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[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica, Rachel, and Chandler are trying to throw cards into a vase.]
(Monica picks up a glass to take a drink, everyone ducks as though she was about to throw it.)
(The waitress lets her in as Monica is about to throw a lobster into a pot of boiling water (Although, she hasnt taken off the rubber bands that hold the claws, so she cant be that good of a chef). Anyway, guess who the Colonel is by the following phrase.)
Ross: (angrily) I knew you were gonna throw that in my face!! That was three years ago! She apologized and she apologized! What more do you want?!!
[Scene: at Barry and Mindy's reception, Monica and Richard are sitting at a table, and Monica is trying to throw a piece of candy into his mouth.]
(Monica enters, and they throw the gifts behind them.)
Ross: And so what if I like to go home, throw on some Kenny G, and take a bath!
Chandler: What? (turns around quickly still ready to throw the dart and Joey quickly ducks and hides behind the chair) What are you, what are you talking about?
Rachel: Yeah, we wanted to throw you a big surprise and a great shower, and now you dont have either.
Rachel: No yknow, I dont want to switch! Come on! I can throw wet paper towels here!
Chandler: Oh, y'know what, Im gonna be okay, you dont have to throw a party for me.
Chandler: Thats right, I can throw her off. I can make her think marriage is the last thing on my mind.
PHOEBE: I, I don't, I don't understand, how can you be straight? I mean, you're, you're so smart and funny and you throw such great Academy Award parties.
Rachel: Oh (happy) oh no just stopped to throw up a little bit. (Emma starts crying again.) Oh come on, what am I gonna do, its been hours and it wont stop crying.
Mike: Ok, ok, I'll throw away the traps.
Rachel: No well, no it's not that bad, y'know? I mean yeah, my tongue feels a little fuzzy and these fingers sort of smell, I actually feel like I can throw up.
Charlie: Yeah, can you guys just throw him in the pool later?
Chandler: When I walk outside naked people throw garbage at me.
MONICA: So, I read this article in the paper the other day that says you're not supposed to throw rice at weddings, because when pigeons eat rice it kills them.
RACH: Oh yeah, c'mon, I'm movin' on. He can press her up against that window as much as he wants. For all I care, he can throw her through the damn thing.
Monica: It's weird, but you know what I don't wanna throw this away. I mean this is like all I have left of him, gross, drain hair. Ooh! (drops it in Ross's cereal)
Jill: (To Ross) And you! I throw myself at you and you say no, how gay are you?
Monica: Oh wait, you know what, I got it, I got it, pretend like you just woke up, okay, that will throw her off. Be sleepy.
Joey: (looking at the ball the dog brought back) Did I just throw this?
Monica: (on phone) Hi, umm I know this is last minute, but weve decided to throw an impromptu baby shower for Rachel today.
Rachel: Well yknow what? I hope Monica forgives you after you throw her, her vegetarian, voodoo, goddess circley shower! (Runs out.)
Monica: Maybe because you used to be aloof, or that youre really sarcastic, or that, yknow, you joke around all the time. Or that you take off your clothes and throw them on the couch.
(They all throw their pieces back as there is a knock on the door.)
Phoebe: No, I know! I-Im sorry, but the moment I touch him, I just wanna throw out my old oath and take a new, dirty one.
Rachel: Joey, yknow that you could just not throw the sticks up in the air.
Rachel: Oh mom, I swear Im not an idiot. Ive read all kinds of books on pregnancy and giving birth, but I-I just didnt think to read the part about what to do when the baby comes. And-and then guess what? The babys coming and I dont know what to do. Oh, can I throw up in my diaper genie?
Joey: (To Chandler) Okay look, Chandler, if this (Motions back and forth indicating the arrangement.) you have got to listen! (Tugs on his ear.) (Chandler glares at him.) Youre gonna throw that juice at me, arent ya?
Young Ethan: Icky? You're actually gonna throw this away because it's icky?
Ross: No-no-no, Im saying we-we buy more of this (disposable cameras) at the gift shop, throw our tuxes back on, and take a few pictures. All we have to do is make sure not to get anybody elses faces.
Phoebe: Look, she only suspects something okay? She doesnt know for sure, so just throw her off the track.
Ross: (reading from a notepad) I mean, we've been accepting Leakey's dates as a given, but if they're off by even a hundred thousand years or so then you can - you can just throw most of our assumptions, you know, right in the trash. (he throws the notepad in the waste bin) So-so what I am saying is - is is that (he picks the notepad back from the waste bin) is that the repercussions could be huge! I mean, not just in palaeontology, but if-if you think about it, in evolutionary biology, uh, genetics, geology, uh, I mean, truly the mind boggles!
Rachel: Oh! Oh, I think Im gonna throw up a little bit. What did you say?
MONICA: Alright. If you guys don't want it to be special, fine. You can throw any kind of party you want.
RACHEL: I'll help you throw out your purse.
Monica: (on phone, faking she's sick) I-I'm not gonna be able to make it into work today, I don't feel very good. (Joey makes a high throw and Monica has to catch it way over her head.) (Not sounding sick) Yes!! (Realizes what she just did.) (Sounding sick again) Wow! Uh, for a second there I thought I was really better, but I'm not. (Hangs up and keeps throwing the ball.)
Chandler: It's ok, it's ok. You know what? (Takes out his mobile) I'll just call the agency and tell them to throw out the letter. (starts dialing)
Rachel: Wait no, honey, honey throw it to me, throw it to me.
Phoebe: Eww! Oh, its all dirty. You should throw this out.
Monica: (upset) That was a terrible throw!!
Chandler: Ho-ho, so hard we had to throw out your underwear again?
Rachel: God, Im not lame, okay. I can do something. I can throw, would you let me throw, come on this is my game too.
Chandler: So we thought we'd throw you little going away party around seven.
Ross: I cant believe this! I shouldnt be the one making her throw up!
The Stripper: You are really good at that. So uh, I had fun tonight, you throw one hell of a party.
Monica: All right Rachel, you sweep behind, Ill pitch it to you, you throw it down field to Phoebe. All right. Break.
Monica: You know, on the way over here, I saw this drunk guy throw up. And then a pigeon ate it!
Ross: Look, I didnt want to rush into anything. And it seemed like she didnt want to either. But I dont, I dont understand how any of this happened! What? Did she find the ring in my jacket, assume that I was going to propose, throw it on, and-and just start telling people?
Joey: What? Are you out of your mind? Lets throw some jello on them.
Rachel: Oh-oh, Pottery Barn! (Grabs the aforementioned catalog and holds the rest back out to Chandler.) You can throw the rest away.
CHAN: Y'know, maybe this isn't such a big deal. Y'know, I mean, the way that I see it is you get a great job and you get to have sex. Y'know, I mean, throw in a tree and a fat guy and you've got Christmas.
Pete: Ahh, Id throw another thousand on that.
Ross: You know how you throw your jacket on a chair at the end of the day?
Phoebe: Yeah but if we throw her a party on her birthday, then it's not a surprise.
{Y'know, sometimes I think the script writers throw in a line like that to try to trip me up. But it won't work. I'll always have the last laugh! <manical_laugh.wav> Okay, so maybe I'm a little deluded, it's probably just my spellchecker. But, I must admit I did get Mesozoic and Paleozoic on the first attempt. Yay me! Anyhoo }
Phoebe: Have you seen him throw a ball?
Rachel: Ooh, is this one of those things where you throw it in a bag with some graveyard dirt and hang it from a north-facing tree?
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Richard: Ill just throw them out.
(Ross tries to clear off the pool table by knocking the balls to the other end of the table, but they all bounce back, and he frantically starts to throw them into the pockets.)
[Cut to Joey's room, who's going throw his own contractions. Plus, he has Ross in a headlock.]
Chandler: Oh yeah? (He grabs the pad and starts reading it.) Joshua, give me a call sometime, guys like you (Pause) never go out of stylewhat did you throw away?
Alice: Oh no-no, never say that. If we cant get it out then we can cut around the stain, add a little lace, you make a stylish throw.
Ross: (To Joey) Hey, you wanna get something to eat or uh, do you wanna see how long we can throw this ball back and forth? Huh?
Chandler: All right, just, just take the entertainment center, and then when you get home, throw the canoe away!
(He takes her hands in his and kisses each one, then kisses her on the lips. When the break the kiss, Rachel starts to get nauseous and throw up. Joey backs away in horror.)
Ross: Breathe! Breathe! Breathe throw the pain.
Joey: All right. Hey Rach, while you're in there, throw something on Alicia Mae.
(They both throw the scripts in his face.)
Phoebe: Okay, let's discuss Rachel's birthday. I say we throw a surprise party this weekend.
Ross: Wooooooo, hehehe. Hey, ahh, you don't feel like you're gonna throw up, do ya?
Chandler: But I am willing to offer her all those things. This was just a plan, yknow? A way to throw her off course so that when I offered her all these things, shed be surprised!
Monica: You know what, Ross? I'm gonna throw in 50 bucks for you.
Chandler: (entering, sees Rachels throw) Ni-hi-ice!
Phoebe: Yeah! Sure! Yep! (Gets up) Oh, y'know what? If I heard a shot right now, I'd throw my body on you.
Rachel: Throw in the duck too!
ROSS: Yeah, it was, but...I get home, ok, and I see Julie's saline solution on my night table. And I'm thinking to myself, oh my god, what the hell am I doing? I mean, here I am, I am with Julie, this incredible, great woman, who I care about and who cares about me, and I'm like, what, am I just gonna throw all that away?
Phoebe: Okay but thats why you have to buy it, so it can fulfil its Christmas destiny, otherwise there gonna throw it into the chipper. Tell him, Joey
Monica: Okay, throw it straight this time.
Rachel: Well, if you see him, will you please tell him that Im looking for him and that this I am not gonna throw up!
David: Okay, what the hell, what the hell. (Sweeps the remaining papers off the desk and grabs Phoebe) You want me to actually throw you or you-you wanna just hop?
Monica: I gotcha. Sorry. (To Monica) So, did you ever make him throw up a whole anything?
Phoebe: Mm-hmm. (To herself) Throw me a bone here.
Chandler: Theyre not gonna swallow anything, you guys are being way over protective. When I was a kid, my mom used to just throw me into a pile of broken glass!
Chandler: Well, you can't say we don't know how to throw a party.
Ross: For what? For letting you throw me out of your office?
(They throw the ball back and forth once.)
David: Right. But, see, the longer I waited, the more phenomenal the kiss had to be, and now we've reached a place where it's just gotta be one of those things where I just like... sweep everything off the table and throw you down on it. And, uh, I'm not really a, uh, sweeping sorta fella.
Dr. Leedbetter: Well, it was quite large. I-I-I-I-I had to throw most of it away.
The Security Guard: (To Phoebe) Didn't I just throw you out of here?
Monica: Uh, so, uh, Rach, uh... do you wanna save this wrapping paper, I mean, it's only a little bit torn... so are you gonna go for it with Ross or should I just throw it out?
Joey: Then why do you throw like one?
Joey: I can't. It's like this chemical thing, you know. Every time she starts laughing, I just wanna (grimaces and tenses up) pull my arm off just so that I can have something to throw at her.
RACH: Cats, how long do they live figuring you don't... y'know, throw 'em under a bus or something?
Rachel: Oh, well, I guess I had that one coming. Im just gonna throw it out, its probably just a bunch of shampoo and... (she opens the box and stops)
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Chandler is coming home. As we walks through the door, and without looking up, he goes to throw his keys on the foosball table, only, its gone and the keys it the floor. He then looks up at an empty apartment; everything is gone except for the entertainment center and that ceramic dog. Even the food in the fridge!]
Rachel: No! No! Phoebe, come on! I dont want to switch! Please come on! I can throw wet paper towels here!