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STEVE: Excuse me, you're Monica Geller aren't you?
STEVE: You used to be my babysitter.
STEVE: Good, good, I'm a lawyer now.
STEVE: Listen, it was nice to see you. I gotta run backstage.
STEVE: Oh, yeah, my firm represents the band.
STEVE: How are you? Look, you guys wanna meet the group? Come on. So, are you one of the ones who fooled around with my dad?
Steve: Macaroni and cheese! We gotta make this!
Steve: Look, I think I know the answer to this question, but... Would you like to make love to me?
Steve: Okay, you got your free food! You ruined everyone's fun! Don't you think it's time you went home?!
(Steve goes over to look at Ross who's trying to look cool, but has some frosting on his lip.)
(He points at Steve who's sitting at another table. He's staring at his hands.)
Steve: (excited) Hey!
Steve: It's really fulfilling doing something you hate for no money. That's right. I have no money, I'm not funny, I live in a studio apartment with two other guys, and I'm pretty sure I'm infertile.
Steve: It's a lovely apartment.
Monica: (to Steve) This is Rachel.
Monica: Hi Steve!
Steve: (childishly) No.
Steve: What?
Steve: Why?
Steve: Aaaaahhh!!
Steve: No.
Steve: Alright, we'll share.
Steve: (unconcerned) Yeah, OK.
Chandler: So Steve said he had to go to the doctor. And Steves doctors name is Doctor Muppy. So I said, Doctor Monkey? And that is how the whole Doctor Monkey thing came up. (He slams his feet up on the table to emphasize his point.)
Steve: Aaaaah!
Steve: You know, I don't know what I'm looking for.
Rachel: All right, well that's good to know. Good night, Steve.
Rachel: Well, come on, Steve; let's not rule out nervous laughter. Hey, now wait a minute. Phoebe told me that - that you owned your own restaurant. That's impressive.
RACH: Steve... sleeve!
Steve: Like 'em? I could eat a hundred of them!
Steve: Oh, OK. (he drops the box on the floor) Oh, sorry. (When she bends down to pick it up he grabs a package of Gummi-bears from the cabinet.)
Steve: Eeeee!
Steve (sobbing): I - I can't believe I�m crying in front of you. You must think I'm so pathetic.
Monica: Yeah, I think we're ready for our first course. (Steve sits, Monica brings over a tray) OK, um, these are rot-shrimp ravioli, and celantro pondou sauce... (Steve starts to eat them one by one, quickly)... with just a touch of mints... and... (he finishes)... ginger.
Steve: I was just being polite, but, alright.
(Rachel is still at the restaurant, but Steve is gone.)
Steve: (from the living room) Is it dry in here? (licks his lips)
Monica: (on the phone) Hi, who's this? (Listens) Hi, Joanne. Is Rachel working? It's Monica. (Listens) Yes, I know I did a horrible thing. (Listens) Joanne, it's not as simple as all that, ok? (Listens) No, I don't care what Steve thinks. (Listens) Hi, Steve.
Steve: Oh hi Phoebe.
Steve: Well, the guy's worked here for 25 years.
Rachel (awkward chuckle): Now, come on, come on, Steve. There must be something that you like about yourself.
Steve: Okay, fine, whatever. Welcome to the building. (Exits.)
Steve: 3-B!
Steve: (walking up) Oh hey, Pheebs!
Chandler: Okay, I thought of the joke two months ago at lunch with Steve.
Steve: Well then you can't have any. (she grabs for the package, and it breaks open. Gummi-bears fly everywhere, some into the punch bowl on the table.) Bear overboard! I think he's drowning. (he throws some Sugar-O's into the punch bowl) Hey fellows! Grab on a Sugar-O... save yourself! (Mimicking the bears) "Help! I'm drowning! Help!"
Steve: Oh, okay, I get it. (Starts to leave.)
Steve: Tartlets. Tartlets. Tartlets. The word has lost all meaning. (he gets up and goes into the kitchen)
Steve: Yes, that's right. We're excited about the level of sophistication you'll be bringing to the job.
Guy: Welcome to the building. I'm uh, Steve Sarah; I'm president of the tenants committee.
[Scene: The street in front of Central Perk. Rachel and Steve are walking home from their date. Steve is sobbing.]
Steve: Hello, Monica. (to Rachel) Hello, greeter girl.
Steve: Oh, come on, you're way out of my league. Everybody in here knows it. Bet that guy over there's probably saying, "ooh, why she out with him? He must be rich!" Well, I'm not!
Steve: Oh hey, Ross. Umm, see, I was thinking maybe you two could switch apartments because Phoebe's more our kind of people. Something to think about. (Walks away.)
[Scene: Another restaurant. Rachel is studying the menu together with her date, Steve. Steve is the stoned restaurateur from 115 TOW the Stoned Guy.]
Steve: Chandler, hi! I'm sure you've heard we filled the three positions. We just felt that with your maturity and experience, you wouldn't be happy being someone's assistant.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, later. Rachel is waitressing, Monica is cooking. Phoebe walks in with Steve (Crystal Duck winner Jon Lovitz).]
Steve: Go back to 3-B, 3-B!
Chip: Oh yeah, I still hang with Simmons and Zana, y'know. I see Spindler a lot. Devane, Kelly, and I run into Goldie from time to time. Steve Brown, Zuchoff, McGwire, J.T., Breadsly.
Phoebe: (whispers) In the cab, on the way over, Steve blazed up a doobie.
Steve: Yeah. So, do you want to give a check? Or
Steve: Howard's the handy man!
Chandler: Ah, the "I'm sorry I rejected you" phone call. I'm not used to getting it from guys. (on the phone, getting up from the sofa) Hey, Steve.
Steve: Oh look, you don't have to give it too me right now! You can slip it under my door. (Points to his apartment across the hall.)
[Scene: The street in front of Central Perk. Steve and Rachel are still there.]
Steve: I'm kind of funny looking.
Steve: Chandler, you were the strongest person in the program. We're offering you the position of junior copywriter.
(Steve makes a face as if his mouth is too dry.)
Steve: I do like my hair.
Steve: Really?
Steve: I have such fat hands!
Steve: I lost it. To drugs.
Steve: (from kitchen) Ah, cool! Taco shells! (Rachel motions, "You see!") You know, these are... they're like a little corn envelope.
Phoebe: Oooh! I have something you can do! I have this new massage client... Steve? (pause) Anyway, he's opening up a restaurant and he's looking for a head chef.
Rachel (to Steve): Look, you know what, I'm sorry, but did you really think that this was going well? (To Monica.) What's up?
Steve: Eh, it's just as well. Doesn't work anyway.
Steve: I'm not funny either. So, if you were thinking, "well, he's not that good-looking, but maybe we'll have some laughs"... That ain't gonna happen.
Steve: I silk-screen t-shirts now.
[Scene: Phoebe's massage parlour, she has Steve on the table, and is giving him an extra-painful massage.]
Steve: (looking in cabinets) Hey! Sugar-O's! (grabs the cereal box)
(Steve starts crying loudly.)
Ross: so then President Steve told everyone that I was a cheapskate, and now the whole building hates me! A little kid spit on my knee! Y'know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna throw a party. That's right. For everyone in the building, and I'm gonna sit them down and explain to them, I am not a bad guy. I am not a cheap guy! I'm just a guy who-who stands up for what he believes in. A man with principles.
Steve: Yeah, he's the handy man. He's gonna be retiring next week and everyone who lives here is kicking in a 100 bucks as a thank you for all the hard work type of thing.
Steve (staring at Rachel): I - I just have to say this; you're really beautiful.
Steve: I came to talk to you about Howard.
(Rachel tries to get Monica's attention to tell her Steve is stoned. She pretends to drag on a joint, and Monica thinks she's giving her the 'OK' signal. Then Rachel does it again, inhaling deeply this time. Monica waves it off as though she doesn't believe it.)
Steve: Well, smack my ass and call me Judy! These are fantastic!
Monica: No. Not after what happened with Steve.