| TO The Morning After |
| Rachel: Hi, I'd like to order a large pizza. Ross: No anchovies. Rachel: With extra anchovies. Ross: That's okay, I'll just pick them off. Rachel: Yeah, and can you just chop some up and put it right there in the sauce? "Where were you trying to put it, in her purse?"-Rachel Phoebe: Hey why are you mopping your ceiling? Monica: Oh, there's banana on it. Phoebe:Wow. I have the spirit of an old Indian woman living in mine. Monica: So then you know. "Oh, I knew something had to be wrong, because my fingernails did not grow at all yesterday"-Phoebe Phoebe: Should we do something? Chandler: Yeah. Never cheat on Rachel. Rachel: And to have to hear about it from Gunther! Ross: Come on! Like I wanted him to tell you? I ran all over place trying to make sure that didn't happen! Rachel: Oh, that is so sweet. I think I'm falling in love with you again. Phoebe: We could eat the wax! It's organic. Chandler: Oh great, food with hair on it. Phoebe: No! Not the used wax. Chandler: Because that would be crazy? ?Monica: Okay, all right don't judge me too much. Okay? Um, but I saw this info-mercial and um I swear to you I have never-ever bought anything on TV before, except for this mop. But there was this stuff on leg waxing, it just, it looked so amazing... Phoebe: Waxine! Oh, it's incredible! I so want to be a Waxine girl. Monica: I know!! Phoebe: Do you think it really doesn't hurt? 'Cause how can they do that? Monica: Hello? Organic substances recently discovered in the depths of the rain forest! Phoebe: They have the best stuff in there. Phoebe:Grasp one of the linen strips by it's 'easy grab tab' and pull it off in one quick pain free motion. Monica: Okay. Owww! Ow-oh-oh! Phoebe: Was it not pain-free? Monica: No. It was painful. Oh my God, they should call it Pain-zine, now with a little wax. Phoebe: Huh, well, the girls in the satin nighties on the commercial don't seem to think it's that bad. Monica:That's because their nerves are probably deadened from being so stupid. But hey, y'know if you don't believe me, please, be my guest. |