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Monica: I mean, that's a typical guy response.
Rachel: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no, that's OK, I don't need them. I'm going for fours.
Ross: Well that's fine with me. Could use the money.
Aunt Iris: No! That's bluffing. Lesson number one. (walks into kitchen) Let me tell you something... everything you hear at a poker game is pure crap. (to Phoebe): Nice earrings.
Monica: Uh, Aunt Iris? This is Phoebe, and that's Rachel...
All: That's great! That's wonderful!
Chandler: That's alright, I'll take it. Bad things happen to me anyway. This way I can break 'em up with a movie.
Rachel: Ooooh, that's fine. We'll see who has the last laugh there, monkey boy.
Joey: That's fine. I'll just have a Tic-Tac to hold me over.
Chandler: Hey, that's... that's 'joincidence' with a 'C'!
Joey: That's OK, Ross, you can ask me. What?
Joey: (to Ross): Ahhh, that's alright. Y'know, that's a tough hand to beat.
Phoebe: That's a bird?
Phoebe: That's a bird!
JOEY: That's what it says.
Mr. Geller: Oh, well, I, I guess it musta been the day after you were born. We were in the hospital room, your mother was asleep, and they brought you in and gave you to me. You were this ugly little red thing, and all of a sudden you grabbed my finger with your whole fist. And you squeezed it, so tight. And that's when I knew.
Phoebe: No. (opens the box) wh - get off your sister! Oh my god, what are we gonna do? We have 7 rats. So what if each of them has 7 rats? And then each of those have 7 rats? That's like ... (starts counting with her fingers) That's math I can't even do! What are we gonna do?
MONICA: That's fine.
Monica: Ok, so that's what we're doing. You know, when I'm in the coffee house bopping along to one of your songs, I'm wearing ear plugs.
MONICA: Rachel, that's all we do.
Joey: Oh-oh-oh, yeah! (He grabs some towels and takes them to him.) That's right, you take good care of those babies!
Monica: That's my favourite kind! Okay, we are doing this!
RACHEL: Maybe that's all we do, what about Julie?
ROSS: That's a good point.
Rachel: That's good enough. Right? (Pause.) Okay, well umm, I'm gonna go look at my books!
Joey: Well, okay. You were my girlfriend and we were doing the crossword puzzle. Y'know like you guys were doing last night. So, that's it. I'm in love with Monica and I'll be moving out.
Chandler: (On cell phone) Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it. Yes it will be the same. Because I know, that's how. I promise.
Ross: My mommies love me. That's clever.
Monica: That's Dudley Moore. I said I wanted it like Demi Moore.
Ross: That's nice... now, was that before or after you told him to stop calling, stop sending you flowers and to generally leave you alone, hmm?
PHOEBE: What if the husband person is the wrong guy, and you are the right guy. I mean you don't get chances like this all the time, if you don't meet her now, you're gonna be kicking yourself when your 80, which is hard to do, and that's how you break a hip.
Dr. Mitchell: That's because they are.
Quartet: Your no God's gift to women, that's all in your headdddd. You are just a buttmunch.
PHOEBE: That's too much. Sorry.
ROSS: No. So what. So what if we get beaten up, maybe that's just something every man has to go through once in his life. Ya know, like a, like a right of passage or somethin'.
CHANDLER: That's me.
Joey: (Yelling at Chandler) And that's how I know you didn't watch the tape! (goes back to his room and slams the door).
RACH: Oh, that's um, interesting.
RICHARD: That's fine. Well, your other dad and I are gonna go have a romantic evening and I guess I'll just see you kids around.
Erica: I don't think so. Although, they did mention something about two heartbeats. But I thought that was just mine and the baby's. They kept saying both heartbeats are really strong, and I thought well, that's good 'cause I'm having a baby.
Phoebe: Maybe that's 'cause she's not really gone.
RACH: That's what I said.
ROSS: That's right, he's not Drake, he's Hans Remore, Drake's evil twin.
CHANDLER: Oh, so that's what this is for.
Ross: Okay, that's it. WE ARE SEEING OTHER PEOPLE!
DR. BURKE: Yeah, that's my job. Alright, look up. . . look down, now open your eyes, now look down. That's right, look into the light. Now look at me. . . OK. Your eyes look good. Those are good eyes.
Monica: I'm sorry, but that's my happy place.
Carol: All right, that's it. I want both of you out.
Janice: That's not the hard part honey! The hard part is what comes next, I mean aren't you worried about the results?
RACHEL: That's great!
ROSS: No no, that's me.
PHOEBE: That's him.
Ross: That does not sound stupid to me. You know, it's like the first time I had to make dinner for myself, after Carol left me? (the buzzer on the washer goes off) I'm sorry, that's all the time we have. Next on Ross...(opens up the washer) Uh-oh.
Joey: He's right, cause if you're just gonna, like, break his heart, that's the kind of thing that can wait.
PHOEBE: Ok, that's so nice.
ROSS: No, that's fine.
Rachel: Oh my God! That's my boss. You have to seat us somewhere else.
Mike: Yeah well, that's the thing. For me it's as far as it can ever go.
JOEY: See after the scene, Mr. Beatty comes up to me and says 'good actor, bad kisser'. Can you believe that, me not a good kisser, that's like, like Mother Theresa, not a good mother.
Chandler: That's patio furniture!
Rachel: Wait! No, that's ridiculous. Come on, he lives three blocks away!
ROSS: That's it? That's all you wrote? You're the worst writer in the whole world.
Phoebe: (turns around) Um, that's it. No. Hey! You! J. Crew guy. Yeah. Why have you been following me? I mean, all week long everywhere I look there's you.
JOEY: But that's what...
RACHEL: Wow. Wow, that's great. Great. Ok, wow, you know what.
Chandler: Somebody wanna help me, tryin' to rip out my heart. (they pull her hand off of him) Uh, that's great. (looking around) Anybody seen a nipple?
Monica: Oh, is that so? Ok. If that's really what you want, then here... I give you the headset. Well, I don't really want to give you the headset. Well I guess if you're taking over, you should probably return these messages. (hands her a stack of papers with messages and calls to return)
RACHEL: Oh that's what you want.
Monica: Well, that's it (To Ross) You gonna crash on the couch?
Chandler and Joey: That's nice.
ROSS: Hey, you're a doctor of gums. That's the smallest body part you can major in. It's like day one, floss. Day two, here's your diploma.
Phoebe: Oh, like that's a word.
Joey: C'mon! Just try to picture her not pregnant, that's all.
Monica: It's worse. The only thing that's getting me through is knowing that I'm gonna be seeing you soon. I think I may even try to get out of here early.
Chandler: What are you crazy? That's a baby!
Chandler: (To Monica) Wow! Listen, we had a good run. You know, what was it? Four? Five months? I mean, that's more than most people have in a lifetime! So, good-bye, take care, bye-bye then! (He kisses her and starts to climb out the balcony window)
Rachel: (looking thoughtful) Ok, that's true. That's true, we can do this. You're right, you're right, we can do this. We're just gonna power through!
RACHEL: OK, that's dead right?
MONICA: [her and Phoebe tilt their heads] Oh, that's too bad.
Chandler: That's good one too, Pheebs. Now all you have to do is find a planeload of people who's resolution is to plummet to their deaths.
ROSS: That's romantic.
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.
MR A: Oh, that's all right, although you did cut into my busy day of sitting.
PHOEBE: Whoa, that's a lot of stuff.
JOEY: Well that's how I feel.
DUNCAN: I know, that's what I kept telling myself but you just reach a point where you can't live a lie anymore.
MRS. GELLER: Well that's wonderful. . . I
Chandler: (entering, very upset) Ok Tommy, that's enough mourning for you! Here we go, bye bye!! (he shoves him out the door)
PHOEBE: Um, yeah I guess that's me.
MONICA: That's great.
Rachel: Yeah, I admit it. I have a crush on you, and uh, and, and I know that's crazy because we work together, and-and nothing could ever happen, and the last thing I want to do is-is to freak you out or make you feel uncomfortable. Which is why it would be really great if you said something right about now.
Rachel: That's great, great. So do you have any questions for us?
CHANDLER: That's right my friend. It's time for...
ROSS: Well that's the first time we've said that.
Chandler: I don't know. That's the thing. I don't know what I want to do. I just know I'm not going to figure it out working there.
Joey: Well, that's gonna be tough Mon. I mean it's hard for me to be around an attractive woman and not flirt.
EDDIE: That's good, that's good. So, so, so who broke up with who?
Monica: Oh, that's what I would do, forget mine.
CHANDLER: See, that's why we don't let her play.
Joey: Oh, I-I, I think that's the first time I ever missed a meal! (Checks his pants.) Yeah, my pants are a little loose!
JOEY: That's a two line part.
EDDIE: That's a tomato. This one definitely goes in the display.
CASTING GUY: Excuse me, that's 50 bucks.
EDDIE: That's good man, when everybody knows that the uh, the capital of Cambodia is uh...
RACHEL: Oh that's so cute:� Ross and Mike's first date.� Is that going to be awkward?� I mean, what are you guys going to talk about?
ROB: That's not a good idea, that's kinda the reason the last guy got fired.
RICHARD: Well, that's not bad at all. I mean, you had me thinkin it was like a fleet.
MR. GELLER: That's impossible, he's got a twinkie in the city.
ROSS: That's who.
EDDIE: That's very thoughtful of you. It's very thougtful.
Ross: No suds? Excuse me, hold on a second. (to woman) That's my friend's machine.
Rachel: Oh you're not. You're not gonna get in the middle of anything, don't worry about Ross really, really.(She hears the noise of the key in the lock) Oh! Hide! That's Ross! Hide! Hide!
PHOEBE: And you hate fish. Oh. That's so sweet, alright. Ok, alright, you can see. This is me... [she unveils herself right as a huge lightning bolt crashes outside. Ryan screams in terror.] Oh, I am scary.
MONICA: Ok, that's enough.