Joey: Hey. What, what're you doing here?
Phoebe: Well, I I thought a lot about what you said, and um, I realized, all right maybe I was a little judgmental. Yeah, oh, but oh...
Joey: Not now, Phoebe, remember, hey, they're just fulfilling their Christmas...
Phoebe: Destiny. Sure. Yes.
宿命。 没错。 好吧。
Phoebe: Ok. Yikes! That one doesn't look very fulfilled.
Joey: Oh, that's, that's ah, one of the old ones, he's just taking it to the back.
Phoebe: You keep the old ones in the back, that is so ageist.
Joey: Well we have to make room for the fresh ones.
Phoebe: So, what happens to the old guys?
Joey: Well, they go into the chipper.
Phoebe: Why do I have a feeling that's not as happy as it sounds? No! Nooooo! Hey! Hey!
Ross: And these come in the shapes of your favorite Christmas characters, Santa, Rudolph, and Baby Jesus.
Joey: All right, I'll take a box of the cream filled Jesuses.
Ross: Wait a minute, one box! Come on, I'm trying to send a little girl to space camp, I'm putting you down for five boxes. Chandler, what about you?
Chandler: Ahh, all right, do you have any coconut flavored deities?
Ross: No, but ah, there's coconut in the Hanukkah Menoreoes. I tell you what, I'll put you down for eight boxes, one for each night.
Monica: All right, I'll take one box of the mint treasures, one, and that's it.
I I started gaining weight after I joined the Brown Birds. Remember, Dad bought every one of my boxes and I ate them all?
Ross: Ah, no Mon, uh, Dad had to buy every one of your boxes because you ate them all.
But, you know I'm sure that's not gonna happen this time, why don't I just put you down for three of the mint treasures and just a couple of the Rudolph's.
Ross: Oh, come on, now you know you want 'em.
Monica: Don't, don't, don't, don't do this.
Ross: I'll tell you what Mon, I'll give you the first box for free.
Monica: Oh God! I gotta go!
Ross: Come on! All the cool kids are eating 'em!
Gunther: And when you have a second later, I wanna show you why we don't just trap spiders under coffee mugs and leave them there.
Rachel: I'm training to be better at a job that I hate, my life officially sucks.
Joey: But Rach, wasn't this supposed to a temporary thing? I thought you wanted to do fashion stuff?
Rachel: Well, yeah! I'm still pursuing that.
Chandler: How...exactly are you pursuing that? You know other than sending out resumes, like, what? Two years ago?
Rachel: Well, I'm also sending out...good thoughts.
Joey: If you ask me, as long as you got this job, you got nothing pushing you to get another one. You need the fear.
Rachel: The fear?
Chandler: He's right, if you quit this job, you then have motivation to go after a job you really want.
Rachel: Well then how come you're still at a job that you hate, I mean why don't you quit and get 'the fear'?
Chandler: Because, I'm too afraid.
Rachel: I don't know, I mean I would give anything to work for a designer, you know, or a buyer...Oh, I just don't want to be 30 and still work here.
Chandler: Yeah, that'd be much worse than being 28, and still working here.
Gunther: Remind me to review with you which pot is decaf and which is regular.
Rachel: Can't I just look at the handles on them?
Gunther: You would think.
Rachel: Ok, fine. Gunther, you know what, I am a terrible waitress, do you know why I'm a terrible waitress?
Because, I don't care. I don't care. I don't care which pot is regular and which pot is decaf, I don't care where the tray spot is, I just don't care, this is not what I wanna do.
So I don't think I should do it anymore. I'm gonna give you my weeks notice.
Gunther: What? !
Rachel: Gunther, I quit.
Chandler: Does this mean we're gonna have to start paying for coffee?
Ross:...and 12,22,18, four...What?
Chandler: I spelled out boobies.
Monica: Ross, put me down for another box of the mint treasures, ok? Where, where are the mint treasures?
Ross: Ah, we're out. I sold them all.
Ross: Monica, I'm cutting you off.
Monica: No. No, just just a couple more boxes. It it it's no big deal, all right, I'm I'm cool. You gotta help me out with a couple more boxes!
Ross: Mon, look at yourself. You have cookie on your neck.
Monica: Oh God!
Chandler: So, how many you've sold so far? Uh, check this out. Five hundred and seventeen boxes!
Chandler: Oh my God, how did you do that?
Ross: Okay, the other night I was leaving the museum just as 'Laser Floyd' was letting out of the planetarium, without even trying I sold 50 boxes!
That's when it occurred to me, the key to my success, 'the munchies.' So I ah, started hitting the NYU dorms around midnight. I am selling cookies by the case. They call me: 'Cookie Dude!'
Rachel: Okay, stop what you're doing, I need envelope stuffers, I need stamp lickers...
Ross: Oh hey, who did these resumes for ya?
Chandler: Me! On my computer.
Ross: Well you sure used a large font.
Chandler: Eh, yeah, well ah, waitress at a coffee house and cheer squad co-captain only took up so much room.
Rachel: Hey hey hey that's funny! You're funny Chandler! You're a funny guy! You know what else is really funny? !
Chandler: Something else I might've said?
Rachel: I don't know, I don't know, weren't you the guy that told me to quit my job when I had absolutely nothing else to do? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! !
Ross: Sweetie, calm down, it's gonna be ok.
Rachel: No, it's not gonna be ok Ross, tomorrow is my last day, and I don't have a lead.
Ok, you know what, I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna call Gunther and I'm gonna tell him, I'm not quitting.
Chandler: You you you don't wanna give in to the fear.
Rachel: You and your stupid fear. I hate your fear. I would like to take you and your fear...
Joey: Hey! I got great news!
Chandler: Run, Joey! Run for your life!
Joey: What? Rach, hey listen, have you ever heard of Fortunata Fashions? No.
Joey: Well my old man is doing a plumbing job down there and he heard they have an opening. So, you want me to see if I can get you an interview?
Rachel: Oh my God! Yes, I would love that, oh, that is soo sweet, Joey.
Joey: Not a problem. And now for the great news.
Ross: What, that wasn't the great news?
Joey: Only if you think it's better than this snow in a can! ! I got it at work. Mon, you want me to decorate the window, give it a kind of Christmas lookie?
Monica: Christmas cookie?