| TO After The Superbowl -Part 2- |
| Rachel: Ok, okay, that is my favorite sweater. That is my third date sweater. Monica: Say you're sorry. Rachel: Okay, you wanna play? Ok, let's play, let's play. [she grabs a jar of tomato sauce and Monica's purse] Monica: What are you gonna do? Rachel: You give me back my sweater or it's handbag marinara "Hey, if we were in prison, you guys would be like, my bitches!"-Phoebe Chandler: Hey, stick a fork in me, I'm done! Phoebe: Stick a fork what? Chandler: Like when you're cooking a steak. Phoebe: Oh, okay...I don't eat meat. Chandler: Well then, how do you know when vegetables are done? Phoebe: Well you know, you just...you eat them and you can tell. Chandler: Okay then. Eat me, I'm done! Chandler: All right, one of you give me your underpants. Ross: Oh, no, no, no. Joey: Can't help you, I'm not wearing any. Chandler: How can you not be wearing any underwear? Joey: Oh, I'm gettin' heat from the guy in the hot pink thong Phoebe: You know, I think I want to write a song all about this. Rachel: Oh yeah? Phoebe: Yeah. Oh, except one of the strings on my guitar is broken. Hey Chandler, can I borrow your G-string? Chandler: How long have you been waiting to say that? Phoebe: About 20 minutes. Rachel: Wow, so why don't you go talk to him? Monica: Oh, yeah. Rachel: What, so you go over there, you tell him you think he's cute, what's the worst that could happen? Monica: He could hear me. Rachel: Ok, I'm doin' it for ya. Monica: Oh Rachel don't, don't you dare, don't, don't. Tell him I cook. |