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Chandler: You know, it's funny. Every time you say "triplets," I immediately think of three hot blonde 19-year olds.
Frank Jr.: You just don't know how hard it is, Phoebe. There's just so many of them. You know, two I can handle. Two's great. You just hold one in each hand, but what do I do when the third one runs at me with his bike helmet on. I've got no more hands to protect my area! There's three of them, Phoebe, three!
(Ross enters from the kitchen with three plates with flan.)
Ross: Okay, I guess it's just flan for three! Hey, hey, that rhymed!
Monica: Thats-thats not Phase Three.
[Three slow knocks on the door.]
Ross: please don't cry because of me pheebs I don't know what I'm talking about, I've been divorced three times.
Mike: Phoebe, I love you. There's no-one else in the world I would ask to marry me... three times. But I wanna take care of you, have babies with you, and grow old with you... Phoebe Buffay, will you marry me?
Phoebe: Three? You guys were worried I wouldnt even have one!
Phoebe: No! No! Its just that he gave me three tickets and there are six of us!
Joey: Hey, I do it every week with three cameras pointed at me and a whole crew waiting!
Max: We got the grant. Three years, all expenses paid.
[Scene: Petes office, he is participating in a conference call with three other employees, each of whom are on a different TV screen that he controls with a remote.]
Joey: Strike three! You only get one more, Mike!
Lewis: No hes not! Hes totally yanking your chain! Hes done this with three other teachers!
Ross: Okay, so on our no-date evening, three of you now have dates.
Chandler: OK, alright, last minute lesson, last minute lesson. (holds up two cards) Joey... three... eight. Eight... three. (Joey is unamused) Alright babe, deal the cards.
Chandler: Well maybe you're going about this the wrong way. You know I mean think about it. Single white male, divorced three times,two illegitimate children. The personal ad writes itself....
Phoebe Sr: The three losers. Oh, poor Lily. (Phoebe notices a picture on the fridge, takes it, and puts it in her pocket.) Ohh, y'know I-I heard about what happened, that must have been just terrible for you, losing your mother that way.
Rachel: Yeah, well, you uh, better make it for three.
Joey: How you got three women to marry you, Ill never know.
Monica: Hey. Oh good-good youre here! All right, I figured it out. Im gonna take two tables of eight, Im gonna add your parents, and Im gonna turn them into three tables of six. Okay? And I called the caterer; I added two extra meals, we are good to go!
Rachel: Oh hell, hes done this three times! He knows what its about!
Phoebe: That's easy for you to say, I don't see three kids coming out your vagina!
Joey: Why would I do that? It took three guys to get the thing in there!
Joey: Do you think well get our three bucks back?
Monica: Ok, three kinds of potatoes coming up.
The Doctor: Actually, giving birth to three babies isnt that different from giving birth to one.
Ross: Rach, you can't call people at three in the morning.
Janice: Im gonna leave the three of you alone.
Chandler: You slept with somebody three hours after you thought you broke up. I mean bullets have left guns slower!
Joey: Which helps him get to Phase Three, picturing yourself with other women.
Monica: Y'know in a weird way, you have too much power. Look, youre gonna have to help me out here, cause I only have three.
Joey: All right, look Im sorry you guys, but its just that I gotta get these new head shots made. And theyre really expensive, yknow? Im down to like three! Well, actually two cause one of em I kinda blackened in some teethWhy did I do that?! (Hits himself in the head.)
Phoebe: No wait! JustOkayJust wait! You guys! Wait you guys! Dont make any rash decisions, okay? Just remember my promise, when we get married, three times a week.
Chandler: ...Well, y'know, part of me wants that, but it's like I'm two guys, y'know? I mean, one guy's going 'Shut up! This is great!' But there's this other guy. Actually it's the same guy that wells up every time that Grinch's heart grows three sizes and breaks that measuring device... And he's saying, y'know, 'This is too hard! Get out! Get out!'
Ross: Okay, come on! (blows on the dice) Daddy needs a new pair of electromagnetic microscopes for the Prehistoric Forensics Department! (They all look at him, and he shuts up and rolls the dice.) (he moves his piece) Okay. (reading a card) Take Pinky Tuscadero up to Inspiration Point, collect three cool points!! Yeah! Which gives me five, and lets see who is gonna lose their clothes. Ummmm, I think I pick our strip poker sponsor Mr. Joey Tribianni.
ROSS: [reading his list] Ok, ok, number one: The way you cry at game shows. Number two: how much you love your friends. Number three: the way you play with your hair when you're nervous. Number four: how brave you are for starting your life over. Number five: how great you are with Ben.
Dr. Miller: Okay. You've got a small, minor infection in that left eye. I want you to take these drops three times a day and you'll be as good as new.
Chandler: Oh just great. He beeps me now with codes. One is, "Bring me food." Two is, "Im with a girl, bring us food." Three is, "Im lost and I cant find food."
Rachel: Wait! No, that's ridiculous. Come on, he lives three blocks away!
Chandler: Well! We er..climbed up four flights of stairs, manueveored a narrow hallway, dodged a rabid pitbul... but these last three feet are where it gets really tricky.
Phoebe: Well, Frank has to quit college because his super fertile sister is having three babies! I need to make a lot of money really fast, and I had an idea that I want to talk to you (Points to Chandler) about, cause you work for a big company. Okay, insider trading, what information is there that you can give me.
Tall Guy: Hey, pal, you have about three seconds to get away from my partner.
Ross: Look, Rachel, this is poker. I play to win, alright? In order for me to win, other people have to lose. So if you're gonna play poker with me, don't expect me to be a 'nice guy,' OK? Cause once those cards are dealt... (claps hands three times)
Phoebe: Ooh, three points. Both fine answers, but we were looking for leafy, leafy.
Chandler: Ross! You gotta stop! Okay?! You cant just stare through the peep hole for three hours! Youre gonna get peep eye!
Phoebe: Oh yknow whats sadder than this? Bambi. I cried for three days with that movie. No wait two! Because on the third day my mother killed herself so I was partly crying for that.
Monica: What do you want me to do? Just sit here silently while you three have a conversation?
Joey: No, yeah, no, ok, but not yet. I don't wanna seem too eager. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi. That seems pretty cool. (he walks over to her) Hey, Angela.
[Scene: Joeys sisters house, Chandler hits himself on the head three times and knocks on the door three times. Joey answers it.]
Ross: I found a note on my door, "Come to Monicas quick, bring champagne and a Three Musketeers bar."
Both: Three! (They lift up the covers and check each other out, then come back up with silly grins on their faces.)
Ross: Oh, come on it's only three blocks! And-and, it's not very heavy, try it! Come on! Come on!
Ross: Ben, you ready? All right, gimme your foot. Ok, on three, Ben. One, two, three. Ok, That's it, Ben.
Joey: Come on. This guy's great. His name's Bob. He's Angela's... brother. He's smart, he's sophisticated, and he has a real job. Me, I go on three auditions a month and call myself an actor, but Bob is...
Ross: What?! The guys against the girls? See, thats ridiculous Monica, because Im only down by three touchdowns.
Mrs. Potter: Oh really? Well, then youd better tell his other wife, cause she called three times asking where he is.
Monica: (wiping her nose) I have not been sick in over three years! (Sneezes.)
PHOEBE: No. No, he is my submaring guy. He resurfaces like every couple years and we have the most amazing three days together. Only this time he's coming for two weeks. Two whole weeks, which means yay.
Rachel: Three of your five, what?
Chandler: Joey, its been three days, okay.. Your just a little homesick, Okay. Would you just try to relax. Just, just try to enjoy yourself.
Machine: You have three new messages.
Phoebe: (looking at the clock) Oh wow, three hours and still no baby. Ugh, the miracle of birth sure is a snooze fest.
Rachel: Because you took three hundred bottles of shampoo?
{Transcibers note: Ill finish that one for those of you who dont know what theyre talking about. Where the towels are Hers and Hers and His, Threes Company too! Yeah, thats the theme song for Threes Company.}
Phoebe: I will find a selfless good deed! 'Cause I just gave birth to three children and I will not let them be raised in a world where Joey is right!
Joey: Three tickets to today's Rangers game!!
Rachel: Well, so, are-are you sure that there are three?!
[Scene: Joey's apartment, Rachel is now three sheets to the wind and Joey is watching her.]
Phoebe Sr: Well, yeah! I mean yeah, but only for three days.
Joey: Yeah! Well, well really it's three. Please. You're so good at it. I love you.
Ross: Hey, its been like three weeks!
Monica: Hey. Its three in the morning. They dont know that Ive come home yet. You notice how neither one of them are wondering where I am.
Ross: Okay, Ive got three of my five.
Ross: I'm just sayin' if dogs do experience jet lag, then, because of the whole um, seven dog years to one human year thing, then, when a dog flies from New York to Los Angeles, he doesn't just lose three hours, he loses like a week and a half.
Ross: Yeah, make that three.
Phoebe: Yes, and now hes using this three divorces reason because he wants to stay married to her because he loves her. I must say, "Well done!" Bravo Meg.
Joey: Like the three musketeers, only with fruit.
Phoebe: Ross, its not that big a deal! So youll been divorced three times, youll still have a life, youll go on dates
PHOEBE: Hi, um, I just thought that it would be fun if the three of us had some beers and got to know each other.
Ginger: You have three nipples?
Ross: Ugh, between the traffic that time of day and all the one-way streets itll take me twice as long. Besides, I teach the class three times a week, who am I? Rockefeller?
Monica: How cool is this?! We know three down! Im touching three down! (She has her hand on his shoulder.)
Phoebe: Yeah, but at what cost? Six more months, three meals a day, Im gonna eat like, yknow millions of cows.
Phoebe Sr: Well, yes, its kindve an unusual house. It has umm, three beautiful bedrooms and ah, no baths. But y'know, the ocean is right there.
Rachel: No, it was just the three of us.
Chandler: You mean a three pointer?
Chandler: For three years?
Rachel: Excuse me, I wanted you to help, but you couldnt move your arms because you were wearing three life jackets.
PHOE: Ok, um, hi, hello, hi, ok, so, um, this is a song about a love triangle between three people that I made up. Um, it's called, um, "Two of Them Kissed Last Night".
Gunther: That guy (points) has been waiting for his coffee for ten minutes! Hes complained about you three times! (He hands the coffee cup to Joey, assuming that Joey will deliver it and walks away.)
Monica: Six? I just had it for one night. Its three.
Mrs. Green: Oh my look at that. Only three weeks to go, now have you picked your nanny yet? Now I dont want you to use your housekeeper cause it would just split her focus.
Monica: Okay, count to three. 1. 2. 3!
Ross: Im-Im not kidding. Look I-I, I cant have three failed marriages. I cant. Okay? I-I am not gonna be that guy!
Alice: Three babies?
Ross: One Mississipi, two Mississipi, Three Mis...(the sprayer starts again, spraying him in the face and torso again) WAIT! WAIT! I'm not-I've not finished counting!! (he leaves the booth) (the assistant enters the room)
Phoebe: Oh, I can't believe you! You've been so good, for three years!
Both: Three.
Rachel: Oh, Phoebe! Come on! You know what, it's already three o'clock and they haven't even gotten to Emma's group yet. We gotta go, we got dinner!
[Scene: Ross and Rachel's apartment.� Three pizza crusts, two bottle caps and the plastic tripod are left in the otherwise empty pizza box.� Mike is making hollow popping noises with his mouth.� He begins to speak, but stops and pops his lips a few more times and takes a drink.� Ross smiles as if he has thought of something to say, but then he stops and sinks back in a slump on the sofa.]
The Doctor: No, Im getting three separate heartbeats.
Dr. Miller: Okay then, I guess we'll see you back here in three months.