Friends s06e08 Episode Script

Hi, my name's Chandler.
I just moved in next door.
Would you like to battle me in a post-apocalyptic world.
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for control of the galaxy's last remaining energy source? Sure, neighbor! Come on in! Is Janine around? She's at dance class.
Can I check my room? Don't go through her stuff.
She gets really mad.
Oh, my God! It's like a guy never lived in here.
You gotta be careful.
This girl thing is dangerous.
It's spreading.
It is? Is this your pretty pink pillow on the couch? Is that your tiny little box that's too small to put anything in? Okay, this is not good.
You are a guy, okay? This is a "guy's" place.
Soon, you'll be soaking your fingers in stuff.
-You're right.
I'll talk to her.
-Talk to her.
Be a man! -I'm a man.
-Defend yourself! We have to hem the new dust ruffle.
Be right there, sweetums.
Totally different situation.
The One With Ross' Teeth Gelula/SDI Hey, guys.
-How was breakfast with Hillary? -Okay.
She's still depressed because she broke up with her boyfriend.
Is this Hillary, your hot assistant chef, Hillary? The one that stares at me when I come in? The one who looked at you once because you got in her way.
Still, I could tell.
She was into me.
Why don't you set us up? Are you setting Ross up with someone? Does she have a wedding dress? Rachel? I'm making up flyers to try to get new massage clients.
Can I come to Bloomingdale's and use the copier? Sure, but they might think it's weird since I don't work there anymore.
Oh, my God! What happened? I got a job at Ralph Lauren.
Well, that's great! Congratulations! A year ago.
You've lasted all year! Good for you.
You could still use the copier where I actually work.
But come by at lunch so my boss doesn't see you.
Kim will freak out.
She doesn't like me.
-I don't think my boss likes me.
-I don't think mine likes me.
Maybe it's a universal thing.
Maybe because you're all hanging around here at 1 1 :30 on a Wednesday.
Let's head off to work.
-Thank you.
-Sure.
You will not believe this.
I was making copies, and Ralph Lauren came in.
Oh, my God.
Did you talk to him? A little.
He seems really nice.
-Good kisser.
-What? What? -You kissed him? -Totally.
Phoebe, are you serious? He came in and introduced himself.
The next thing I know, we're making out! Phoebe, you do know he's married? Phoebe.
I'm supposed to ask every guy I make out with if he's married? No, yeah, I should.
Hey, Joey.
Can I talk to you for a second? There's a kid in this picture.
Do you know this kid? ls it a relative? No.
I just thought it was cute.
That's what I was afraid of.
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I really want you to feel at home here, but.
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some of this new stuff, it's too girlie.
Like what? Like this.
Pictures of cute babies we don't know.
We can't have that.
Joey, it's Anne Geddes.
She's a famous artist.
I don't know this baby.
I don't know if she's a famous artist or not.
I don't want to be a jerk, but you're changing too much around here.
I'm sorry.
I wanted to make the place a little nicer.
But it's too much stuff.
You know, you got the candles and the "foofy schmoofer" thing here.
Over here, you got a picture of a watering can.
I just thought-- I'm sure it's a famous watering can.
But come on.
And what is with the really hot stick in the bathroom? It's a curling iron.
Well, that's okay then.
Okay, my towels, for instance.
I come into the bathroom.
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and my towel is not on the floor, where I keep it.
It's up here on some hook.
And it smells different.
It's clean.
It feels different.
It's dry.
All right, I can make my peace with the clean, dry towels.
Also what is with these chips you bought? It's potpourri.
You're supposed to smell it.
Well, that's like summer in a bowl.
Kim, hi.
I handed in that marketing report, and I never got to hear what you thought.
I didn't read it.
The spring line's really gonna be great this year, huh? I hear Ralph Lauren fooled around with someone in the copy room.
Tell me everything.
Hey, guys.
What's up? You know.
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Oh, my God.
What happened to your teeth? I whitened them.
Really? What do you think? I think I shouldn't look directly at them.
Come on, seriously.
-They're really, really, really white.
-What was wrong with your old.
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human teeth? I did leave the gel on a little longer than it said to.
-How much longer? -A day.
Tonight is your date with Hillary.
I know.
That's why I did it.
Are they really that bad? You'll be fine.
Hillary's blind, right? She will be after tonight.
Oh, Rach.
Do you notice anything--? Your teeth? Yes, I saw them from outside.
You guys are never gonna believe this.
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but Phoebe made out with Ralph Lauren.
-What? -Oh, my God! She ran into him at my office, and they just made out.
The craziest thing is, now my boss likes me because.
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it's the best gossip she's heard all year.
I am proud of all my friends today.
I can't believe Phoebe made out with Ralph Lauren.
I'm so jealous! Hi, I'm Chandler, your live-in boyfriend.
Chandler, please.
Come on.
Look at him.
Well, I am no woman, but that is one tasty dish.
Here.
Who's the silver fox? That is your make-out buddy.
Don't you recognize him? Oh, wait.
"Phoebe, I love you.
Kiss me, please.
" That's not Ralph Lauren.
It sounds like him, though.
What? Ralph doesn't look like that guy.
He's young, and he's got long hair and a beard and a Hacky Sack-- Oh, my God.
That's not Ralph Lauren.
That's Kenny the copy guy! What? I told my boss that someone made out with Ralph Lauren.
If she finds out that I lied to her, she'll hate me even more.
Phoebe! Why would the copy guy say he's Ralph Lauren? To get you to make out with him! This will make them look less white.
Nope.
Colors that don't work are.
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blue, yellow, green, red, black, white, orange and purple.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
The date starts in an hour.
Maybe if your skin was lighter, your teeth wouldn't look so bright.
Oh, great! So all I need to do is get some new skin.
Thank you.
If we put just a little bit of makeup on you-- Whoa! We're not 1 3 anymore.
This is the only thing left that has a shot at working.
Won't she notice I have makeup on? Half the guys out there have makeup on.
What? Half the people-- I mean-- Just try it and see.
I am not putting on makeup.
Hello? Ross, could you put up some of these flyers for me? No! Demon! Demon! Our drawers will smell nice, and we didn't waste these pantyhose.
God forbid we throw out old underwear.
You know what? I'm gonna go over to Joey's.
We've got to organize the wrapping paper.
I've really gotten in touch with my feminine side enough today.
In fact, we're two sachets away from becoming a lesbian couple.
This has been a girlie day.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
I just feel like I need to be in a "guy" place.
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do kind of a "man" thing.
You go over to Joey's and.
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drink some beer and hammer up some dry wall.
When guys hang out, they don't just drink beer and hammer up dry wall.
When girls hang out, we don't have pillow fights in our underwear.
I'm sorry.
We do.
I don't know why I said that.
Hey, Chandler.
Come on in.
We're knitting potholders.
No, thanks, Josephine.
Ross, I was wondering if-- Oh, my God! Where are all the men? -Hi, Kim.
-Hi, Rachel.
Remember what happened yesterday? Well, it didn't happen.
You didn't cancel the fabric order? Okay, two things didn't happen.
Remember I told you someone made out with Ralph Lauren? Well, it turns out that's not true.
It's not true? That's interesting.
Because I checked.
Only one keycard was used to access the copier.
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yesterday during lunch, and that keycard belonged to you.
You think I made out with him? Listen to me.
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sleeping with Ralph is not gonna get you my job.
I don't want your job.
I don't.
This is a mistake.
I didn't make out with him.
Nobody made out with him.
I didn't use my keycard yesterday.
I don't even know how to use my keycard.
-Hi, Ralph.
-Hi, Kim.
Yeah.
Nothing happened.
You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife.
After that, what could I do except become a chef? Soon, I hope to open my own restaurant.
You're a really great listener.
Most guys I go out with, they talk and talk.
It's like, "Shut your mouth.
" You know? I've been talking too much.
Why don't we talk about you? Come on, I want to know.
Okay.
I'm from Long lsland.
I came to the city for college.
I have a 5-year-old son, and in my spare time.
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I like to read spy novels.
But let's talk more about you.
If you sear the stems of the flowers first in a frying pan.
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your arrangement will look fresh much longer.
Joey, that is such a great tip! Monica, I need to talk to the girl with the flowers.
Okay, but I'm gonna teach you how to make a bird feeder.
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out of a pine cone and some peanut butter.
I love birds.
What is the matter with you? -What? -You're arranging flowers! You got dead flowers! You've got a picture of a baby dressed like flowers! This is not Joey! Look, I am still Joey, okay? Flowers, they're just nice to look at.
And that happens to be a picture by a famous artist of a famous baby.
You're turning into a woman.
No, I'm not.
Why would you say that? That's just mean.
Now I've upset you? What did I say? It's not what you said.
It's the way you said it.
Oh, my God! I'm a woman! So now she thinks that I made out with him to get her job.
-Why didn't you just tell the truth? -I did.
She doesn't think anyone would confuse Kenny the copy guy with Ralph Lauren.
What if Kenny were the real brains behind the whole company? What if Kenny hired that Ralph guy to be the pretty front man, huh? Did she ever think of that? You were with Kenny today.
Just for a second.
Phoebe, what am I gonna do? The only thing you can do.
Sleep with him.
I'm not gonna sleep with him.
I mean, I could, but I wouldn't.
Sleep with Kenny.
-That wouldn't help me.
-Oh, yes, it would.
I've had a really good time tonight.
I rarely connect with someone this much on the first date.
Me neither.
I've had a really good time too, you know.
Are you gonna eat that bread? I just like the smell.
You make me laugh.
Would you like to move to the couch? Maybe I'll just turn down the lights a little? How about all the way? Okay.
Wow, cool poster.
Or should I say, "groovy poster"? So.
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where were we? Are those your teeth? You can see them, huh? Yes.
They're insanely white.
I did that for you.
What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me? You've got a black light.
It's 1 999! Oh, good.
Kim, hi.
Hi, Rachel.
I wanted to ask you, have you seen the new Ralph Lauren sheets? What am I thinking? Of course you have.
Okay, look.
I'm sorry that I lied to you before.
You were right.
Ralph and I were an item, but we're not anymore.
Oh, really? Yeah, he dumped me.
He said, "Rachel, I can't do this.
Even though you're a very, very.
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very beautiful woman.
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I can't do this.
I'm married and I'm sorry.
" But he said, "And you will never get promoted.
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especially not above Kim, who is an integral cog.
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in the Ralph Lauren machine.
" You expect me to believe-- -Hi, Ralph.
-Hi, Kim.
Oh, my God.
He gave you the coldest look I've ever seen.
It's like he hates you! Then it is true! Of course it's true.
And it hurts so bad.
Oh, honey, come here.
Oh, it'll be okay.
We've all been there.
You and Ralph? Kenny the copy boy.
-I need to talk to you.
-What's the matter? You upset? We gotta get rid of all this girlie stuff in here.
I gotta be a man! The living room has to remain a guy place, okay? That's the way it has to be.
I'll just put it all in my room.
Good.
Great.
Thanks for being so understanding.
I didn't want to make a big deal out of this.
But you could put the picture of the famous baby in my room.
I mean, if you want to.
Okay.
And maybe the watering can there.
Sure.
And a couple of these little tiny boxes.
Joey, do you want me to put it all in your room? Okay.