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RACH: And ya know what, now I've got closure. [Rachel slams the door and locks it. She sits down, visibly upset. She puts her head in her hands and begins to cry. Ross comes back and is standing outside the window. When Rachel regroups and gets back up to finish closing, she sees him. She smiles. She goes to open the door and can't get the lock undone.] ROSS: Try the bottom one. [She opens the door and they kiss.] [Scene: Chandler and Joey's apartment. Chandler answers the door to find Monica.] CLOSING CREDITS CHAN: Monica, it's 6:30 in the morning. We're not working out, it's over. MNCA: No way, with one pound to go, c'mon. We're workin', we're movin', we're in the zone we're groovin'. CHAN: OK, I don't, I don't mind the last pound. OK, in fact I kind of like the last pound. OK, so don't make me do anything that I'll regret. MNCA: Ooh, what'cha gonna do, fat boy, huh? What? CHAN: Nothing, except tell you, uh, I think it's wonderful how much energy you have. MNCA: Well, thanks. CHAN: I mean, especially considering how tough it's been for you to find work. MNCA: Well, you know. CHAN: You know, I mean, you can't tell your parents you were fired because they'd be disappointed. MNCA: [sad] Uh-huh. CHAN: And it's not as if you have a boyfriend's shoulder to cry on. MNCA: Well no, but um. CHAN: I mean, if it were me, I think I'd have difficulty just getting out of bed at all. MNCA: Y'know, I try to stay positive. . . CHAN: So, you feel like goin' for a run? MNCA: Alright. CHAN: Because, you know, you don't have to. If you want, you could just take a nap right here. MNCA: OK. Just for a little while. CHAN: OK. [Puts an afghan over her and dances into his room]
Phoebe: (jumps in front of Rachel) Hi! Oh yeah, uh-huh, it's me. I saw you grab your running shoes this morning and sneak out. You lied so you could run by yourself.
Joey: Food? Uh-huh gimme! (She hands him the paper.)
ROSS: Hey, Rach, you know what? I think, I think I know what'll make you feel better. How 'bout you make a list about me. RACHEL: Wha... forget it Ross, no, I am not gonna stand here and make a list of. . . ROSS: C'mon Rachel. RACHEL: OK, you're whiney, you are, you're obsessive, you are insecure, you're, you're gutless, you know, you don't ever, you don't just sort of seize the day, you know. You like me for what, a year, you didn't do anything about it. And, uh, oh, you wear too much of that gel in your hair. ROSS: See there, you uhh, alright, ya, you did what I said. RACHEL: Yeah, and you know what? You're right, I do feel better, thank you Ross. [she walks off and Ross puts his hand to his hair] [Scene: Back at Phoebe's. She is on the phone] PHOEBE: Yeah, um, in Albany, can I have the number of Frank Buffay. . . OK, um, in Ithica. . . alright, um, Saratoga. . . Oneonta. Alright, you know what, you shouldn't call youself information. [hangs up] [Phoebe's grandmother enters] GRANDMOTHER: Hey. PHOEBE: Hello grandma, if that is in fact your real name. GRANDMOTHER: C'mon now Phoe, don't still be mad at me. How's it going? PHOEBE: Well, not so good. Upstate's pretty big, he's pretty small, you do the math. GRANDMOTHER: Well, I think you're better off without him. Oh honey, I know he's your daddy but, but to me he's still the irresponsible creep who knocked up your mom and stole her Gremlin. PHOEBE: No I just, just wanted to know who he was, ya know. GRANDMOTHER: I know. OK, I wasn't completely honest with you when I told you that, uh, I didn't know exactly where he lived. PHOEBE: Whattaya mean? GRANDMOTHER: He lives at 74 Laurel Drive in Middletown. If you hit the Dairy Queen, you've gone too far. You can take my cab. PHOEBE: Wow. Thank you. GRANDMOTHER: Now, remember, nobody else drives that cab. PHOEBE: Uh-huh, got it. Ooh, I'm gonna see my dad. Wish me luck, Grandpa! [blows a kiss to a picture of Einstein]
Rachel: Uh-huh. Okay. You know what, Joey, I don't think he's ever gonna be okay with this.
Chandler: Uh-huh, and I got all the top ten scores, I erased Phoebe off the board! High five! (Holds up his hand to give Monica a high five, only he cant straighten his fingers.)
Rachel: Uh-huh. I know. It was just, it was just the perfect way to say goodbye. (She hugs him, and Ross looks crushed.)
Phoebe: Probably? Yeah, I don't like that word. (Chandler and Monica look surprised) Kind of what probably really means. Yeah, uh-huh. Yeah, oh, "Your mom probably won't kill herself," yknow? I'm sorry, but I'm not hanging all my hopes of Rachel and I living together on-on "Probably!" Yknow? You gotta take care of yourselves! (She starts to walk out) In this world history teaches us nothing! (Exits)
Rachel: Uh-huh! Nice try, but you dont get that chair anymore! All right? That is my chair now! You can sit on my lap! (Joey starts to get up.) No I take that back!
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, I could write about the time my hair did that "Woo-hoo" thing.
Monica: Uh-huh, what exactly did you ask her?
Rachel: Uh-huh... why... do you not like them?
Monica: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh. But it was a first for the rest of my building.
Phoebe: Yeah, uh-huh, there was nothing. (Pause) Can I get some water?
Phoebe: Oh, Jason? Yeah, uh-huh, we're seeing each other tonight.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Now you can turn around or you can go in there and rip the Band-Aid off. What to you want to do?
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh.
Ursula: Uh-huh.
ROSS: Uh-huh.
PHOEBE: Uh-huh.
JOEY: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh! (They hug.) I'm so happy. (She's not happy.)
Monica: (determined) Uh-huh!
MONICA: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Yes...Yes..Uh-huh, You?(Looking over at her. She looks back.) We did you.
Chandler: (on the phone) Hello, this is Chandler Bing. Somebody just dropped off a handwritten recommendation letter, and.. (listens) Uh-huh... Uh-huh... okay... thank you. Good-bye. (hangs up looking very confused).
RACHEL: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh! Why do you think it takes me so long to answer the door?
ROSS: [being drawn in by her talk] Uh-huh.
INTERVIEWER: Uh-huh. Is it dirty?
JOEY: Uh-huh.
RACHEL: [reluctantly] Uh-huh.
RACHEL: Uh-huh.
MONICA: Uh-huh.
CHANDLER: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh. No, I hear what youre saying and-and-and that makes a lot of sense but can I just say one more thing? (Takes out his picture.) Look how pretty!
RICHARD: Uh-huh, yeah.
Ross: Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh, by the by, did it uh, did it ever occur to you that, I dont know, maybe they might be having a little too much fun?
Malcom: Uh-huh, I don't know.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Vince: Uh-huh. G-good deal.
Ross: Uh-huh.
Rachel: (clearly not listening and still trying to find out where Joey went) Uh-huh... right... yeah...
Monica: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: (rhythmically) Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Chandler: Uh-huh! Join me, won't you?! Okay, what do you say we keep one, and then just like have an option on the other one?
Phoebe: Uh-huh, yeah!
Ross and Rachel: Uh-huh.
Monica: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Ross: (on the phone) Yes, hello. I have a question. Umm, I used your pen to draw on my friend's face. (Listens) A beard and a moustache. (Listens and laughs) Thank you. (Rachel turns around and glares at him.) No, she didn't think so. (Listens) I know it's like (turns and sees Rachel staring at him and quickly changes the subject) anyway, umm well make-up didn't cover it and we've tried everything to get it off and nothing's worked. What-what do we do? (Listens) Yeah. (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) Yeah. (Listens) Oh! Okay. (Listens) Okay, thank you! (Rachel gets excited at his tone.) (Hangs up the phone) Yeah, it's not coming off.
Ross: Uh-huh. Well, when the psychiatrist told me I had to take a leave of absence because I yelled at my boss I started to get worked up again, so he offered me a tranquilizer. And I thought was a good idea so, I took it.
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh.
Rachel: Yeah. Uh-huh, I guess it is pretty big news.
Joey: Uh-huh. And I named them Chick Jr. and Duck Jr.
Phoebe: (gasps) Ohh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. (The chick clucks.) You'll get your turn!
Monica: Uh-huh, that one!
Jasmine: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh, I see that.
Monica: Uh-huh, but I'm sure you can handle this. I mean, I have won awards for my organizational skills, but, uh, I'm sure you'll do fine.
Rachel: Uh-huh!
Erica: Uh-huh! I think it's time to kick you in the nuts and see which is worse!
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh, doing it. Doing it. Phone doing it.
Phoebe: Yeah, uh-huh, a 100 dollars.
Gary: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh. Thank Joey!
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh, that's why they call it Staten Island.
Phoebe: Uh-huh, great story! I'm going!
Chandler: Uh-huh. (He doesn't take his eyes off the TV.)
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Ross: Uh-huh. (Phoebe grunts.)
Phoebe: Uh-huh, what?
Pete: Nooo. Uh-huh, no way. What? No.
(Rachel mumbles uh-huh and spits the half-eaten cookie out onto the tissue.)
Rachel: Uh-huh. (Ross takes off his coat and sets in on a chair.) Yknow what I was, I was thinking about?
Chandler: Uh-huh
Phoebe: Uh-huh. You've met your match Rachel Green.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. (They go and sit down.)
Rachel: Oh uh-huh, uh-huh, coffee, a little rub-rub-rub under the table.
Phoebe: Uh-Huh, Which is...?
Joey: Uh-huh.
Monica: (not buying it) Uh-huh.
[Suddenly the door opens and Ross's mystery girl enters. I'll give you a hint to who it is: OH .MY .GAWD!! Uh-huh, it's Janice.]
Interviewer: Uh-huh. Is it dirty?
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Monica: Uh-huh, yeah.