![]() Chandler: You know if your not careful, you could not get married at all this year. |
![]() Joey: Aw, c'mon, this guy's perfect for you. Monica: No, not after your cousin who could belch the alphabet. |
![]() Will : It's no fat, no sugar, no dairy... It's no good, throw it out. |
![]() Chandler to Joey: Yes, on a scale from one to ten, ten being the dumbest a person can look, you are definitely ninteen. |
![]() Ross: Okay we will do rock paper scissors to deicde who goes in first. Rachel: Right. Ross: One, Two, Three >Ross does paper, Rachel does scissors and Pheobe does rock< Joey: >waggles his fingers in the air< heh heh! Ross: What is that? Joey: It's fire! It beats everything. Pheobe: Not water balloon! >holds her hand over Joeys< tsh! Joey: Oh yeah. >a note slides out from underneath Monica and Chandlers door< Ross: >reads the note< We know you out there. Joey: >reading the note over Ross' shoulder< Who do you think sent it? |
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![]() Joey: "Eight hundred and twelve bucks." Chandler: "Well, I don't know what Big Leon told ya, but it's an even thousand if you want me for the whole night." |
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