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Rachel: Terry, I, I, I know that I haven't worked here very long, but I was wondering, do you think it would be possible if I got a $100 advance in my salary?
Rachel: It's so that I can spend Thanksgiving with my family. See, every year we go skiing in Vail, and normally my father pays for my ticket, but I sort of started the whole independence thing, you know, which is actually why I took this job.
Rachel: Ok, I, I hear what you're sayin'. I'm with you. Um, but I, but I'm trying really hard. And I think I'm doing better. I really do. Does anybody need coffee? (everyone in the place raises their hand) Oh, look at that.
Rachel: Excuse me, sir. Hi, you come in here all time. I was just wondering, do you think there's a possibility that you could give me an advance on my tips?
Monica: Hey. Ross, did you know Mom and Dad are going to Puerto Rico for Thanksgiving?
Chandler: And this from the cry-for-help department. Are you wearing makeup?
Chandler: That's so funny, 'cause I was thinking you look more like Joey Tribbiani, man slash woman.
Phoebe: What were you modeling for?
Joey: You know those posters for the city free clinic?
Phoebe: You know, the asthma guy was really cute.
Chandler: Do you know which one you're gonna be?
Chandler: Good luck, man. I hope you get it.
Ross: (to Monica) Well, you were right. How can they do this to us, huh? It's Thanksgiving.
Monica: Ok, I'll tell you what. How about I cook dinner at my place? I'll make it just like Mom's.
Ross: Will you make the mashed potatoes with the lumps?
Monica: You know, they're not actually supposed to have... (Ross looks at her sheepishly) I'll work on the lumps. Joey, you're going home, right?
Monica: And I assume, Chandler, you are still boycotting all the pilgrim holidays.
Monica: Yeah. Rach, are you thinking you're gonna make it to Vail?
Ross: Ok. (browsing the apartment) Wow, you guys sure have a lot of books about bein' a lesbian.
Susan: Well, you know, you have to take a course. Otherwise, they don't let you do it.
Susan: What, you don't think they can hear sounds in there?
Ross: You're not serious, I mean, you really... you really talk to it?
Ross: Do you uh, do you talk about me?
Susan: But um, we just refer to you as Bobo the Sperm Guy.
Phoebe: Oh, I believe it. I think the baby can totally hear everything. I can show you. Look, this will seem a little weird, but you put your head inside this turkey, and then we'll all talk, and you'll hear everything we say.
Monica: Hey, Rach, did you make your money?
Rachel: Thanks, you can just put it on the table.
Rachel: Thanks, you can just put it on the table.
Monica: (gives her an envelope) Would you just open it?
Rachel: Oh my god, oh, you guys are great.
Monica: (to Joey) You owe me 20 bucks.
Rachel: Thank you. Thank you so much!
Monica: (hands Chandler a bag) Chandler, here you go, got your traditional Thanksgiving feast, you got your tomato soup, your grilled cheese fixin's, and your family size bag of Funyuns.
Rachel: Wait, wait, Chandler, this is what you're havin' for Thanksgiving dinner? What, what, what is it with you and this holiday?
Joey: Yeah, at Macy's. You were the Obsession girl, right? I was the Aramis guy. (pretends to spray cologne) Aramis? Aramis?
Joey: I gotta tell you. You're the best in the business.
Joey: I'm serious. You're amazing. You know when to spritz, when to lay back.
Girl: Really? You don't know what that means to me.
Joey: Ooh, you smell great tonight. What're you wearing?
Joey: Listen, uh, you wanna go get a drink or something?
(Joey turns around and sees his face on a poster in the subway. The poster says: What Mario isn't telling you...V.D., you never know who might have it. A variety of scenes are shown with the poster displayed all over New York City.)
Joey: So I guess you all saw it.
Phoebe: No, we were just laughing. You know, how laughter can be infectious.
Monica: All right, that's it. You know what? Just get out of my way and stop moping.
Chandler: Oh, you must stop shooping.
Joey: Chandler, will you just come in already?
Chandler: Ok, we all laughed when you did it with the stuffing, but that's not funny anymore.
Joey: But my mom always makes them. It's like a tradition. You get a little piece of turkey on your fork, a little cranberry sauce, and a tot! It's bad enough I can't be with my family because of my disease.
Monica: What, Phoebe, did you whip the potatoes? Ross needs lumps!
Phoebe: Well, 'cause then they'd be like my mom used to make them, you know, before she died.
Rachel: Ok, good-bye you guys. Thanks for everything. (she starts to leave, and hits everyone with her skis) Oh, sorry! Oh, sorry!
Ross: Ok, ok, ok, ok, here goes. You know, I, you know, can't do this. Uh, this is too weird. I feel stupid.
Carol: So don't do it, it's fine. You don't have to do it just because Susan does it.
Rachel: I loved the moment when you first saw the giant dog shadow all over the park.
Rachel: We're waiting for you to open the door. You got the keys.
Rachel: Yes, you do. When we left, you said, "got the keys."
Rachel: No, no, no, you said, "got the keys".
Chandler: Do either of you have the keys?
Ross: And everyone's telling me, you gotta pick a major, you gotta pick a major. So, on a dare, I picked paleontology. And you have no idea what I'm saying, because, let's face it, you're a fetus. You're just happy you don't have gills anymore.
Carol: Look, you don't have to talk to it. You can sing to it if you want.
Ross: Shh! (singing) Here we come, walkin' down the street, get the funniest looks from, everyone we meet. Hey, hey! (to Carol) Hey, uh, did you just feel that?
Ross: (singing) Hey, hey, you're my baby, and I can't wait to meet you. When you come out I'll buy you a bagel, and then we'll go to the zoo.
Monica: Can you go any faster with that?
Joey: Hey, I got one keyhole and about a zillion keys. You do the math.
Monica: Why do you guys have so many keys in there anyway?
Rachel: (grabs Chandler by the shirt) All right, listen, smirky. If it wasn't for you and your stupid balloon, I would be on a plane watching a woman do this (makes a gesture like a stewardess pointing out exits) right now. But I'm not.
Monica: I swear you said you had the keys.
Rachel: Aside from the fact that you said you had them?
Rachel: Well, you should have.
Monica: Why? Because everything is my responsibility? Isn't it enough that I'm making Thanksgiving dinner for everyone? You know, everyone wants a different kind of potatoes, so I'm making different kinds of potatoes. Does anybody care what kind of potatoes I want? Nooooo, no, no! (starting to cry) Just as long as Phoebe gets her peas and onions, and Mario gets his tots, and it's my first Thanksgiving, and it's all burned, and, and I... I...
Chandler: Ok, Monica, only dogs can hear you now, so, look, the door's open. Here we go.
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.
Rachel: Oh, god, this is great! The plane is gone, so it looks like I'm stuck here with you guys.
Joey: You call that delicious?
Phoebe: Ooh, you guys have to make a wish.
Phoebe: Come on, you know, Thanksgiving. Ooh, you got the bigger half. What'd you wish for?
Chandler: I'd like to propose a toast. Little toast here, ding ding. I know this isn't the kind of Thanksgiving that all of you all planned, but for me, this has been really great, you know, I think because it didn't involve divorce or projectile vomiting. Anyway, I was just thinking, I mean, if you'd gone to Vail, and if you guys'd been with your family, if you didn't have syphilis and stuff, we wouldn't be all together, you know? So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm very thankful that all of your Thanksgivings sucked.
Phoebe: You should! How is she?
Rachel: Yeah, we wanted to throw you a big surprise and a great shower, and now you dont have either.
Phoebe: Oh no, don't hate, you don't want to put that out into the universe.
Ross: Okay, then why do you have to wear underwear tonight?
Phoebe: Are you gonna open the presents without Chandler?
Rachel: Ohh, gee. I wonder why she thinks youre going to call her?
Rachel: Yeahbut come onListen, Im sorry I dont want to make you uncomfortable, but I told Phoebe that it happened and she doesnt believe me.
Monica: Nooo! No, thats not true. No, best time ever! Yeah, you rocked me world! (She turns out the light to go back to sleep.)
Joey: Come on man! You never want to do anything since you and Janice broke up.
Monica: So, maybe I am a little high maintenance. And maybe Rachel is a little bit of a pushover. But you know what we decided you are?
Joey: Hey. Hey look I am still Joey, okay. Flowers theyre just, you know, theyre nice to look at. And that happens to be a picture by a famous artist. Of a famous baby.
Ross: What do you think youre doing?!
Monica: You obviously havent screwed over a lot of your friends. (They all look at her) Which we all appreciate.
Chandler: Ill tell you what, I will go get them developed and you can go home.
Katie: Oh uh I actually came here to ask you out.
TILLY: I gather by that oh that he told you about me.
Ross: Ah I had a little thing with Joey, if you think this is bad you should see him.
Amanda: Let’s see.. to assure you get this directly, ring me back on my mobile.
Ross: Oh, come here sweetie, listen, youre gonna go on like a thousand interviews before you get a job. (she glares at him) Thats not how that was supposed to come out.
RACH: Right, you, you only had a year. We only hung out every night.
Monica: Oh no-no-no, its only one night a week, and plus I get to take all of you out for a lot of free dinners.
Joey: I don't know. You dumped her on New Year's.
Mr. Douglas: Youre kidding? She seems so...
Ross: Youre fast and irresponsible. That adds up to a bad driver.
Cecilia: Joey, well thank you. That is so sweet. Oh, excuse me. (She throws her drink on a passing writer.)
Janice: Well, I knew you had the Rockys, and so I figured, you know, you can wear Bullwinkle and Bullwinkle, or you can wear Rocky and Rocky,or, you can mix and match, moose and squirrel. Whatever you want.
Ross: Hey! What are you guys looking at?
Rachel: Hey! So, did you quit?
Rachel: Yeah, down from seven hundred, you are saving like two hundred bucks!
Joey: Okay, and ah, this one here is a Douglas Fir, now its a little more money, but you get a nicer smell.
Rachel: Oh you really, you really just dont want to hear about it.
Monica: How have you been?
Joey: Hey Pheebs, you wanna help?
Barry: We can, we can go to Aruba! When I went there on what would have been our honeymoon, it was, uh... it was really nice. You would've liked it.
RICHARD: God. I love you.
Joey: What the hell are you doin'?
CHANDLER: Well, it's sharp, it's metal, I think I can do some, you know, serious damage with it.
Chandler: Well what Yknow what Im gonna do? Im gonna go over there; Im gonna kick his ass! (Pause) Will you help me?!
David: I keep a straight face he-he delivers like this look, a reaction to you, or a certain take, I-II mean I find it so funny.
Rachel: You know, when two people have a connection, you know, that's... just seems like such a... waste.
Monica: Wow, she must have hurt you pretty bad, huh?
Rachel: Yes it is! I saw you guys going at it behind the card catalog!
Joey: That's it! I'm tired of covering for you two! This has got to stop! (Realizes he still has the underwear in his hand.) Ahh! (Throws them towards Chandler's room.) And tighty-whiteys! What are you, 8?
Rachel: Please, what about you and Chandler?
Actress/Olivia: No, I told you...get out!
Monica: Phoebe, you are a bad ass!
MONICA: Sandra, I am so sorry, I thought you were Rachel and we just weren't ready for you yet.
FRIEND: Well, you kids take the train in?
Phoebe: (laughs harder) You make it so funny.
Rachel: Well were gonna miss you around here.
Rachel: Chandler, you have an assistant right?
Chandler: Yeah, it's like when you're a kid, and your parents put your dog to sleep, and they tell you it went off to live on some farm.
Phoebe: Oh, I was telling them about you and Emily. Y'know, try to get some sympathy.
Monica: Oh good, I hate it when you do that
CHANDLER: Oh, that's good. Maybe he'll hear you and pull the cord.
Ross: (to Joey) How 'bout instead you, go get changed! (to Chandler) You, give him back his underwear! I'm gonna go get a cab, and I want everyone down stairs in two minutes! Monica!
Allesandro: I want to talk to you about your review.
Ross: Yeah Pheebs, come on, you two have completely different styles. Y'know, shes more..(shakes his shoulders, like hes dancing) y'know, and youre more (sees the look from Phoebe and stops)
Joey: Yknow what? Why dont you just give us our souvenirs and get the hell out of here?
Dr. Harad: Hi! Phoebe, I'm Dr. Harad, I'm going to be delivering your babies. I want you to know, you're gonna be in good hands. I've been doing this for a long time. I'll be back in a minute to do your internal, in the meantime, just relax because everything here looks great. And also, I love Fonzie. (Exits)
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Ross: You know what? I'm gonna finish this later, ok? Let me just grab my coat.
Frank: What, you dont think I know that?
Rachel: Okay. Well, I gotta go you guys. Ill see you later.
Ross: (looking at Rachel entering with Emma) Oh, hi! Hi! Thanks for showing you up thirty minutes late!
Chandler: You know, it's funny. Every time you say "triplets," I immediately think of three hot blonde 19-year olds.
The Stripper: Okay, who are you? The Hardy boys? Look, I dont need to steal some stupid ring, all right? I make $1,600 a week doing what I do; any of you guys make that?
Monica: All right, it'll be great! You just make her think you wanna have sex with her! It'll totally freak her out!
Ross: (slowly) Yeah. But you know what? I think you should give Joey a chance. I mean, he's a great guy, and sure he doesn't know that much about art but you know, you can always talk about that with someone else.
Director: Oh no! You get up there and do that again exactly like that!
Paul: So Lizzie, are-are-are you planning on staying the night?
Phoebe: Yeah, but you have to keep the name too!
Ross: Youll see.
Monica: What have you heard me sing?
Chandler: We cant tell him, you cant go up to a guy you barely know and talk about his.... stuff.
RACHEL: Ok honey, you really need a job.
Phoebe: Mike, you don't know, you don't know what you're doing!
Melissa: (laughs) Oh you dont have to be (Laughs again) sorry. Im Im obviously kidding. Im not in love with you. (To Phoebe) Im not in love with her. I dont hear coconuts banging together. Yeah, I dont picture your face when I make love to my boyfriend. Anyway, I gotta go. Eh kiss good-bye? (Rachel stares at her stunned.) No? Okay. (Hurries into the cab and drives off.)
Mrs. Geller: (incredulous) You dont know how that happened?! Your dog thought my diaphragm was a chew toy!
Monica: He asked you out?!
Rachel: Well honey, then why don't you break up with one of them?
Chandler: no I'm not quite sure you got the right movie that's all.
Phoebe: No idea! I though he was soft like you!
Rachel: Yknow what Tag, if we went down to the office you would see those contracts sitting on your desk.
Joey: Oh yeah? Well, you don't know about Hugsy, my bedtime penguin pal. (Joey shies away.)
Phoebe: Because I think it means more to you.
RACHEL: Did, did he just, did he, did he just say, he said bye. He said bye. You said, you said bye to me. You said bye to me.
Monica: I-I-I think you look great.
Rachel: And did you?!
Cecilia: Well of course not, but you were very good.
Phoebe: No that is the last thing you want to do!
Rachel: Nothing! Oh God, we're just so excited that you want to get this apartment!
Kate: Hi, nice to meet you. Kate Miller.
Mrs. Bing: You are gonna be fine, believe me.
Phoebe: Yeah, um, which ones in particular were great for you?
Joey: Hey well, you cant teach someone to be good with women. Yknow, thats why I never had any luck with Chandler.
Rachel: Oh honey, I'm so sorry, you were right, this feels great!
Mrs. Geller: It really was. Oh, c'mere, sweetheart. (Hugs her) Y'know, I think it might be time for you to start using night cream.
Phoebe: Yes, you do. Chandler loves Kathy.
Monica: Did you just smell my hair?