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What?
We’re at my stop. But would you like to have coffee?
Are we really in Montreal?!
Yes we are. So, coffee?
Coffee sounds great. Wait, so, so you live in Montreal?
Oh, no. But it’s just a two hour ferry ride to Nova Scotia.
Okay, here’s batch 22.
Oh, maybe these’ll taste a little like your grandmother’s.
This has a little bit of orange peel, but no nutmeg.
Let’s give it a shot.
Oh, what was that for? Like a bake sale?
No, just a Friday night.
Would she?
Would she? You ate my candy bar!
Oh God, I hate my job, I hate it, I hate my job, I hate it.
I know honey, I’m sorry.
Oh, I wanna quit, but then I think I should stick it out, then I think why would such a person stay in such a demeaning job, just because it’s remotely related to the field they’re interested in.
Gee, I don’t know Rach. Order up!! I got a Yentel soup, a James Beans, and a Howdy hold the Dowdy!
Oh honey, come on, I’m sorry, I didn’t....
I don’t mind paying my dues, y'know, its just how much am I gonna learn about fashion by walking Mira, the arthritic seamstress, to the bathroom.
Hi! Is my misery amusing to you?
I’m sorry, I wa, I wa, I was just ah....
It’s not funny, this is actually my job.
Oh believe me, I-I-I’ve been there. I had to sort mannequin heads at that Mannequins Plus.
Oh well then, so I’m just going to go back to talking to my friend here.
And you can go back to enjoying your little hamburger.
Ah, just one other thing.
Yes?!
I ah, I work at
Do you want my pickle?
Do you think they have yesterday's daily news?
Why?
Just wanna check my horoscope, see if it was right.
Oh my God.
Phoebe.
Don't look now, but behind us is a guy who has the potential to break our hearts and plunge us into a pit of depression.
Where? Ooh, come to Momma.
He's coming. Be cool, be cool, be cool.
We should do something. Whistle.
We are not going to whistle.
Come on, do it.
No!
Do it!
No!
Do it do it do it!
Woo-woo!
I can't believe you did that!
Hi! Umm, I’m Monica Geller, I’m the chef at Alessandro’s.
Still?
I think the things that you said about me are really unfair, and I would like for you to give my bouillabaisse another chance.
I don’t see any reason why I would do that to myself again.
Either eat it, or be in it.
Spoon? So, what do you think?
I’m torn, between my integrity and my desire to avoid a beating. But I must be honest, your soap is abysmal.
Thata girl! Huh? We should get out of here.. there’s a new class comin’ in.
Welcome to introduction to cooking. Now, before we start, can anyone tell me the difference between a hollandaise sauce and a bearnaise sauce?
I can.
Okay, go ahead.
Well umm, they both have a egg yolk and butter base, but a bearnaise has shallots, shirvel, and most importantly tarragon.
That’s very good, what’s your name?
Monica.
Monica, you go to the head of the class.
Okay.
And there's a country called Argentinaaaa, it's a place I've never seeeeen.
But I'm told for fifty pesos you can buy a human spleen.
Human spleeeen.
Olé!
What are you doing here!
Well, you said that you had customers lined up in the street, so I am here to entertain!
Great!
Yeah!
It really has been great too, you know, some of this people must have seen me play before because they were requesting a bunch of my songs!
Yeah, "You suck" and "shut up and go home".
Listen Phoebe...
Yeah.
You know how much I love listening to your music, you know, but...
But what?
This is kind of a classy place.
Ok, say no more.
I'm so bored! Stupid rain, we... we can't do anything.
Well, I've brought some books. We could read.
Hey, it hasn't come to that yet.
Hey hey hey! Don't mind if I do!
I'm sorry sir, these are for the pharmaceutical convention
Hey Rach, do you feel like going to a convention?
We can't. We're not pharmacists!
I know we're not, but Frank Medeio and... Eva Trorro... womba...
Kate Miller?
Kate Miller it is.
And... that's the most sex I'm gonna have this weekend.
In that case should I make sure it's on real good?
Thank you.
Oh my God!
We heard about your pants, I'm so sorry.
This year was supposed to be great!
But, it's only the second day and I'm a loser with stupid leather pants that don't even fit!
No. No, you're not a loser.
Look at me!
Hey, hey, look. Look Ross, Ben drew a picture of you! Huh? You're-you're a cowboy!
Oh, be-because of the leather pants.