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Chandler: Well, it's just with uhm, work and the stress of adoption, we just don't feel like we have the energy. Plus, we don't think it's fair that every year the burden falls on us.
Phoebe: Well, personally I think it's great you're giving yourself a break.
Phoebe: Sure. It's just as well... I mean, last year wasn't very good. I think she's losing her touch.
Phoebe: Am I? Really? Am I? Well, why don't you cook Thanksgiving dinner and prove me wrong! Well, think about it, think about it, you'll be trying to top than you did last year. You'd be in competition... with yourself.
Rachel: Well, let's see... uh... I know that she has a meeting with her lawyer and then she has to make a very big poop. Why?
Phoebe: Well, I wanna enter her in a baby beauty pageant.
Phoebe: Okay, but, well, before you say no, my friend Susanne is entering her kid and compared to Emma she's a real dog!
Phoebe: Well, I was thinking...
Rachel: Oh Phoebe, listen. Well, I think we gotta go. This place is really freaking me out. I've been watching this guy over there, I don't think he came with a kid!
Phoebe: Well, she's gonna look all washed out next to the other contestants!
Rachel: Well, I don't know, you guys figure it out, I got to put Emma down for a nap.
Joey: No. Here (he tears off the pocket from Ross' shirt, and tears off everything below that as well.)
Ross: Well, let's just go in there and face them.
Phoebe: Well, I'm not going in first. I bet that vein on Monica's forehead is popping like crazy.
Joey: Ooh! Well played, Phoebe Buffay, well played.
Phoebe: Well, I don't know if that's such a good idea. They clearly don't want to be with us.
Monica: Oh my God! YOU FORGOT THE PIES? Well, I cannot believe this. You force me to make dinner, then you're an hour late and you forget the one little thing that I asked you to do.
Chandler: Well, you manheads aren't any better. You lied about going to the game. You knew it would make you late, and you still went anyway.
Monica: Alright, well, this does not change anything. (to Chandler) Okay, we need to get something to grease the sides of his face.
Joey: Well hurry, I can't feel my ears!
Charlie: Uh, well... Joey and I broke up.
Monica: Well uh, Im trying to make something for Joey. Do you mind if I raid your fridge?
Chandler: Well this is just sad!
Joey: Well, given that he's desperately in love with you, he probably wouldn't mind getting a cup of coffee or something.
Ross: Well, you need something to make this day special? Hello! You-you-you have the most special thing of all! You are marrying the woman you love.
Joey: Well, he's gonna. I'll see you a little later, ok? (To the Hombre Man) Hey, how ya doin'?
Monica: Well, you don't have to decide right now, but if you could just look at our file...
Monica: Well, what am I going to say?
Phoebe: Well, just buy the damn boat! (Shes still working her way through her tray of booze.)
Monica: Well, I thought this would be a great opportunity to use up all the food that I don't want to move to the new house with me! So, enjoy: smoke oyster casserole with a breakfast cereal crust, kidney beans in their own juices, and for dessert, a questionable orange.
Rachel: Well, I-I know you can do that too. I'm just, I'm just saying if you need somebody to talk to Hi!
Phoebe: (To Rachel) Well, its better than us deciding.
Rachel: Well, I-Im startin too.
MONICA: Well, what made you make the exception for me?
Rachel: Well, yknow, sometimes that helps. (She realises what that couldve meant.)
Monica: Well?
Phoebe: My guy is well read.
Phoebe: Well, if you really wanna know, I'mOh! I can't tell you this.
Joey: Okay, now uh, in terms of the invite list, Ive got you, me, and Chandler and Im gonna invite Gunther cause, well, weve been talking about this pretty loud.
Joey: Well uh I think I want to take Chandler.
Joey: Well I didn't tell them!
Rachel: Well, things change.
Rachel: Well... well, what did you do to make her laugh? (excited)
Rachel: Well, we were just talkin about you guys gettin married and how great it is.
Eric: (To Phoebe) Well, it was nice meeting you.
Rachel: Well no brush!
Frank: Well, when I tell my friends about her she will be.
Joey: (to the dog) Cmere. Hey. Cmere. Thats Rachel. Shes the one who used to live here. Might as well be honest with youwe love her. But we cant have her. I really miss her. Well, hey, you understand, right? Youre a guy. (thinks about it and picks up the dog and looks) Well, you used to be.
Rachel: Oh, please, Ross it was so obvious! It was like you were marking your territory. I mean you might have well have just come in and peed all around my desk!
Chandler: Well, she walked in when I was looking at the ring brochures. You can understand that, right? (Ross and Joey look at each other and go back to watching the game on TV.) Guys? Guys? (Walks in front of them again.)
Phoebe: Ah! Well! There you go! Last to know again! And I'm guessing... since nobody told me... this is Paolo.
Rachel: Oh well
Policeman: Well I tell you what
JULIE: Well, in a nutshell. . .
Mrs. Lynch: Well, she was leaving work and she was hit by a cab.
Man: Well I actually, I-I really, I haven't seen her for years. But umm, well I-I was pretty tight with-with her and her daughter.
Phoebe: Well, yknow I may have relatives in France who would know. My grandmother said she got the recipe from her grandmother, Nesele Tolouse.
Phoebe: Okay, well maybe not on those levels.
Chandler: Well, you can't say we don't know how to throw a party.
Rachel: Well of course that is what Im here for!
Young Ethan: Well it's somewhere in between. You see, in a strictly technical sense, of course, I'm not uh..., well I, I mean I haven't ever uh...
Rachel: Well hello! Welcome to Monica's. May I take your coat?
David: Well, just for a couple of days, uhm... I'm here to explain to the people who gave us our grant, why it's a positive thing that we spent all their money and uhm... accomplished uhm... nothing.
Phoebe: Okay. Well theres one down.
Joey: Sounds great! Okay all right, well where does this go? (The lamp hes holding.)
ROSS: Well, ya know, they're a little behind the times in Colonial Williamsburg.
Chandler: Well, if you're gonna work for mechanics, those are the ones to work for.
Chandler: Well yeah, but then
Chandler: Well the vet seems to think thats shes becoming a rooster. (The rooster crows.) Were getting a second opinion.
Monica: So the going for help went well?
Monica: Well, youre-youre sweating.
Erica: Hey, well, in a couple of weeks I won't be able to travel.
Ross: Hey! Wha-hoo! What's this? (showing the bottle) Well it's a, it's a bottle of champagne. Why is this here?
Monica: (shocked) Wow! All right well, I mean, what can you do? If you lost it you lost it.
Chandler: Well, no, actually she uh, asked me if I wanted to get a drink.
Monica: Well, it was either a pink bunny or no bunny at all.
Rachel: Well, that shouldnt be a problem. I mean I work in fashion and all I meet are eligible straight men.
Chandler: Well, sure, but can you play it on a plane? (pats his Travel Scrabble game)
David: Well thank you so much.
Richard: Well all right, one thing happened?
Katie: You'd better do something, or I'm gonna walk out that door right now! Well? Are you gonna?
Rachel: Well, it was just something Josh said about v-necks, but you had to be there.
Chandler: Not well.
Chandler: Well I think it's safe to say that our friendship is effectively ruined.
Chandler: Well, Joey, I wrote a little song today. It's called: Get Up.
Mike: Well, come on...
Rachel: Well, Joey probably thinks Ill just embarrass him. Yknow, he thinks Im some kind of a soap opera nutWhich Im not! Im not. Although I do know that your uh, your favorite ice cream flavor is butter pecan. (Starts stroking his arm) And uh, and that your-your dogs name is Wally. Well look at that, Im just stroking your arm.
Monica: No, it doesn't, does it? But you wanted lumps, Ross? (picks up the pan of badly burnt potatoes) Well, here you go, buddy, ya got one.
Ross: Do you remember the scene with, um, Jabba the Hut? Well Jabba had as, as his prisoner, um, Princess Leia.
Rachel: Well, yknow I-I dont know where he is.
[Cut to Chandler in the hallway practicing dancing and is doing it very well.]
Rachel: Well yknow, some people make deals with a friend, like if neither of them are married by the time theyre 40, they marry each other.
Monica: Well Well, great.
Ross: Hi, I was wondering if it is possible to increase security in the Paleontology section? See I-I wrote a book up there and instead of reading it people are-are-are well, rolling around in front of it.
Monica: Oh wow! Okay. Well that was fun.
Mrs. Geller: (pointing to herself and Jack) Well we left ours in Monicas bedroom.
Rachel: Well then you have his baby.
Theodore: Oh... Well...
Woman: Well you can have the suite if you want. We dont care about where we stay. Were here to celebrate our love together. We dont have to get free stuff. We just want to be together.
Emily: (on answering machine) Hello Ross? It's Emily. (Rachel runs back into the room with the tequila.) I know this is out of the blue but uh, I'm getting married tomorrow. Well, maybe I am. I keep thinking about you and I'm wondering if-if we made a mistake giving up so fast. Are you thinking about me? Of course you're not, but if you are, call me tonight. Okay, bye.
Missy: Well, Chandler and I used to make out! A lot!
Ross: Yeah. SheWell, shes one crazy lady?
Monica: Well, what were you gonna say?
Phoebe: Well, what am I gonna do? I really need my guitar!
Phoebe: Well why dont you use your key?
Ross: What? What? What?!! Well they should put that on the box!!!
Ross: Oh well I may as well have!
Joey: Well, what did you say to her?
Frank Sr.: Well no, just-just that one. But, it was stupid. Let's see, how did it, how did it go. Umm. (Singing.)
DR. BURKE: Oh, well obviously you know Barbara and I split up, otherwise you wouldn't have done the head tilt.
Ross: Well yeah, I think we should get married.
ROSS: Well for starters, you may want to light it and lose the spatula.
Steve: Well, smack my ass and call me Judy! These are fantastic!
Bitsy: Well, not at all...
[Scene: The delivery room, Ross has returned with another doctor. This one, is well, younger.]
Phoebe: Well, what period is it from?
Rachel: Well, believe me, its been a long time since Ive been flung.
Ross: Really? Well then tell it to me.
Ross: Well yeah, but she doesnt know that. I mean, the last time she saw you-you wouldve turned one of those little wedding chairs into kindling.
PHOEBE: Well, no no, you have to stay back. I, I have the pox.