Rachel: Hi, welcome to our tropical Christmas party. You can put your coats and sweaters and pants and shirts in the bedroom.
Ross: It's hard to tell because I'm sweating, but I use exactly what the gel bottle says, an amount about the size of a pea. How, how can that be too much?
Monica: Ice, ice, ice squares anyone? Take a napkin. Alright.
Ross: Monica, Monica, your guest are turning into jerky, OK?
Monica: Really? I'm perfectly comfortable. Hey, hey, hey, get in line buddy, I was next.
Rachel: Mr. Treeger.
Mr. Treeger: Uhh, you said there was a party.
Rachel: Oh, yeah, well hey, welcome to our sauna.
Mr. Treeger: Ahh, is it hot? My body always stays cool, probably 'cause I have so much skin. Hey, cheese!
Ross: Alright, alright, here's the chance. Monica give him cash, Rachel, give him your earrings. Something, now, anything.
Monica: No, I will not cave.
Rachel: Yeah, I'm with Mon.
Ross: Alright, alright, you know how you say I never seize the day? Well, alright, even though he's your super, I'm seizing. Mr. Treeger, huh, here is 50 bucks, merry Christmas.
Mr. Treeger: Oh wow, I didn't get you anything. Here's five back.
Ross: No no, no, that, that's your Christmas tip, alright. Oh, hey, do you think there's a chance you could fix that radiator now?
Mr. Treeger: No can do, like I told the girl, I can't get a new knob until Tuesday.
Monica: Looks like he's playing baseball.
Ross: You mean hardball?
Rachel: What'cha gonna do?
Ross: Excuse me, I'm seizing. Mr. Treeger, here's another 50, happy Hanukkah. Will uh, will this help with the knob getting?
Mr. Treeger: No, the place is not open till Tuesday. Am I not saying it right?
Monica: So, wait, you really did like my cookies?
Mr. Treeger: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
Rachel: Nice seizing...gel boy.
Mr. Treeger: So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
Rachel: Huh-huh, no act--no, uhh, that, that is basil.
Mr. Treeger: Ahh, if it was mistletoe, I was gonna kiss ya.
Rachel: Huh-hoo, yeah, no, it's still basil.
Joey: How far'd you get?
Chandler: All right, we're getting closer. -Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Joey: Pheebs, what's going on?
Phoebe: No, it's just like, ya know, it's a whole mess of stuff, you know.
Phoebe:'Cause, like yesterday, you know, my dad was this, like, famous Burma tree surgeon guy and, you know, now he's a, a pharmacist guy and...
Joey: Well, maybe he's, maybe he's this really cool pharmacist guy.
Phoebe: Yeah, maybe, yeah. You know, and, and I'll knock on the door and, and he'll hug me and I'll have a dad.
Phoebe: You know and I'll, I'll go to his pharmacy and everyone will be really nice to me 'cause, you know, I'm Franks daughter.
Chandler: Well, so why not go knock?
Phoebe: Well, 'cause, I mean, what if, what if he's not this great dad guy? I mean, what if, what if he's just still the dirtbag who ran out on my mom and us?
Chandler and Joey: Yeah. Um.
Phoebe: You know what? I've already lost a fake dad this week and I don't think I'm ready to lose a real one.
Joey: Pheebs, that's OK. You took a big step today.
Chandler: Yeah. And someday when you're ready, you'll make it past the hedges.
Joey: Yeah, and when you do, he'll be lucky to have you.
Phoebe: You guys. I'm sorry about your shopping.
Chandler: Oh, that's OK, we'll figure something out.
Joey: Uh, listen Pheebs, I know you're not going in there but do you think it'd be alright if I went in and used his bathroom? Oh, that's fine, never mind. Cool, snow, kinda like a blank canvas.
Chandler: Ho, ho, ho, holy crap is it hot in here!
Joey: Really, hey, you mind if I turn the heat down?
Monica: Hey, we could've used that kind of thinking earlier.
Ross: Hey, Pheebs, how'd it go.
Phoebe: Oh, I couldn't go in.
Monica: Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
Ross: Are you okay?
Phoebe: Yeah, yeah, no it's OK, 'cause, I mean, I know he's there, so, that's enough for now.
Chandler: Hey, guys, it's after midnight, merry Christmas everyone.
All: Oh, right! Merry Christmas!
Joey: Hey, Monica, the knob was broken so I just turned it off from underneath, I hope that's all right.
Joey: Rach, these are for you.
Rachel: Wiper blades. I don't even have a car.
Joey: No, but with this new car smell, you'll think you do.
Chandler: OK, Pheebs, your turn.
Phoebe: Ahh, toilet seat covers! Is that what you were doing while I was getting gas?
Phoebe: You guuuyys.
Joey: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet-tooth.
Ross: You got me a cola drink?
Chandler: And, a lemon lime.
Ross: Well this, this is too much, I feel like I should get you another sweater.
Chandler: And last but not least.
Joey: They're ribbed for your pleasure.