| TOW Chandler Takes A Bath |
| Rachel: If it's a girl, Rain. Ross: Veto. Rachel: Why? Ross: Rain? "Hi, my name is Rain. I have my own kiln and my dress is made out of wheat." Phoebe: I know her! I bought a homemade soap from her at a Dead show! Ross: I like Ruth. How about Ruth? Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry, are we having an 89-year-old? How about Dayton? Ross: Veto. Stewart? Rachel: Veto. Sawyer? Ross: Veto. Helen? Rachel: Veto. Phoebe: Is it me, or is "Veto" starting to sound really good? Rachel: We're having a girl! Sometimes I can't believe it's with you but, still...we're having a girl! Ross: I know, I know. You know what? I'm putting Ruth back on the table. Rachel: Oh, yes, we'll have ourselves a little baby Ruth. Ross: Permission to veto? Rachel: Yes, please. "I'm gonna need a bigger boat"-Chandler Monica: Please, could you just try it for me? Come on, I used all of my best stuff! I-I-I lit some candles. I put on some music. I used bath salts, plus bubble bath! And got you this plastic little Navy ship. So it's a boy bath! Chandler: Well, this does butch it up a bit. Ross: No, no, no, no! Don't tell me! I don't want to know! Rachel: But I couldn't even if I wanted to because I don't know! I swear; I didn't see anything and I don't want to know! It was just a momentary lapse. Ross: Momentary lapse? Don't-don't you have any self-control? Rachel: [holding stomach] Okay, a couple of months late on the lecture, Ross. Monica: It's nice to do this together, isn't it? Chandler: Yeah. And what you're doing feels so good. Monica: I'm not touching you. Chandler: You're not? Monica: It's the salt. Chandler: Oh, sweet lord, new realms of pleasure. Monica: Whatever keeps you off the balcony, big guy. [starts to read her magazine] |