[Season 10 Episode 3]
Written by: Brian Buckner
Produced by: Robert Carlock and Wendy Knoller
Transcribed by: Coffee Mug, Eleonora, Sebastiano & Vanessa
Further revisions and extended DVD content added (in blue) by Darcy Partridge.
Joey: Hey, Chandler, why do you think they call it foosball?
Chandler: You know what I like about you, Joe?
Joey: What?
Chandler: You're curious.
(Rachel enters)
Joey: Hey.
Rachel: Hi! Hey, I'll drop Emma off at my mom's if we're still on for tonight.
Joey: Oh, you bet. Yeah.
Rachel: Okay. (To Emma) Say bye!
Everyone: Bye.
Chandler: So, you and Rach tonight, huh?
Joey: Yeah. It's actually our first official date.
Chandler: Wow! So tonight may be the night! You nervous?
Joey: Nah. No, this is the part I'm actually good at.
Chandler: What must it be like not to be crippled by fear and self-loathing.
Joey: (pause) It's okay!
Chandler: How can you be so confident?
Joey: Well, I-- I know exactly what I'm gonna do!
Chandler: Really? Like you have a routine?
Joey: No, no, no, no, no. See. Each woman is different.You have to appreciate their uniqueness.
Chandler: Really?
Joey: No, I do six things. First, I look deep into her eyes. Then, I kiss her. Next, I take my hand and I softly graze her thigh.
Chandler: You mean like this? (he starts touching his thigh in a funny and awkard way)
Joey: No! Not like that, no no. No, like this. (He starts lightly grazing Chandler's thigh)
Chandler: Oh, I see what you mean, that's quite nice. (They look at each other. Joey gets embarrased.)
Joey: More foosball?
Chandler: And beer!!
OPENING CREDITS
Monica: (entering) Hey!
Ross and Chandler: Hey!
Monica: (to Chandler) Hey, sweetie! (they kiss)
Ross: (looking at Monica's legs) Wow!
Chandler: Hey! Stop staring at my wife's legs! No, no! Stop staring at your sister's legs!
Ross: I'm sorry, it's just-- How'd you get so tan?
Chandler: She went on one of those spray-on tan places.
Monica: That was supposed to be a secret!
Chandler: Did I say spray-on tan places? I meant surf contest. Which she won.
Ross: You-you got a spray-on tan?
Monica: Chandler gets pedicures!
Ross: (laughing) What? You do? Like with the-the toe separators?
Chandler: (To Monica) Why? Why?
Ross: Still, I can't believe that's sprayed on. I mean, it looks really good. I wonder if I should get one!
Chandler: Sure. And then you should get a mini skirt so you can really show it off.
Ross: So do you get colors or just French tips?
Monica: Here. Here's their card.
Ross: Thanks. (he takes the card) Hey, I know where this place is! It used to be an X-rated video... (pauses when he realizes what he is saying) florist. (he goes away)
(Phoebe enters)
Phoebe: Hey!
Chandler: Hi, Pheebs!
Monica: Hey, Phoebe.
Phoebe: Oh, you won't believe who moved back to town.
Monica: I know, Amanda! Ah! She called me too! She's the worst!
Chandler: Who's Amanda?
Monica: She's this girl who used to live in the building before you did. Then she moved to England and she picked up this fake British accent. On the machine this is her message. (she apes Amanda using an awful British accent) "Monica, darling! It's Amanda calling!"
Chandler: Are you trying to do a British accent?
Monica: (pause) (to Phoebe) Chandler gets pedicures!
Chandler: Just so I know, how many more of those can I expect?
Phoebe: Do you know what Amanda said to me when she got me on the phone? (apes Amanda in a british accent) "Oh, so sorry to catch you on your mobile!" If-if you don't want to get me on my mobile, don't call me on my mobile!
Monica: I know, and she's always bragging about all the famous people she's met.
Phoebe: Oh, I know! "Uh, I slept with Billy Joel". All right, who hasn't?
Monica: Oh, what are we gonna do! I don't wanna see her!!
Phoebe: Ugh, let's just cut her out
Monica: What?
Phoebe: Cut her out of our lives! Just ignore her calls and dodge her till she gets the point!
Monica: Well, I guess we could try that. But it seems so harsh! (to Chandler) Have you ever done that?
Chandler: No. Had it done to me though. Feels good!
Ross: Well, uh, I like how you look, what are you?
Assistant: Puerto Rican.
Ross: Two. I think a two.
Assistant: You're gonna face the red light. When the red light goes on the spraying is about to start, so close your eyes. When the spraying stops, count to five. Pat yourself down to avoid drip marks then turn around so we can get your back. Got it?
Ross: Spray, count, pat, and turn. Spray, count, and pat.
Assistant: Wow, you catch on quick.
Ross: Well, I have a Ph.D., so... (assistant walk out, not impressed by this statement)
(Ross takes his bathrobe off and he enters the tanning booth. He stands up in front of the red light and the sprayer starts and sprays his face and torso)
Ross: One Mississipi. Two Mississipi. Three-- (the sprayer starts again, spraying him in the face and torso again) Wait! Wait! I'm not-- I'm not finished counting! (he leaves the booth) (the assistant enters the room)
Ross: You sprayed my front twice!
Assistant: You never turned?
Ross: No, I barely even got to three Mississippi.
Assistant: Mississippi? I said count to five!
Ross: Mississippi-lessly? (pause) Well, how-how bad is it?
Assistant: Not that bad yet. But it keeps getting darker for the next four hours.
Ross: So how dark is it gonna get?
Assistant: You got sprayed with two twos and...
Ross: I'm a four?
Assistant: Yeah, but you're back's a zero. You're gonna wanna even that out.
Ross: (sarcastically) Really.
Assistant: You might wanna get back in there.
Ross: (annoyed) Okay!
(The assistant leaves and Ross goes back in the spray-on tan booth and turns his back to the spray nozzles, facing the back wall)
Ross: Wait, wait a minute. There's no light on the back wall! How do I know when it's gonna start? Hello? (he slowly turns and the spraying begins, on his face) Agh! Oh, my eye! (he turns, but then he turns again and is sprayed in the front again) Agh! (he spits and angrily goes out of the spray-on tan booth and the assistant enters the room) The same thing happened again!
Assistant: You got two more twos?
Ross: (hysterically) I'm an eight!
Joey: I thought you paid. (Rachel does not answer and seems puzzled) Huh. Guess we won't be going back there!
Rachel: So...
Joey: Yeah.
(Joey and Rachel start kissing)
Joey: Mmm. Hey, what do you say we, uh, move this onto the likes of the couch?
Rachel: I say cheesy line, but okay!
(They move on the couch and start kissing again. Joey does his grazing on Rachel's thigh and she slaps his hand)
Joey: What's the matter?
Rachel: I'm sorry, I-I-I don't know. I-I'm sorry. I dont-- I don't know why I did that!
Joey: Okay.
Rachel: Okay. Sorry.
(They start kissing again and, when Joey grazes her thigh, she slaps him on his hand again)
Rachel: I'm sorry! Again, I don't-- I don't know what happened. I must be nervous!
Joey: I don't get it, Chandler loved it!
Rachel: Okay. I promise, I promise, I promise, I won't do it again. I really do. I promise. This is gonna be great.
Both: Okay.
(They start kissing again and when Joey grazes, she slaps on the hand, and on both cheeks)
Joey: (Taken aback) Uh, was that good for you?
Phoebe: Oh, yeah. Could be Rachel asking if someone could baby-sit again.
Monica: It could be Amanda!
Phoebe: Oh, you're right! Oh, I was just kidding about Rachel. Babysitting is a gas!
(The machine picks up the phone)
Amanda: Hello Monica. It's Amanda calling again. I am in the neighborhood hoping I can pop by your flat!
Monica: You're from Yonkers! Your last name is Buffamonteezi!
Amanda: Let's see, should you get this directly, ring me back on my mobile.
Phoebe: Okay, don't hold thy breath!
(Sound of dialing numbers is heard from the speaker of the machine)
Chandler: Hello? Is someone on the line?
Amanda: Yes, I was looking for Monica.
Chandler: Hang on, she's right here. (he enters the living room and hands the phone to Monica) Someone's on the phone, for you.
Monica: We weren't picking up. It's Amanda!
Chandler: (to Amanda) I get pedicures.
Monica: Hi, Amanda. Uh, actually, now is-is not a good time. Dinner tomorrow night? (Phoebe mouths 'no') Okay, Phoebe and I will see you then.
Phoebe: Why? Why? Why didn't you just say no?!
Monica: Well, I said no to her coming over now! I couldn't say no twice! I got this uncontrollable need to please people!
Phoebe: Fine, fine! You would not hold up well under torture!
Monica: And you would?
Phoebe: I did!
Rachel: Absolutely! Absolutely, I do. It's just a little weird. It's you, and it's me. It's just gonna take some getting used to.
Joey: Okay. Well, uh, how can we make it easier?
Rachel: Okay, let's work from the top down! (Joey nods, but then puzzled because he does not get it) Just work the bra, Joe!
Joey: Okay, yeah, got it. Absolutely.
Rachel and Joey: Okay.
(They start kissing and Joey starts to undo her bra, but fails completely)
Joey: Is this thing welded shut?!
Rachel: Okay. Do you want-- Do you want a little help, there?
Joey: No, no.
Rachel: Okay.
Joey: I can handle it, okay?
Rachel: Yeah?
Joey: I've been opening these since I was nine.
Rachel: Nine? What kind of nine-year-old girl wears a bra?
Joey: No, no. I was nine. See, she was 16. Okay? Yeah. My parents had-- I can't talk and work at the same time! All right, turn around, I got to get a look at this thing.
Rachel: Oh.
(Joey starts trying to undo her bra, but it won't go. The elastic band snaps back.)
Rachel: Ow!
Joey: Sorry!
Rachel: Well, this is romantic!
Joey: I'm sorry! (He stands up) This never happened to me before! I'm an expert at taking off bras! I can do it with one hand! I can do it with my eyes closed! One time I just looked at one and it popped open! I blame your bra!
Rachel: It's a standard issue bra clasp!
Joey: Well, then I blame you! Yeah! That's right! You threw me off with all your slapping!
Rachel: Okay, look, well, I'm really-- I'm sorry about that, Joey. But do you think maybe on-on some level, you-you don't want to take off my bra?
Joey: (contemplates for a few moments what Rachel just said) No, I don't have another level!
Ross: (Depressed) Hi.
Monica: Oh, dear God.
Chandler: Hold on! There is something different.
Ross: I went to that tanning place your wife suggested.
Chandler: Was that place the sun?
Ross: Oh! And it gets worse! (Turns his side to Chandler and Monica and pulls up his shirt. There's a distinct line across down body, where his front is very tanned and his back is very pale.)
Chandler: Oh, my God! You can do a duet of "Ebony and Ivory" all by yourself!
Monica: How could you mess this up? It's so easy? You go into the booth, you count to five and you turn around!!
Ross: (looks at her suspiciously) How do you count to five?
Monica: One, two, three--
Ross: Damn it! (Goes to leave. The door opens, Rachel is entering.)
Rachel: (Shocked at his appearance) Oh!
Ross: I know! (He leaves)
Rachel: Ha-ha-ha! What is up with Miss Hawaiian Tropic?
Chandler: How was your date with Joey?
Rachel: Well, it was good until we got back to our apartment. And then we were fooling around and he started to put his hand up my leg and I kept slapping it away!
Chandler: You didn't like that?
Rachel: Well, it wasn't just me, alright? He freaked out too! He couldn't even undo my bra!
Monica: Wow, really? One time he just looked at my bra and it popped open.
(Chandler looks at her bra, then seems impressed at the idea.)
Rachel: I do not know what's wrong with us. I mean, we've kissed before and that's been great! But this time it was leading somewhere and I was very aware of the fact that it was Joey touching me.
Monica: Well, you guys have been friends forever. Remember the first time that you kissed Ross? How weird that was? You couldn't stop laughing? You got through that.
Rachel: (looking thoughtful) Mmmhmm. Okay. That's true. That's true, we can do this. You're right, you're right, we can do this. We're just gonna power through!
(Joey walks in)
Joey: Hey, uh, Chandler, can I talk to you for a second (points to the hall).
Rachel: (To Joey) No need! Problem solved, we are powering through! (She grabs his hand and pulls him back to their apartment).
(Chandler resumes staring at Monica's bra)
Monica: Chandler, stop! It is not going to pop open!
Chandler: You don't know!
Monica: Hi, Phoebe!
Phoebe: Hey.
Monica: Is Amanda here yet?
Phoebe: No.
Monica: (sits down) Oh, great! Okay, look, I'm so sorry for screwing up that cutting-her-out plan. But I have a new plan. Chandler agreed to call here in a few minutes with an emergency.
Phoebe: Oh! Well, okay, what kind of emergency that gets us both out of here?
Monica: Well, what do you think of Mike and Chandler being in a car accident?
Phoebe: Are you kidding, I love it!
(A blonde woman walks in.)
Phoebe: Hi!
Monica: Hi!
Amanda: Hi! (Phoebe and Amanda hug)
Amanda: (To Monica) Hello!
(Monica holds her hands out for a hug, but instead of hugging her, Amanda hangs her purse on one of Monica's extended arms.)
Amanda: (In a fake British accent) It's so nice to see you! Both of you, look at me! Look how young I look! (gives her coat to Monica as well) Oh, gosh! We have so much to catch up on! But first things first. Touch my abs. (at which point she grabs both Phoebe and Monica's hands and places them both on her stomach) I don't exercise at all! (she pulls them down to sit.) Oh, gosh. So Monica, you're married!
Monica: (beaming) Yeah! Yeah! His name is Chandler and...
Amanda: (To Phoebe) Oh, smell my neck! (Phoebe does so) It's not perfume! It's me! It's my natural scent!
(Monica looks shocked)
Phoebe: Musty!
Amanda: Gosh, this is brilliant. Gosh, it's just like old times. I'm so happy you two are friends again!
Monica: When were we not friends?
Amanda: Well, it was 1992, and I remember because that was the year I had sex with Evil Knievel. (She starts laughing very proudly).
Monica: Uh, we were friends in 1992.
Amanda: (to Phoebe) No, I distinctly remember you were dodging her calls (points at Monica) and trying to avoid seeing her.
Monica: (To Phoebe) You were going to cut me out?
Phoebe: Well, kinda.
Monica: Oh, my God!
Amanda: Oh, bugger. Should I not have said that? Oh, I feel like a perfect arse!
Phoebe: Well, in America, you're just an ass.
(Monica's mobile starts ringing. She picks it up.)
Monica: (Into the phone) Hello? Chandler? What's wrong? (She listens) Oh, my God, are you alright? (listens some more) Yeah, I'll be right there. (She hangs up and speaks to Amanda) I'm so sorry, but Chandler was in a car accident. (She gets up)
Phoebe: (Also gets up and picks up her purse) Oh, my God. Was Mike with him?
Monica: Nope! (She turns and leaves)
Joey: (To Rachel) Hey!
Rachel: Hey! Got champagne?
Joey: Yes, ma'am! Ready to power through!
Rachel: Excellent! Stick it in the ice bucket. The phone is off the hook. And in the interest of powering through... (Removes her bra from under her clothes)
Joey: Ooh!
(When she's done she throws her bra to him and goes to light some candles. Joey re-clasps the bra and then checks to see if he can undo it -- he is successful.)
Joey: Oh, sure. Now. Yeah.
Rachel: Okay, sexy, sexy. Very sexy, sexy. (Claps her hands and jumps at Joey, clearly very excited) Alright! Lets do it!
Joey: Okay, you're scaring me a little bit.
Rachel: Oh, get over it soldier! We've gotta do this! (She pulls him towards her and throws him onto the barcalounger)
Joey: (Unsure) Okay...
Rachel: Okay. Ha-ha! You like that, huh?
Joey: Oh, yeah!
Rachel: You like that? (She climbs on the barcalounger seductively, putting her knees next to Joey's hips.) Let's kick this into high gear, huh? (She pulls the barcalounger lever and seat reclines. She puts one of her knees between his legs and begins to kiss his neck.)
Joey: Oh, ooh!
Rachel: Yeah baby! I'll show you how we do it!
Joey: No, no, no! You kneed me in my misters!
Rachel: What? Oh, my God! I'm so sorry. Joey? Are you okay?
Joey: (He just sits there, legs very close together with a painful look on his face) Soldier down!
Monica: We are not friends with Phoebe anymore.
Chandler: If she asks, I protested a little, but okay.
Monica: I just found out that she tried cutting me out. Can you think of any reason why someone would want to do that? What is wrong with me, Chandler? Tell me.
Chandler: I ... had a very bad car accident.
(Phoebe and Amanda walk in)
Phoebe: Oh, Chandler, thank God you're alive. Monica, can I talk to you outside for a minute?
Monica: I have nothing to say to you.
Amanda: Wow! My flat is twice this size! You know, they asked me to be one of the Spice Girls.
Phoebe: Please, Monica, in the hall?
(They both walk to the door and enter the hallway.)
Amanda: Ooh, that accident must have been terrible. You look positively ghastly.
Chandler: Well, aren't you a treat.
Monica: I can't believe you tried to cut me out. Why, Phoebe? Why?
Phoebe: It was-- it was right after we were living together and you were driving me crazy, okay. You were really controlling and compulsive and shrill.
Monica: Well, I'm still all those things!
Phoebe: You're also so generous and kind and scrappy!
Monica: (starts smiling) I am scrappy.
Phoebe: Exactly! Look, no matter what I tried to do, I couldn't keep you out of my life. Of all the people I've cut out, you were the only one who ever clawed her way back in.
Monica: That's because I'm scrappy.
Phoebe: Yeah, you are. And I'm so glad that you fought your way back in because I don't know what I would do without you.
Monica: Oh, I don't know what I would do without you. (They hug) Well, I guess we should go back in. I mean, you gave me another chance. I guess we should do the same for Amanda.
Phoebe: Yeah, I guess you're right.
(They both enter the apartment again, where Amanda is dancing for Chandler, terribly.)
Amanda: Can you believe it? I've never had any professional dance training.
(Monica and Phoebe look at each other and leave the apartment again)
Glenda: Now, let me explain how this works. You go into the booth, and--
Ross: I'm gonna stop you right there, Glenda. Okay? Does it look like this is my first time, huh? Now I want four twos and I want them all on my back.
Glenda: (quietly) Okay.
(Ross enters the room, takes off his robe and enters the booth. He stands with his back to the nozzles and then realises that this booth has nozzles at both sides of the wall)
Ross: Wait a minute, there's two sets of nozzles! Which one is it?
(He turns around frantically from side to side.)
Ross: Which-which-which-- Which one is it?
(He then stops turning, facing one of the nozzles, which starts spraying in this face and front again.)
Ross: Oh! Son of a bitch! (He turns around, but then the other nozzels spraying his face and front.) Are you kidding?
(Ross exits the booth)
Glenda: How'd we do?
Ross: I'm a 12.
Rachel: What is the matter with us?
Joey: Well, I know what's the matter with me.
Rachel: No, I mean with us, you know. I mean, is it supposed to be this difficult?
Joey: I don't know.
(Chandler enters the apartment)
Chandler: That fake British woman's a real bitch, but she sure can dance. Hey.
Rachel: Hi! Hey, listen, can we ask you a question? When you and Monica first hooked up, was it weird going from friends to more than that?
Chandler: Kinda. You know, sneaking around. Having to hide from you guys.
Rachel: No, no, no. No, I mean sexually.
Joey: Yeah, was there a part of you that-that felt like it was really wrong?
Chandler: Actually, no. No, it felt right. You know, it felt like, uh, I can't believe we haven't been doing this the whole time.
(Rachel and Joey are still looking at Chandler, slowly letting his words get to them)
Chandler: I can tell from your expressions that's the good news you were hoping for. Well, I'm gonna go continue to spread the joy.
(Chandler leaves the apartment. Joey sighs)
Rachel: Well, just because it happened that way for them doesn't mean it has to happen that way for us.
Joey: Yeah, yeah. Absolutely. I mean, just because something's difficult doesn't mean that you quit.
Rachel: Right, totally.
Joey: Yeah, so we'll just keep trying and trying until we do it.
Rachel: Yeah. And if doesn't work, then we'll be just one of those couples that never have sex.
Joey: That's a plan.
(They both stare for a while, and then look at each other)
Joey: (sighs) Wow. I did not see this coming.
Rachel: I know.
Joey: I don't know, I don't get it. I mean, I was so sure this was what I wanted.
Rachel: Mmmhmm. Me too.
(She puts her head on Joey's shoulder and Joey kisses her on her head.)
Rachel: Well, how come Monica and Chandler could do it?
Joey: I guess they weren't as good friends as we are.
(Lifts her head from Joey's shoulder)
Rachel: Aww. I bet you're right.
(They look at each other for a while)
Joey: Hmm. So...?
Rachel: Yeah.
Joey: I love you.
Rachel: Love you too. Alright, I'm going to bed.
Joey: Yeah, me too.
(Rachel gets up, and Joey tries to get up, but halfway up he sits down again.)
Joey: Ooh, yeah, I'm not going anywhere for a while.
(Joey takes the ice-bucket with the champagne bottle in it and puts it on his sore spot)
Chandler: Dude, it's Chandler. Let me in.
(Ross's face is now a VERY dark shade of brown.)
Ross: Go away! I don't want to see anybody.
Chandler: I know. I went to the tanning place and the same thing happened to me. You have to let me in.
Ross: Really? Did you count Mississipi-ly?
(Ross walks to the door and opens it.)
Ross: You-- you're not tan.
Chandler: No. I just had to get a picture of this.
(Chandler holds up a camera and takes Ross's picture.)
Chandler: I'll see you later!
(Ross closes the door)