid of us??
Joey: Alright now listen, you guys, we talked about it, and if you don't want to play, we completely understand.
Rachel: Oh, hey, I have an idea. Why don't we play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses goes in first. (they all agree) Ready? (they do the rock-paper-scissor thing with they hands and Rachel has paper, Phoebe and Ross both have rock, while Joey is doing a strange upward wiggling with his fingers. They all look a him confused).
Joey: Look, my agent hooked me up with six tickets to a great play.
Chandler: Yes. Yes, there is, they play on Sundays and Monday nights.
Janine: (entering from her room) Monica! Chandler! Im really-really sorry about tonight. I dont know if Joey told you; I just couldnt get out of going to this play. Im sorry. Have a great time.
Mike: I'll play ya!
Ross: (trying to act manly in front of Janine) No I dont want to play video games, Joey!
Mike: You're ready to play?
Phoebe: Im sorry, but I just wrote the best dance song for your wedding. Check this out. (Gets ready to play.)
[Scene: The playground. Ross put Emma on the swing and they’re ready to play]
Chandler: Ok, here we go! (he pushes the play button)
(they continue to play ping pong and then Mike scores, winning the game)
Chandler: Because I'm gonna play for ya.
Monica:: Ok (sits down next to him) This is how much I love you. (She presses play then puts her arm around Chandler's neck.)
(Monica and Mike start to play ping pong. Mike scores)
Chandler: Oh yeah! Okay, lets play again. (He deals out two cards each again.) What do you got?
Joey: How could I not get the part? The play was about a 29-year-old Italian actor from Queens.
Joey: Oh, so we didn't win, but it's fun to play the game, right?
(Chandler prepares to play)
TERRY: F.Y.I.. I've decided to pay a professional musician to play in here on Sunday afternoons. Her name is Stephanie... something. She's supposed to be very good.
Monica: Phoebe, it's not what you wear. It's sort of your songs... I just don't think you should play at the restaurant anymore.
Joey: Well, so, will you help me? I really wanna be in this play.
Joey: Well, thank you. So, can we play 20 Questions now? Ive got a really good one! Ive been thinking about it since Kansas.
Rachel: Ross, you are so pathetic. Why can't your son just play with his doll? (uses the Milk Master 2000 to pour milk into her cereal)
Ross: I'm sorry, man. Hey, y'know what you should do? You should make something happen for yourself. Y'know, like-like write a play. Write a movie! Huh? I mean, what about those Good Will Hunting guys?
Monica: You know what? This is not over. We will play you again, and we will win, and you will lose, and you will beg, and we will laugh, and we will take every last dime you have, and you will hate yourselves forever.
PHOEBE: Let's just play, ok. Good, ok. [She picks up the dice.] Here we go, double sixes, here we go... [She starts to rub the dice all over herself.] Here we go, come to mama, just getting ready to roll the dice...