| TOW The Hypnosis Tape |
| Ross: Nothing. It's just that hypnosis is beyong all crap. Rachel: Ross, I watched you get hypnotised in Atlantic City. Ross: Hey, that guy did not hypnotise me! Okay? Rachel: Oh right, 'cause you always pull your pants down at the count of three and play Wipe-Out on your butt cheeks. Phoebe: What, he's 18. Ross:Exactly, it'll be illegal for him to drink at his own bachelor party. Joey: Yeah, or, or to get a hooker. Chandler: Always illegal, Joe. Monica: You gotta help me out here! You gotta set me up. You gotta get me back in the game. Rachel: Well, that shouldn't be a problem. I mean, I work in fashion and all I meet are eligble straight men. "No, no. Oh, I'm fine with the age thing, ya know, until it starts sticking it's tongue down my little brother's throat"-Phoebe Rachel: I think you should definitely go out with this guy. Monica: Nah, he doesn't do anything for me. Rachel: Monica, last Saturday night, what happened on Walker: Texas Ranger? Monica: Well, umm, Walker was looking for this big bus load of kids...Alright, I get your point. Rachel: Hey, how are those tapes working out for you? Chandler: Ya know what? Pretty good! Rachel: Yeah? Chandler: Good! I haven't smoked yet today, I feel great, and, and, and confident...that is a stunning blouse. Monica: What the hell is this? Pete: Hang on a second. I'm sorry, what? Monica: Seriously, what is this suppose to mean? Pete: Well, y'know, I never know how much to tip. Monica: You're suppose to double the tax. Not double the tax of Romania. I mean, what's-what's the deal? Are you, are you trying to buy me? Is this the way you get girls to go out with you? Pete: You're taking this all wrong. Because, if I didn't leave you that tip, you wouldn't of come down here, we wouldn't be having this argument, and there wouldn't be this, ah, heat betwen us. Monica: What? Pete: Come on, you gotta admit that our relationship is ah, is hitting a new level now. 'Cause you used to be like the chef and I was the customer and now we're like this-this couple that fights. Monica: Okay, umm, you're a loon. Pete: Look, forget the check, okay? I like you. I think you're great. Come on, what do you say? One meal! That's all I'm asking for! Please? Monica: So where do you want to go? Pete: Hey, you like pizza? Monica: Oh, that sounds great. Pete: I know this great little place. Pete: You're, hey, you're not paying for the pizza! Monica: Oh come on, it's only fair, you paid for the flight! Now is that enough lire? Pete: Ahh, I'd throw another thousand on that. Monica: Why, how much is that? Pete: That's about 60 cents. |