JOEY: Alright, no peeking. No peeking, no peeking, no peeking. CHANDLER: Alright, alright, but you better be wearing clothes when I open my eyes.
PHOEBE: I can't believe two cows made the ultimate sacrifice so you guys could watch TV with your feet up. CHANDLER: Well they were chair-shaped cows. They never would have survived in the wild.
CHANDLER: Uh, two larges, extra cheese on both. But listen, don't ring the buzzer for 19, ring 20, Geller-Green, they'll let you in, OK. If you buzz our door, there's no tip for you. OK, thanks. Pizza's on the way. I told you we wouldn't have to get up. JOEY: What if we have to pee? CHANDLER: I'll cancel the sodas.
JOEY: Wow, look at that. The car is on fire, yet somehow it's expensive paint job is protected by the Miracle Wax.
JOEY: Hi. CHANDLER and JOEY: Hey. JOEY: What're you doin' here? Aren't you supposed to be out with Rachel? ROSS: That was 14 hours ago.
JOEY: She laughed at you? ROSS: Yeah. I don't know, I've been wanting this since like ninth grade typing, ya know. And I just want it to be perfect and right and. . . why isn't that laser beam cutting through the paint? CHANDLER: It's the Miracle Wax. JOEY: It certainly is a miracle.
PHOEBE: We have got to get you lazy boys out of these chairs. CHANDLER and JOEY: Hey, woah, hey, woah. PHOEBE: You know you should go outside and be with the three-dimensional people. JOEY: No, inside good, outside bad. PHOEBE: You guys are so pathetic, I, oh, OH, XANADU! OH. CHANDLER: She's one of us now.
JOEY: Is that the fire alarm? CHANDLER: Yeah. Oh it's not warm yet, we still have time. JOEY: Cool.
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