MONICA: Would you let it go? It's not that big a deal. ROSS: Not that big a deal? It's amazing. Ok, you just reach in there, there's one little maneuver, and bam, a bra right out the sleeve. All right, as far as I'm concerned, there is nothing a guy can do that even comes close. Am I right? RACHEL: Come on! You guys can pee standing up. CHANDLER: We can? All right, I'm tryin' that. JOEY: Ok, you know what blows my mind? Women can see breasts any time they want. You just look down and there they are. How you get any work done is beyond me. PHOEBE: Oh, ok, you know what I don't get? The way guys can do so many mean things, and then not even care. ROSS: Multiple orgasms!
PHOEBE: What's the matter? Why so scrunchy? RACHEL: It's my father. He wants to give me a Mercedes convertible. ROSS: That guy, he burns me up. RACHEL: Yeah, well, it's a Mercedes if I move back home. Oh, it was horrible. He called me young lady. CHANDLER: Ooh, I hate when my father calls me that. MONICA: Did he give you that whole "You're-not-up-to-this" thing again? RACHEL: Oh, yeah, yeah. Actually, I got the extended disco version, with three choruses of "You'll never make it on your own".
JOEY: My god, Angela. MONICA: Wow, being dumped by you obviously agrees with her. PHOEBE: Are you gonna go over there? JOEY: No, yeah, no, ok, but not yet. I don't wanna seem too eager. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi. That seems pretty cool. Hey, Angela. ANGELA: Joey. JOEY: You look good. ANGELA: That's because I'm wearing a dress that accents my boobs. JOEY: You don't say.
ANGELA: Forget it Joey. I'm with Bob now. JOEY: Bob? Who the hell's Bob? ANGELA: Bob is great. He's smart, he's sophisticated, and he has a real job. You, you go on three auditions a month and you call yourself an actor, but Bob-- JOEY: Come on, we were great together. And not just at the fun stuff, but like, talking too.
JOEY: Monica, I'm tellin' you, this guy is perfect for you. MONICA: Forget it. Not after your cousin who could belch the alphabet. JOEY: Come on. This guy's great. His name's Bob. He's Angela's... brother. He's smart, he's sophisticated, and he has a real job. Me, I go on three auditions a month and call myself an actor, but Bob is--
MONICA: Thank you. So what does this Bob guy look like? Is he tall? Short? JOEY: Yep. MONICA: Which? JOEY: Which what? MONICA: You've never met Bob, have you?
PHOEBE: This is nice. We never do anything just the two of us. CHANDLER: It's great. Maybe tomorrow we can rent a car and run over some puppies.
ROSS: Uh, well, don't worry, I'll use the gentle cycle. Ok, um, basically you wanna use one machine for all your whites, a whole other machine for colors, and a third for your uh, your uh, delicates, and that would be your bras and your under-panty things. RACH: Ok, Well, what about these are white cotton panties. Would they go with whites or delicates? ROSS: Uh, that, that, that would be a judgment call.
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