CHANDLER: I can't believe you would actually say that. I would much rather be Mr. Peanut than Mr. Salty. JOEY: No way! Mr. Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, the toughest snack there is. ROSS: I don't know, you don't wanna mess with corn nuts. They're craaazy.
CHANDLER: I am telling you, years from now, schoolchildren will study it as one of the greatest first dates of all time. It was unbelievable! We could totally be ourselves, we didn't have to play any games... MONICA: So have you called her yet? CHANDLER: Let her know I like her? What are you, insane? It's the next day! How needy do I want to seem? I'm right, right? JOEY and ROSS: Oh, yeah. Yeah. Let her dangle. MONICA: I can't believe my parents are actually pressuring me to find one of you people.
PHOEBE: Oh, God, just do it! Call her! Stop being so testosteroney! CHANDLER: Which, by the way, is the real San Francisco treat. I got her machine. JOEY: Her answer machine? CHANDLER: No, interestingly enough her leaf blower picked up.
CHANDLER: Oh, Danielle! I wasn't expecting the machine... Give me a call when you get a chance. Bye bye. Oh God! MONICA: THAT's what you've been working on for the past two hours?!
JOEY: Man, we gotta do something about that guy. This morning, I caught him looking into our apartment. It creeps me out! I feel like I can't do stuff! MONICA: What kinda stuff..? JOEY: Will you grow up? I'm not talking about sexy stuff, but, like, when I'm cooking naked. PHOEBE: You cook naked? JOEY: Yeah, toast, oatmeal... nothing that spatters. CHANDLER: What are you looking at me for? I didn't know that.
PHOEBE: Y'know, if you want, you can call her machine, and if she has a lot of beeps, that means she probably didn't get her messages yet. CHANDLER: Y'don't think that makes me seem a little... ROSS: ...desperate, needy, pathetic? CHANDLER: Ah, you obviously saw my personal ad.
CHANDLER: Hell is filled with people like you. MONICA: Why don't you just call her? CHANDLER: I can't call her, I left a message! I have some pride. MONICA: Do you?
ROSS: Four letters: "Circle or hoop". CHANDLER: Ring dammit, ring! ROSS: Thanks.
ROSS: "Heating device". PHOEBE: Radiator. ROSS: Five letters. PHOEBE: Rdtor.
JOEY: Look, I live across the street, and I know all about you and your little telescope, and I don't appreciate it, okay? Yeah, I can see you right now! Hello! If I wanna walk around my apartment in my underwear, I shouldn't have to feel like - Thank you, but... that's not really the point... The point is that... mostly free weights, but occasionally.. MONICA: Joey!!
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