Monica: Michelle, I only beeped in so I can hear my own message. I mean that's allowed. Yeah-huh!
I mean look, uh, you know what I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't tell your dad about.
What do you mean, you don't feel comfortable with this? Come on, we're friends! ! That bitch always hated me. I'm calling her back.
Ross: No, no, no, no. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Ok, fine.
Chandler:She’s got a phone in there, right?
Pheobe: Ok. Ok, we're on it. We're on it.
Ross: Um. Em, em, I know it says black tie optional, but, this, this may be pushing it a little, um.
Rachel: I'm not gonna gooo.
Ross: You're not gonna go.
Rachel: No, I think I'm gonna catch up on my correspondence.
Ross: How, how, um how can you not be going?
Rachel: I'm not gonna gooo, so I think that will accomplish the not going.
Ross: Um, you know, just out of curiosity...
Rachel: Well, ever since I was humiliated and yelled at in front of my friends, I'm just, I don't know, not in a very museum benefitty kind of mood.
Ross: Right. Right, ok, ok. God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled.
Rachel: It's fine. No, but, you-you're mad.
Rachel: I'm not mad. No. I'm just not going. You're not going.
Rachel: Right. Ok. You know that I-I have to go. Um, hum.
Ross: Right. So is it gonna be like 'I'm abandoning you while you're upset?' No.
Ross: No, because you're not upset. Right. About the yelling. Right, and humiliating.
Ross: Oh, well of course, the humiliating. So, so we, we're ok. Um, hum.
Ross: We're good. Right. Ok. Honey?
Rachel: Yes, Ross. I love you.
Phoebe: Get away from that! No! She's just getting dressed.
Chandler: Is it wrong that I was totally aroused by that?
Joey: Ok, buddy boy. Here it is. You hide my clothes, I'm wearing everything you own.
Chandler: Oh my God! That is so not the opposite of taking somebody's underwear! !
Joey: Look at me! I'm Chandler! Could I BE wearing any more clothes? Maybe if I wasn't going commando... Chandler: Oooo-ooh!
Joey: Yeah. Whew, I tell ya, it's hot with all of this stuff on. I ah, I better not do any, I don't know, lunges.
Ross: Ok, ok. Enough, enough with the lunging. No! I'm sick of this. Ok? I've had it up to here with you two! Neither of you can come to the party!
Chandler: Jeez, what a baby.
Joey: Yeah, Ross, way to ruin it. I was just gonna go get dressed.
Ross: You know what I don't care. The only person I cared about getting dressed, is the one person that says she's not even gonna go.
Look Rach, I'm sorry. Ok? Look, I-I wa, I was a jerk. I'm sorry I yelled.
I want you there, I need you there. Look, what, what can I do to show you how-how much, how much I want you to be there.
Joey: You can drink the fat.
Ross: Hi, welcome to an adult conversation.
Rachel: No, no, no, now wait, wa, wa, waa-it a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
That actually, uh, that sounds interesting. What?
Rachel: I think you should drink the fat. Yaaaay!
Ross: Ok, ok. If that is what it takes to show you how much you mean to me, and how much I want you there. Then that's what I'll do.
Phoebe: Oh, wait, let me get you another glass that's been sitting out.
Ross: I think this will be fine. Ok, vanilla milkshake, just a vanilla milkshake, with chicken bits floating in it. Cheers.
Rachel: No, no, no, wait! Ok, ok. Don't! I'll go, I'll go!
Ross: You will? !
Rachel: You were really gonna do that, weren't you?
Ross: Well, yeah.
Rachel: You were gonna drink the fat.
Joey: Let's see what else he'll do!
Ross: How about instead you, go get changed! You, give him back his underwear!
I'm gonna go get a cab, and I want everyone down stairs in two minutes! Monica!
Chandler: Stop it. Stop it!
Phoebe: Ross went to get a cab so we can all...No, wh-what are you doing! No, Monica, no!
Richard: Hi, this is Richard.
Machine: You have three new messages.
Monica: Not any more!
Machine: Message erased. To record a message begin speaking at the tone.
Monica: Hi, uh, Richard, it's Monica, um, listen, I-I did something kind of crazy tonight, um, maybe I'm getting my period or something, I don't know.
Um, anyway, I, I, I beeped into your machine and I heard this message that, that freaked me out, and um, you know what, uh, Michelle will tell you the rest. I, I, um, I'm sorry, ok, and I, I hope that we can just forget the whole thing. Ok, bye.
Machine: Your outgoing message has now been changed.
Monica: Outgoing! Did that say outgoing? ! Not outgoing! !!
Hi, Richard, it's Monica. Listen, I did something kind of crazy tonight.
um, maybe I'm getting my period or something, I don't know." Nooo! !
Phoebe: How did you do that? I don't know! Goodbye. Noooo!
Ross: Ok, ok, ok, I've got two cabs and no people. Go! Go! Go!
Monica: Maybe we could call the phone company. Maybe they could change the message. Maybe they can change his number.
Phoebe: Yeah, after this, I think he'll be doing that himself.
Ross: Rachel! Wow! You, uh, you look, wow!
Rachel: And I still have about five seconds to spare. Ok, that was about seven seconds.
Ross: So we're a little late.
Rachel: Come on. Oh! And, uh, by the way...
Ross: What? I'm going commando, too. Awwww! !!
Sherman Whitfield: Dr. Geller, Sherman Whitfield, London Institute. Wow! What a pleasure.
Whitfield: Well, I have to tell you, I was quite impressed with your paper on Pre-Cretaceous fossils. Yes, it confirmed everything I've written.
Chandler: Excuse me. Hi.
Chandler: Well, you're kinda sitting in my seat.
Whitfield: What do you mean, your seat?
Chandler: I mean, I mean I was sitting there.
Whitfield: But you got up!
Chandler: But I never left the room!
Whitfield: But you left the chair area.
Chandler: All right, that's it, give me your underwear.