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(Rachels boss, Mr. Thompson walks up.)
Mr. Thompson: Nice to see you Rachel.
Mr. Thompson: So glad you brought someone.
Rachel: Someone? I brought people. Mr. Thompson, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, this is Mr. Thompson. (She introduces them.) Hes the head of my department.
Mr. Thompson: Well, I hope youre gonna bid on some things Rachel.
Mr. Thompson: Ohh, nice choice.
Mr. Thompson: Good luck.
Rachel: Thank you. (Mr. Thompson walks away and after hes left.) Okay, (writing her bid down) twenty dollars.
[Scene: The Charity Event, Mr. Thompson is announcing the winners of the silent auction.]
Mr. Thompson: Our next item is the romantic trip to Paris. (Pause.) It goes to Emil Alexander high a high bid of 2,300.
Mr. Thompson: And finally, our biggest item of the night, the 22-foot gentlemans day sailer sailboat. The winning bid was a whooping $20,000! (Joey suddenly gets excited.)
Mr. Thompson: Congratulations on your new boat, Joey Tribbiani!!
Mr. Thompson: (approaching) Mr. Tribbiani.
Mr. Thompson: Your generous contribution brings us a big step closer to building the youth center.
Mr. Thompson: I think it was valued at 19,000
(Mr. Thompson looks shocked and at Rachel, she suddenly starts laughing.)
Rachel: Joey! Joey, good one! (Mr. Thompson starts to laugh.)
Mr. Thompson: Thats good. Very good! (Walks away.)
Joey: Uhh, excuse me is there a Mr. Bowmont at this table?
Mr. Bowmont: Thats me.
Rachel: Oh well, hello. This is your lucky day Mr. Bowmont, the uh gentleman day sailer as just become available again and I believe that you made a bid of $18,000.
Mr. Bowmont: I was actually relieved uh I didnt win the boat. My wife wouldve killed me.
Mr. Bowmont: Its Pam.
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think shed like that.
Rachel: Okay, uh-uh imagine this, "The Mr. Bowmont."
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think so dear.
Mr. Bowmont: What the hell, its for a good cause! All right!
Joey: Who cares?! I-Ill make payments, whatever it takes, I want the Mr. Bowmont!!
(We hear the backup horn of a truck and see through the window that the Mr. Bowmont has arrived.)
Joey: (all excited) The Mr. Bowmonts here!!! (Jumps over the back off the couch and runs out into the street.)
MNCA: So, Mr. Rastatter, what exactly does this job entail? The ad wasn't too clear.
MR. TREEGER: You never know.
MONICA: Mr. Heckles.
Mr.Heckles: I could have cats.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is sitting at her desk as Mr. Waltham comes in.]
MR. BOYLE: He didn't have any.
Chandler: Oh well, not as lovely as you. I mean, I cant believe that you would have a thirty-year-old daughter! (To Mr. Geller) And you! I cant believe that you would have a tux thats thirty years old! (Puts his hand on Mr. Gellers shoulder.)
Mr. Geller: Well Im peeking. (He peeks.) Oh my God!
MR. GELLER: There you go. So she dips into her savings, that's what it's there for. She's gonna be fine, and if you need a little extra, you know where to find it. [pulls a quarter from behind her ear]
PHOEBE: Ok, it's very faint, but I can still sense him in the building. Go into the light, Mr. Heckles!
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
RACHEL: [answering the door] Mr. Treeger.
MR. TREEGER: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
MR. TREEGER: Uhh, you said there was a party.
ROSS: Oh, mine too. Isn't that neat, scotch neat. Would you excuse me? [walks out in the hallway, Mr. Greene is walking out of Chandler and Joey's apartment] Hey, hey, where you uh, sneakin off to mister?
MR A: Phoebe?
MR A: You're saying, my wife is in you?
Mr. Geller: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
Mr. Zelner: Umm, no. Thanks, but Ill give these to Betty. (Rachel glances at Tag to say, "See?") So I read your evaluation of Tag, or to use his full name, Tag Sweetcheeks Jones. Is something going on with you two?
MR. GELLER: I know. He's like a new man. It's like a scene from Cocoon.
MR. GELLER: Hi.
MR. GELLER: Some of your old stuff.
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
Ross: Oh God, thank you! (Runs and gives all of them a group hug.) Umm, uh, Mr. Stevens Id like you to meet my friends uh, this is Phoebe, Monica, and Chandler.
Mr. Zelner: Yeah, its not like I dont have a sense of humor, huh? Hell, I even enjoy a naughty limerick now and then. But theres a time and a place, huh?! Unless you uh, have a limerick right now? (They both nod no.) No? Okay, well uh, youve (Grabs the chocolates.) got my fax number. (Exits.)
MONICA: Hello, Mr. Heckles.
MR A: Oh, wait, I remember, she also said she wanted to sleep with me one last time.
MR. GELLER: Let's show 'em.
MR A: Everything.
Mr. Geller: Don't listen to your mother. You're independent, and you always have been! Even when you were a kid... and you were chubby, and you had no friends, you were just fine! And you would read alone in your room, and your puzzles...
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Monica is in the bathroom and Richard comes in.]
MR. GELLER: The button, the button.
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
[Scene: Mr. Ratstatter's office. Monica is there.]
MR. GELLER: Oh thank you.
MR. GELLER: C'mon, tell us.
PHOEBE: Yes, hi, Mr. Adelman. Thanks for meeting me.
MR. GELLER: Am I supposed to stand here and listen to this on my birthday?
MR. GELLER: Everybody smile.
MR. GELLER: Of course she would, you're a college man.
Mr. Geller: She went to pick up Aunt Liddy.
JOEY: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet-tooth.
MR. TREEGER: [to Rachel who is standing under mistletoe] So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey! Hello, babe! Wh what're what're you doing here?
Mr. Posner: Yes, thats very good. Now a uh, big part of this job is cultivating personal relationships, especially with designers.
Mr. Zelner: Ive asked Lee from human resources to be here as a witness to our conversation.
Gary Collins: (on TV.) It looks like we have surpassed last year's pledge total! Thank you viewers! The pledge that did it was taken by one of our volunteers (He walks over to where Joey is sitting.) Oh boy! And may I say one of our sharpest dressed volunteers, (Joey stands up.) Mr. Joseph Tribbiani!
Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
Mr. Heckles: Yeah, it's my cat. Give me my cat.
Mr. Geller: They never did, so if ever see me giving them legal advice just nod along. Shall we?
MR. GREENE: To get my coat.
MR. GREENE: Scotch.
MR. GREENE: Get my glasses too.
MR. GREENE: You work and you work and you work on a boat...
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
MR. GELLER: Judy, Judy, relax, this is our little harmonica we're talking about. We taught her well. Ten percent of your paycheck, where does it go?
MR. GREENE: Neat.
MR. BOYLE: All right, kids. Here's the deal. According to my client's will, he wants to leave all his earthly possessions to "the noisy girls in the apartment above mine".
JOEY: Hey. Mr. Douglas is looking for you.
MR A: Well, I don't know what to tell you dear. The only thing I can think of is that she always used to say that before she died, she wanted to see everything.
MR. DOUGLAS: Rough numbers?
Monica: (entering with everyone else including Mr. Geller) Hi! Hey look whos here!
Chandler: All right fine, don't do anything, just sit here and talk to us, meanwhile she is talking to him about you. And he's being Mr. Joe Sensitive, and she starts thinking 'Maybe this is the guy for me, because he understands me.'
[Time lapse. The gang is sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner. Chandler is at the head of the table, Mr and Mrs Geller are to his right. Joey and Ross are to his left. Monica is serving things. Phoebe is in the living room and Rachel is at the sink.]
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
MR. WINEBURG: Rachel!
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
MR. WINEBURG: Stay well.
ROSS: Ok. Here's his diaper bag, and his uh, Mr. Winky, and uh...oh, him. Hi!
MR. GREENE: Thank you. Is that one of my cigarettes?
Mr. Geller: I saw Richard.
Mr. Geller: Maybe.
MR. GELLER: Oh, Judy. Oh, Judy.
ROSS: Yes. [pulls them off and hands them to Mr. Greene] I was just warming up the earpieces for you.
Mike: (puts on a fake smile) Where else would lame Mr. No Balls hide it? (he takes the ring from the cake, and cleans it with a napkin)
Mr. Geller: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
Chandler: Mr. D, hows it going, sir?
Mr. Geller: Look, there are people like Ross who need to shoot for the stars, with his museum, and his papers getting published. Other people are satisfied with staying where they are- I'm telling you, these are the people who never get cancer.
Mr. Geller: You don't wanna know.
Mr. Geller: No.
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
Mr. Geller: So you don't wanna go to Williamsburg?
Mr. Heckles: Well, Im going to go into my new apartment now. (goes over to the door and opens it) Ehh! (Eric leaves)
Student: Hey, Mr. Trib.
Mr. Geller: She may have died.
MR. GREENE: Are you wearing my glasses?
(In the apartment below, Mr.Heckles is trying to relax and read his newspaper, but Rachel is helplessly dangling upside-down with her ankle wrapped up in the Christmas lights.)
Mr. Tribbiani: Joe, your dad's in love big time. And the worst part of it is, it's with two different women.
Mr. Heckles: I could play the oboe!
MR. DOUGLAS: Have the final numbers on my desk by Tuesday.
CHANDLER: Yeah, jus' second. Good-bye Mr. Heckles. We'll try to keep it down.
Mr. Geller: Kids, I spoke to a doctor and picked up this pamphlets on how to get pregnant. (He slides them under the door.)
Mr. Heckles: Im Chandlers new roommate.
Rachel: Oh thank you so much Mr. Kaplan, thank you so much.
Rachel: (jumping up from reading her magazine) Yeah, right away Mr. Kaplan.
Monica: Mr. Bigot. He tells the most racist jokes.
Mr. Geller: Your mother just added him to her list.
Mr. Geller: Oh my God! This is so exciting! Well, get back in there! (Points to the closet) Ill guard the door!