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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.
Chandler: No, I know, but it's just so hard, you know? I mean, you're sitting there with her, she has no idea what's happening, and then you finally get up the courage to do it, and there's the horrible awkward moment when you've handed her the note.
Chandler: Hey, that's not good. Can I get an espresso and a latte over here, please?
Chandler: (covering) What... did you get me there?
Chandler: Well, I'm gonna get another espresso. Can I get you another latte?
Monica: Something went wrong with Underdog, and they couldn't get his head to inflate. So anyway, um, his head is like flopping down Broadway, right, and I'm just thinking... how inappropriate this is. Um, I've got something in my eye, uh, Joey, could we check it in the light, please?
Woman: Yeah, well, I had a 24-inch waist. You lose things. Now come on, get outta my way.
(Rachel looks at Ross, who motions to her to get the cart back.)
Rachel: Joey, youre gonna have to stop rushing me, you know what? You dont get any dessert.
Phoebe: Ross, where did you get this?!
Rachel: Chandler, arent you worried about what to get Monica for Christmas?
Rachel: Yknow I cant even worry about that right now, cause I got the cutie little baby, oh I cant believe how much I love her, I cant get enough of her, like right now I miss her. I actually miss her.
Monica: Wait a minute, I can get ice at the restaurant
Joey: Home sweet home, huh? Nice to, uh, get back to reality. Plus we know how the New Years gonna go off. I guess theres no reason for all that Y2K panic, yknow? Anyway, gnight!
Monica: Kinda. (She hugs Phoebe and looks out the window. She moves closer to it to get a better look.) Oh my God!
Ross: Wow, Monicas letting other people help decorate her tree! Did someone get her drunk again or?
Ross: Yeah, why would it be weird? Hey, Joey, can I get some coffee?
Ross: Joey, seriously, can I get my coffee?
Joey: Oh, man, I could totally get that part. Im sorry, that seat is taken.
Chandler: Mon, get out here!
(An old West style showdown starts with Joey and the Hombre Man staring each other down as the store guy slowly lets in the first customer while Joey and the Hombre Man get ready to draw. In slow motion they spot the customer, eye each other, draw, and as the customer walks into the middle Joey's bottle misfires but the Hombre Man spays it into the customer's eyes.)
Jill: Oh, Mr. Scientist has to get all technical!
Rachel: Whatd you get?
Joey: Im sorry but weve got to get rid of all this girlie stuff in here. I, uh, I got to be a man! Okay. The living room has to remain a guy place, okay? Thats just the way it has to be.
Rachel: You get your messages!
Chandler: Would you please get some rest!
Monica: Come on, get into bed! I want to prove to you that Im not sick! I wanna make you feel, as good as I feel. (Sneezes.)
Joey: Not good, no. I didnt get the part, and I lost my job here, so
Monica: Oh, Ive got it! I have got it! (Gets up and gets something from the dresser underneath the TV.) Pictures from your childhood. This will get you going good!
Monica: Thats Phoebe! Where did you get that?
Chandler: Okay, but you gotta push past this because it is about to get so good!
Joey: No-no-no I've seen it happen, you-you get a rapport going with a woman but somehow you manage to kill it. What's your secret?
Monica: (noticing the bag Joeys carrying) Oh great! Did you get a movie?
Ross: Well, Id love to! Here, you wait right here and Ill go get the projector and my notes!
Rachel: Yeah, yeah and you know what, I know she's gonna wanna run again, I just don't know how to get out of it, I mean, I live with her.
Jill: Oh great! (Goes to get it as the phone rings.)
Rachel: Ross! I think she is trying to make something happen with you to get back at me!
Rachel: Ross, I am telling you that she is using you to get back at me!
Chandler: Yeah, either that, or Gloria Estefan was right, eventually, the rhythm is going to get you.
Monica: Why did they get divorced?
Chandler: Okay! (Stands up) This is it! (Claps his hands) We're gonna get married!
Monica's Boyfriend: Yknow what honey? I got to get back to the hospital.
Doug: So thanks for the warm welcome. Its good to have you guys on my team, and I come to play. I hope you do too. Now, lets go out there and get em! Huh? And remember, there is no I in team.
Chandler: All right, should we just, should we just get married? Yknow? I mean should we just do it? All the signs are telling us to do it.
Rachel: Oh so you know that, you guys talked about that, so you get along, so you think youre gonna go out?
Monica: Huh. So you're saying like umm, if there was an award for the best bad massage, well who would get that?
Ross: What, you didnt get it? The doctor is a monkey.
Chandler: Oh no-no-no, you dont want to do that, then youre gonna get stuck with Rachel and she exchanges every gift she ever gets.
Joey: Oh, Kath, we should get going. We're going to by hamsters.
Rachel: Well its hard to tell (Rachel gets up to get a closer look, only shes having some trouble.) Oh God, if she would just stop moving.
Phoebe: Well, Ive got to get out of this bed, Im going crazy here. Crazy!
Carol: (jumping up to get it) I got it!
Carol: Yeah! And maybe someday we could get a place with two bathrooms.
Chandler: Okay! (They both get up.)
Chandler: Hey, will you grab me a cruller? (Joey starts to groan and get up.) Sit down! Will you go to the hospital?!
Rachel: Oh, its so easy for you I mean, youre not married, you get to have sex with who ever you want!
Ronni: Now, y'see, most people, when their pets pass on, they want 'em sorta laid out like they're sleeping. But occasionally you get your person who wants them in a pose. Like, chasing their tail, (Demonstrates) or, uh, jumping to catch a frisbee.
Ross: Oh, wait! Wait! Dont you have an audition today? Yeah! Maybe youll get that job!
Ross: Yknow what? Fine! Get attacked! I dont even care!
Chandler: Okay, look I need your help, I dont know what to get her for Valentines Day.
(He goes into another room to get his projector and notes. While hes gone, Jill quickly checks her makeup.
Ross: And if you wait right here, Ill go get Ross. (Phoebe grabs his arm and prevents him from escaping.)
Monica: Okay, come on, I can't get married until I get something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.
Monica: What are you talking about? If you get married in Vegas youre married everywhere.
(They both get out of bed and go get some cake.)
Monica: I wanna wake up early and go get it for you!
Joey: (to Carl) Pizza!! We like Pizza!! Get out!!! (Carl does so.)
Carl: (sticking his head back in) Hey, uh can I get a little piece of that cake?
Ross: Yknow what? I can easily get out of this, but there is a chance you can get very, very hurt!
Rachel: Oh, oh, oh, Ill get Rainy Day Bear!! (runs to get him)
Rachel: I dont like sitting up here! Im just gonna over (She starts to get up.)
Joey: Chandler, Chandler, yknow what we should do? You and I should go out and get some new sunglasses.
Rachel: (on the phone) Monica, Im quitting! I just helped an 81 year old woman put on a thong and she didnt even buy it! (Pause) Im telling you Im quitting! Thats it! Im talking to my boss right now! (Pause) Yes I am! (Pause) Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Okay bye, call me when you get this message. (Hangs up as her boss, Mr. Waltham, walks in.) Oh! Mr. Waltham, I ah really need to talk to you.
The Instructor: Let me get this straight man, you attacked your ex-wife?!
Kim: Listen to me. If you think sleeping with Ralph is going to get you my job. You are sadly mistaken.
Joey: When youre off the phone, do you wanna get a pizza?
Phoebe: Well no, it was my fault so you should get the nice room.
Phoebe: Well, since the fire was kinda my fault I guess (To Rachel) you should get to stay here.
Joey: He can still catch her! Come on, get out of there! (He opens the box) Get out of there!
Chandler: Oh come on guys, its not like I moved to Europe! I just moved across the hall! And we would have you over all the time if it werent for (struggles to get this out) Monicas allergies. (The duck quacks.) Youre right, I could never lie to you. She hates you. (The phone rings.) Should I get that? (Laughs, then answers the phone.) Hello? (Listens) Uh no, Joeys not here right now. Can I take a message? (Listens) Yeah, okay so the audition has been moved from 5:00 to 2:30? (Listens) Okay great. (Listens.) Bye. (Hangs up the phone and goes to write the message on the Magna-Doodle on the door but Monica walks in and forces him to jump out of the way.)
Joey: No-no! I used to get paid for all kinds of medical stuff, remember? Lets see uh, well I dont want to donate sperm again. (To Ross) I really prefer doing that at the home office yknow? (Ross nods his head.) Ooh-ooh, maybe they want like some of my blood or-or spit or something, huh?
Frank: Okay, cool, all right, she just ah, parking the truck. (to Joey) Im gonna, Im gonna get my ah, my fianc�e man!
Ross: What do you want to do now? Huh? You wanna go get a drink?
Dana: Yknow uh, actually I-I-I should get going.
Chandler: Okay. Okay. (Joey puts him down.) What are you gonna do to me if you get the part?
(Monica gets behind him and in combination with his sliding the chair forward and her pushing with her leg manages to get up to the table.)
Chandler: (laughs) Well, don�t believe everything you hear, Ken. (both turning away to files) But yeah, that�s true. Alright, let�s get started, by take a look at last quarter�s figures. (The female next to Chandler starts smoking, towards her:) Ah, Claudia, aren�t you supposed to blow smoke up the bosses� ass?
Elizabeth: Stop it! (She starts to get all worked up.)
Joey: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, whoa. Do you ah, want to get her something speacial, get her flowers, get her candy, get her gum, girls love gum.
Ross: Lets also get a hot plate!
PHOEBE: Ok, ok, she's taking the trash out so I can get you out of here but it has to be now, she'll be back any minute.
Joey: Get the ball, ready? Get the ball, get the ball! (Joey pretends to throw it, but really doesnt, and the dog goes running off.) Well, youre cute, but youre not too smart!
Sebastian: Actually, I uh, I gotta get going. (To Rachel) Give me a call sometime.
Frank: Yeah, Ive been thinking ever since you said we were having triplets, the best thing for me to do is to drop out of college and get a job.
Chandler: No, no, I keep trying, yknow? I can get out, "Joey, I have too " but then I lose my nerve and I always finish with, " go to the bathroom." He may think Im sick.
Sebastian: Can I get you a cup of coffee?
Joey: Oh well listen, anyway shes directing the new Al Pacino movie. You gotta get me an audition!
Chandler: So did Monica tell you about this great band called the Swing Kings that were trying to get to play at the wedding?
(He starts to get up, but Rachel stops him.)
Phoebe: Youve got to get out of here! Save yourself!
Joey: Well, dont get your hopes up, because probably not gonna happen.
Ross: Well, if whats in the bottle is actually 30. I mean sometimes you get 30, sometimes its-its get 4, and I swear to God more often than not its just milk.
CHANDLER: It's about cutting my people a little slack, ya know, for morale. Look, if you wanna see some rough numbers, I can get them to you by Wednesday.
Chandler: Oh Mon-Mon-Mon-Mon-look, this is the honeymoon suite. The room expects sex. The room would be disappointed if it didnt get sex. All of the other honeymoon suites would think it was a loser.
Chandler: Yeah, not bad right? You know what, Monicas gonna be working late, so I'm gonna make this place spotless. You know what else I'm gonna do, know what else I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go downstairs, I'm gonna get her some flowers. Now who wouldn't wanna live with me?
Chandler: You mean you didnt get it from this?
Gunther: Okay, but the moneys good, plus you get to stare at Rachel as much as you want.
Chandler: Ok, now, remember, no trading. You get the pretty one, I get the mess.