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Joey: Not a problem. And listen, hey! Since you're gonna be here for a while, why don'tI was thinking we uh, put your name on the answering machine.
[Scene: The apartment in the listing, the guys are checking it out. There's one problem though, it's roughly the size of this computer screen. As they enter Joey lets out a whistle.]
Ross: Hey. So I uh, I didn't get that apartment. Some problem with my application.
BIG BULLY: You got a problem with that?
Ross: This is my son having lunch, ok? It's gonna happen a lot, so you'd better get used to it. Now if you have any problem with it, if you're uncomfortable, just ask questions. Carol's fine with it, now come on.
JOEY: Yep, this kiss thing is defiantly a problem, Mr. Beatty wants to see it again on Monday. Man, I gotta figure out what I'm doing wrong. Oh, okay, one of you girls come over here and kiss me.
Rachel: (to Ross) Whats your problem?
Guy: Don't worry about it. It's not a problem.
PHOE: Oohh, um, no, I don't think that's the problem. 'Cause we went, um, dancing the other night and the way he held me so close, and the way he was looking into my eyes I just like... definitely felt something.
(Robert looks down and realises the problem.)
Pete: Wait, wait, wait, wait, thats-thats what youre worried about? If thats the problem, weve got no problem.
PHOEBE: Look kibbles, bits. Oh God, alright, get the hell off my leg you yippity piece of crap. [Flings the dog off and jumps in the cab. The dog keeps jumping up to the window.] Ok, alright, we have a problem.
Monica: Yeah. That-that was the problem.
Eric: No wait! Theres only a problem when I look at you. (Sits down on the couch.) Oh I got it! I got it. (Puts his hands to his eyes.)
Phoebe: Wow, its like a dirty math problem.
Ross: Listen, if you ever have any problem with the ladies you know Ill help you out.
Rachel: Okay. (She tilts her head back and squeezes the eyedropper. The only problem is, it's not over her eye.)
Ross: (on the phone) Hello? (Listens.) No she cant come to the phone right now. (Listens.) Oh, right no problem. Okay, bye-bye. (Hangs up.)
ROSS: You, you know I, I don't, have a- have a problem with that.
[Time Lapse, the babies are finally asleep. Good for Phoebe! The only problem is, Monicas apartment looks like a tornado, a hurricane, a swarm of locusts, fire, brimstone, hail, and giant man-eating, radioactive ants have torn the place apart. Needless to say, its messy enough to cause Monica to die of shock right away. Parents with small children know what Im talking about.]
Ross: But having a dove place the ring on your finger wouldve been no problem?
(They get inside and notice on small problem.)
Ross: Good! Me neither! So its not a problem. Were just two friends who happen to be roommates.
Joey: Well this is noodle soup and uh, I've been working with tomato. But that's okay, no problem. No problem. Hmm, noodle soup.
Phoebe: Oh, did the little rich boy have a problem with the butler? Yes, mine's worse!
Joey: Oh, c'mon, I mean, there's you, then there's Charlie, and it's like... (sighs) What the hell is my problem? OH! (He falls back on the bed)
Ross: Thats no problem.
Chandler: Great, because my shoes are giving me a little problem on the dance floor, can I borrow the boots from your costume?
Rachel: (interrupting) And thats Im so glad theres no problem.
FBOB: I think you may have a drinking problem.
JOEY: Then I don't know what it is. What's the problem?
Ross: Thanks for the help, problem solved. (Wipes his hands.)
Rachel: Sure, you know what? Come on, well just tell them that there was like a problem with like the "engine".
JOEY: Yeah, there's just one thing that might be kind've a problem. See, I, uh, had to kiss this guy.
Rachel: It's the woman from the hospital admissions office. She says there's a problem with the form. Oh, god, oh god...
MRS. GREENE: Sweetheart, you obviously have a problem. You've chosen a boyfriend exactly like your father.
Chandler: Okay, no problem, just remember to wake us up before you go-go.
Chandler: You know, I may be way out on a limb here, but do you, do you, have a problem with Janice?
Chandler: Oh no problem, maybe Ill play with my left hand.
Phoebe: Umm, well I had a similar problem when I lived in Prague.
Joey: Oh! Hey right! Not a problem. (He starts taking off his clothes.) I totally understand. You need to yknow make sure I dont have any horrible scars or tattoos. Dont you worry; I have nothing to hide. (He drops his pants and stands back up and looks down.) So there you go, thats me. (We cut to a camera angle looking at the casting director and movie director through Joeys legs.) One hundred percent natural! (Suddenly, theres a thud as something falls off.) (Everyone is shocked.) I tell ya, that has never happened before.
Ross: I had a problem.
Joey: Not a problem.
Caitlin: Oh, is there a problem?
Monica: (getting up) All right, Im gonna go to work. Does anybody have a problem with that?
Joey: Oh yeah, no problem.
Chandler: Ah, y'see, perfect might be a problem. Had you said 'co-dependent', or 'self-destructive'...
Ross: What kind of problem?
CHANDLER: Monica, will you stop? This is nuts. Do you know how long it's gonna be before you actually have to deal with this problem? I mean, you don't even have a boyfriend yet. Joey, she does not look fat.
The Casting Director: Is there a problem?
Chandler: Is that a problem?
Ross: Yeah, no problem. (Tries to turn it off.)
Rachel: (To Joey) No need!! Problem solved, we are powering through (At which point she grabs his hand and pulls him back to their apartment).
Joey: (interrupting) Hey! Chef Geller! Yknow that little speech you made the other day? Well I got a problem with it!
Ross: Eh, no problem.
Ross: Yeah-yeah I uh, I have a uh, a guy problem.
CHANDLER: Oh, I'm fine about my problem now, by the way.
Ross: No problem.
Ross: Oh, yeah, that would be me, um, I have, I have a problem I-I tip way too much, way, way, too much, its a sickness really.
Chandler: See that is the problem with invisible dentists.
Monica: The only problem!
Chandler: Okay, a little problem. The key broke in the lock and I cant get in!
JOEY: [walks out of his room] Hey, this is ridiculous. I'll tell you what. After I get back from my neice's christening, I'll go down to the coffee house with you and we'll all have a nice cup of coffee alright. No problem, Joey's there.
Monica: Wow! Play that message for Emily and this whole problem goes away!
MONICA: They want me to do it, which is really cool, seeing as I've never catered before, and I really need the money, and this isn't a problem for you, is it?
Joey: Maybe thats the problem.
Paul: So Ross, what your problem?
Phoebe: Well yeah, that and Chandlers problem.
Monica: Oh, okay. No problem.
Phoebe: It's, I mean, it's nothing, I'm fine. It's my friends. They-they have a liking problem with you. In that, um, they don't.
Ross: No, not a problem.
Monica: Yeah Joey shes Rachels got this really big work problem, and it is a head scratcher. Wow! (To Chandler) Yknow what, if were gonna make dinner were gonna have to leave. Yeah. (She and Chandler exit.)
Joey: Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but I think it might work. Yknow? The only problem is, Carls acting is (Does the international hand symbol for so-so.)
Rachel: Umm, Im sorry. Do you-do you have a problem with me?
Joey: Sure, no problem. (Sees something.) OohHey, donuts!
Chandler: Hey listen, come on, Joey is having a problem! A little girl is beating him up.
Ross: Yknow what? I-I-I I-I have had enough of this! Yknow, I-I-I care a great deal about your daughter and I have treated her with nothing but respect! So if-if youve got a problem with me, frankly
Joey: All right, uh, weve got a little bit of a problem here. These people are my friends; you cant treat them that way.
Monica: Well then we still have a problem.
Monica: Uh I really dont know what to tell you Rach, I really dont. I mean, maybe Joey can help you out with your, with your big work problem.
Joey: (To Ross) Problem solved.
Phoebe: (on phone) 'Annie! Hi. Listen we got a problem with Joey Tribbiani, apparently he missed his audition. Who did you speak to in my office? Estelle, no, I don't know what I'm going to do with her. No. All right, so your husband leaves and burns down the apartment, the world does not stop.'
[Scene: Central Perk, everyone but Phoebe are there reading. Rachel is sitting on the couch flanked by Ross and Monica. She suddenly stops reading and starts blinking her left eye as if it's bothering her. The problem is that Joey is on her left and thinks she's winking at him and winks back. Ross is watching this and isn't quite sure of what to make of it.]
Rachel: Well, that shouldnt be a problem. I mean I work in fashion and all I meet are eligible straight men.
Rachel: Handling it? What do you mean, handling it? Theres nothing to handle. Now, maybe I would have a problem with this if it wasnt for me and Joshua. Yknow, theyre not gonna get married anyway!
Rachel: So just bring it back downstairs, whats the problem?
Bob: I want to talk to that bastard, see what his problem is.
Monica: I know! Now look, theres only one problem though. Theres only room for one, so I guess one of you will have to stay at Joeys.
Rachel: That is not a problem.
Ross: Okay, Im sorry, this is insane! I-I-Im not addicted to heroin, Im not gay, and there is no problem with my ability to consummate anything! Look, Ill consummate this marriage right here, right now!
Ross: No problem.
Chandler: No problem roomie. (She turns around and hugs him.)
Phoebe: Well, it's a problem for me, which means it's a problem for you 'cause I'm a cop. (Shows the badge.)
Stu: No problem. So whos the party for?
Ross: (glaring at him) Yeah, thanks. (Joey nods no problem.)
Monica: Chandler, this is not our problem. We've got each other. That's all that matters.
Monica: Is there a problem?
Chandler: Is that a problem?
Chandler: What problem did you tell him you had?
Rachel: I know I told you, its a really big problem.
Monica: Yeah? The work problem?
Rachel: Come on, its not a big deal! We stayed up all night coming up with a plan so that us dating will not be a problem.
Rachel: Oh, no problem. You can borrow it, by the way. (Puts her hand in the pocket) Here are your keys, hon. (She takes the keys out, sets them on the counter, and notices she also grabbed a receipt.)