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Joey: If you want, Ill sell my friends and use the money to buy you presents.
Janice: Oh, I cannot believe hes using our divorce to sell mattresses.
Rachel: I did not sell you out.
Phoebe: Ohh thats so sweet! (Her cell phone rings.) Oh! Hang on! (Quickly grabs a cigarette and starts to light it as her phone rings.) Hang onnnnnn!!! (Gets the cigarette lighted and answers the phone.) (On phone.) Go!! No! No-no! I said sell when it hits 50! 5-0, its a number! It comes after 4-9!! No, its okay. Its okay, youre allowed one mistake. Just kidding, you are of course fired.
Joey: Oh well, the powerball lottery is upto 300 million and they don't sell tickets here in New York, so...
Ross: Huh. Well, good luck to Dad. Say, how many more boxes would you have to sell in order to win?
Phoebe: No, look, I told you that I didnt want you to try and sell it, and you just, you big fat did it anyway. God, y'know what, I think five years ago I probably wouldve done anything to play with you but, I can do it by myself. And if I cant trust you then just forget it.
Phoebe: Oooh, I love family traditions like that. When uhm... when Ursula and I were kids, on our birthday, our stepdad would sell his blood to buy us food!
Mrs. Geller: We might still have some money, if your father didnt think it was a good idea to sell ice over the Internet.
Supervisor: So basically this is very easy. You read from the script and try to sell as much toner as you possibly can.
Monica: I know! And four ninety-nine for a pillow top queen set, who cares about the divorce, those babies will sell themselves. (they all stare at her) And Im appalled for you by the way.
[Scene: The Department Store, Joey is trying to sell some cologne.]
Ross: Ah, well, it means that I can sell cookies, but Im not invited to sleep-overs.
Phoebe: Well thats no way to sell newspapers. Why dont you try, "Extra! Extra! Read all about it!"
MONICA: What's to know? Buy sell, high low, bears bulls...[on the phone] Yes Manhattan...yeah telephone number of the stock...selling store.
Leslie: Y'know you could totally sell this. Itd be perfect for like umm, a kitty litter campaign.
Joey: And I gotta go sell some Christmas trees.
[Scene: Phoebe Sr. house, she is a real estate agent and is trying to sell a house over the phone. By the way, its still raining outside.]
RACHEL: I did not sell you out.
Rachel: Ohh, its gonna be so great! Im gonna get to help decide what we sell, Im gonna have an office with walls and everything. (turns to Monica) Im gonna have walls!
Chandler: You can always sell your baby.
Rachel: Well, Joshuas coming in tomorrow and since I dont have the guts to ask him out, Im going to sell him a coat and put this note in the pocket.
Ross: (to the girl sitting next to him) Hi there. How many, how many ah, did you sell?
Gunther: Oh umm, uh we dont sell cigarettes, but they have them at the newsstand across the street. (Points.)
Joey: Noooo. No-no-no, these babies sell themselves.
Joey: No! No. But ah, try the classifieds, people sell everything in there.
Phoebe: What does that mean? Does he sell it, drink it, or just complain a lot? (Chandler doesn't know.)
Chandler: All right, how about we, how bout we sell it.
Supervisor: So, I think youre ready to sell toner, do you have any last questions?
The Casting Director: Umm, do you sell these bags?
Ross: How are you ever going to sell this place?
Sarah: A ten speed bike. But, Id rather have something my Dad couldnt sell.
[Scene: The street outside Central Perk, Rachel is trying to sell the cat.]
Monica: Is that that couple on the first floor? Because we should get a baby before them. Yeah! That guy tried to sell me drugs. (Laura looks shocked)
Leslie: I ran into Vlad at the place where they sell the big fish, and he said you played here a lot, so umm....
Ross: So, this must be kinda neat for ya, huh? I mean, your Dad tells me that you get a couple of days off school, and you, you ah, dont have to sell those cookies anymore.
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, The salesman is trying to sell Joey the encyclopedias.]
Ross: What do I know? I just sell Middle Eastern food from a cart!
Sarah: Well, I kinda wanted to sell the cookies. The girl who sells the most wins a trip to Spacecamp, and gets to sit in a real space shuttle.
Mrs. Bing: No. Because I know how to write men that women fall in love with. Believe me, I cannot sell a Paolo. People will not turn three hundred twenty-five pages for a Paolo. C'mon, the guy's a secondary character, a, y'know, complication you eventually kill off.