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<h1 align="center">The One With the Sonogram at the End</h1>
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<font size="3"><b>
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</b></font><p><font size="3"><b></b>Written by: Marta Kauffman & David Crane</font> <br>
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<font size="3">Transcribed by: <a href="mailto:Ericaasen1@aol.com">guineapig</a></font></p>
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<hr>
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<font size="3">
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</font><p align="left"><font size="3">[Scene Central Perk, everyone's there.]</font></p>
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<p align="left"><font size="3"><b>Monica:</b> What you guys don't understand is, for us,
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kissing is as important as any part of it. </font></p><font size="3">
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<p><b>Joey:</b> Yeah, right!.......Y'serious? </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> Oh, yeah! </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Everything you need to know is in that first kiss. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Absolutely. </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Yeah, I think for us, kissing is pretty much like an opening act,
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y'know? I mean it's like the stand-up comedian you have to sit through before Pink Floyd
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comes out. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Yeah, and-and it's not that we don't like the comedian, it's that-that...
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that's not why we bought the ticket. </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> The problem is, though, after the concert's over, no matter how great
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the show was, you girls are always looking for the comedian again, y'know? I mean, we're
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in the car, we're fighting traffic... basically just trying to stay awake. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Yeah, well, word of advice: Bring back the comedian. Otherwise next time
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you're gonna find yourself sitting at home, listening to that album alone. </p>
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</font><p><font size="3"><b>Joey:</b> (pause)....Are we still talking about sex?</font></p>
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<p align="center"><b>Opening Credits</b></p>
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<p align="left"><font size="3">[Scene: Museum of Prehistoric History, Ross and a co-worker
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(Marsha) are setting up an exhibit which includes some mannequins of cave people.] </font></p><font size="3">
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<p><b>Ross:</b> No, it's good, it is good, it's just that- mm- doesn't she seem a little
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angry? </p>
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<p><b>Marsha:</b> Well, she has issues. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Does she. </p>
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<p><b>Marsha:</b> He's out banging other women over the head with a club, while she sits
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at home trying to get the mastodon smell out of the carpet! </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Marsha, these are cave people. Okay? They have issues like 'Gee, that
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glacier's getting kinda close.' See? </p>
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<p><b>Marsha:</b> Speaking of issues, isn't that your ex-wife? </p>
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<p>(Carol, Ross's ex-wife, has entered behind them and is standing outstide the exhibit.) </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> (trying to ignore her) No. No. </p>
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<p><b>Marsha:</b> Yes, it is. Carol! Hi! </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Okay, okay, yes, it is. (waves) How about I'll, uh, catch up with you in
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the Ice Age. </p>
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<p>(Marsha extis and Ross waves Carol into the exhibit.) </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b>Hi. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> So. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> You look great. I, uh... I hate that. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Sorry. You look good too. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Ah, well, in here, anyone who... stands erect... So what's new? Still,
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uh... </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> A lesbian? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Well... you never know. How's, um.. how's the family? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Marty's still totally paranoid. Oh, and, uh- </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Why- why are you here, Carol? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> I'm pregnant. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Pregnant?! </p>
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</font><p><font size="3">[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Chandler, Joey, Phoebe, and Monica are watching <em>Three's
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Company</em>.]</font></p>
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<p align="left"><font size="3"><b>Chandler:</b> Oh, I think this is the episode of Three's
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Company where there's some kind of misunderstanding. </font></p><font size="3">
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b>...Then I've already seen this one! (Turns off the TV.) </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> (taking a drink from Joey) Are you through with that? </p>
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<p><b>Joey:</b> Yeah, sorry, the swallowing slowed me down. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Whose little ball of paper is this?! </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Oh, uh, that would be mine. See, I wrote a note to myself, and then I
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realised I didn't need it, so I balled it up and... (sees that Monica is glaring at him)
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...now I wish I was dead. </p>
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<p>(Monica starts to fluff a pillow.) </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> She's already fluffed that pillow... Monica, you know, you've already
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fluffed that- (Monica glares at her.) -but, it's fine! </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Look , I'm sorry, guys, I just don't wanna give them any more ammunition
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than they already have. </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Yes, and we all know how cruel a parent can be about the flatness of a
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child's pillow. </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> Monica- Hi! Um, Monica, you're scaring me. I mean, you're like, you're
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like all chaotic and twirly. And not-not in a good way. </p>
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<p><b>Joey:</b> Yeah, calm down. You don't see Ross getting all chaotic and twirly every
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time they come. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> That's because as far as my parents are concerned, Ross can do no wrong.
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Y'see, he's the Prince. Apparently they had some big ceremony before I was born. </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> (looking out the window) Ew, ew, ew, ew ew ew ew ew! </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> What? </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Ugly Naked Guy got a Thighmaster! </p>
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<p><b>All:</b> Eeaagh! </p>
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<p>(Rachel enters from her room.) </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Has anybody seen my engagement ring? </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> Yeah, it's beautiful. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh God, oh God, oh God oh God oh God oh God.... (Starts to look under
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the couch cushions.) </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> No, look, don't touch that! </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh, like I wasn't dreading tomorrow enough, having to give it back to
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him... 'Hi Barry! Remember me? I'm the girl in the veil who stomped on your heart in front
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of your entire family!' Oh God and now I'm gonna have to return the ring, without the
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ring, which makes it so much harder... </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Easy Rach, we'll find it. (To all) Won't we! </p>
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</font><p><font size="3"><strong>Chandler and <b>Joey:</b> </strong>Oh! Yeah!</font></p>
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<p align="left"><font size="3"><b>Joey:</b> Alright, when'd'ya have it on last?</font></p>
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<p align="left"><font size="3"><b>Phoebe:</b> Doy! Probably right before she lost it! </font></p><font size="3">
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> You don't get a lot of 'doy' these days... </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> I know I had it this morning, and I know I had it when I was in the
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kitchen with... </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> ...Dinah? </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> (looks at the lasagne and realizes something) Ohhhhh, don't be mad... </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> You didn't. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh, I am sorry... </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> I gave you one job! (Starts to examin the lasagne through the bottom of
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the glass pan.) </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh, but look how straight those noodles are! </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Now, Monica, you know that's not how you look for an engagement ring
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in a lasagne... </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> (puts down the lasagne) I just... can't do it. </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Boys? We're going in. </p>
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</font><p><font size="3">(Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe start to pick through the lasagne as there's a knock on the
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door which Monica answers.) </font></p>
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<p align="left"><font size="3"><b>Ross:</b> (standing outside the door).....Hi. </font></p><font size="3">
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Wow. That is not a happy hi. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Carol's pregnant. </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> (while everyone else is stunned) Ooh! I found it! </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> W-w-wh-... wha-... w-w-w-... </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Yeah. Do that for another two hours, you might be where I am right about
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now. (He enters.) </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Kinda puts that whole pillow thing in perspective, huh, Mon? </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Well now, how-how do you fit into this whole thing? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Well, Carol says she and Susan want me to be involved, but if I'm not
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comfortable with it, I don't have to be involved.. basically it's entirely up to me. </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> She is so great! I miss her. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> What does she mean by 'involved'? </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> I mean presumably, the biggest part of your job is done. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Anyway, they want me to go down to this- sonogram thing with them
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tomorrow. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> So what are you gonna do? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> I have no idea. No matter what I do, though, I'm still gonna be a father. </p>
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<p>(Joey starts to eat the rest of the lasagne and everyone turns and stares at him.) </p>
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</font><p><font size="3"><b>Joey:</b> .....Well, this is still ruined, right?</font></p>
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<p align="left">[Scene, Monica and Rachel's, Monica and Ross are pouring wine for their
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parents.]<font size="3"> </font></p><font size="3">
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> Oh, Martha Ludwin's daughter is gonna call you. (Tastes a snack)
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Mmm! What's that curry taste? </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Curry. </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> Mmmm! </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> I- I think they're great! I, I really do. </p>
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<p><b>Mr. Geller:</b> (To Ross) Do you remember the Ludwins? The big one had a thing for
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you, didn't she? </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> They all had a thing for him. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Aw, Mom... </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> I'm sorry, why is this girl going to call me? </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> Oh, she just graduated, and she wants to be something in cooking,
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or food, or.... I don't know. Anyway, I told her you had a restaurant- </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> No Mom, I don't have a restaurant, I work in a restaurant. </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> Well, they don't have to know that... (She starts to fluff the same
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pillow Monica fluffed multiple times earlier.) </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Ross, could you come and help me with the spaghetti, please? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Yeah. (They go to the kitchen.) </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> Oh, we're having spaghetti! That's.... easy. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> I know this is going to sound unbelievably selfish, but, were you
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planning on bringing up the whole baby/lesbian thing? Because I think it might take some
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of the heat off me. </p>
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<p>[Time Lapse, everyone is now eating.] </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> What that Rachel did to her life.... We ran into her parents at the
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club, they were not playing very well. </p>
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<p><b>Mr. Geller:</b> I'm not gonna tell you what they spent on that wedding... but forty
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thousand dollars is a lot of money! </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> Well, at least she had the chance to leave a man at the altar... </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> What's that supposed to mean? </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> Nothing! It's an expression. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> No it's not. </p>
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<p><b>Mr. Geller:</b> Don't listen to your mother. You're independent, and you always have
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been! Even when you were a kid... and you were chubby, and you had no friends, you were
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just fine! And you would read alone in your room, and your puzzles... </p>
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</font><p><font size="3">[Time Lapse.]</font></p>
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<p align="left"><font size="3"><b>Mr. Geller:</b> Look, there are people like Ross who
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need to shoot for the stars, with his museum, and his papers getting published. Other
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people are satisfied with staying where they are- I'm telling you, these are the people
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who never get cancer. </font></p><font size="3">
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<p>[Time Lapse.] </p>
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<p><b>Mr. Geller:</b> ...And I read about these women trying to have it all, and I thank
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God 'Our Little Harmonica' doesn't seem to have that problem. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> (trying desperately to change the subject) So, Ross, what's going on
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with you? Any stories? (Digs her elbow into his hand.) No news, no little anecdotes to
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share with the folks? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> (pulls his hand away) Okay! Okay. (To his parents) Look, I, uh- I realise
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you guys have been wondering what exactly happened between Carol and me, and, so, well,
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here's the deal. Carol's a lesbian. She's living with a woman named Susan. She's pregnant
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with my child, and she and Susan are going to raise the baby. </p>
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<p>(Stunned silence ensues.) </p>
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<p><b>Mrs. Geller:</b> (To Monica) And you knew about this?! </p>
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<p align="center"><b>Commercial Break</b></p>
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<p align="left">[Scene: Central Park, everyone's there.] </p>
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<p><b>Joey:</b> Your folks are really that bad, huh? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Well, y'know, these people are pros. They know what they're doing, they
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take their time, they get the job done. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Boy, I know they say you can't change your parents,... boy, if you
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could- (To Ross) -I'd want yours. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Must pee. (Goes to pee.) </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> Y'know, it's even worse when you're twins. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> You're twins? </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> Yeah. We don't speak. She's like this high-powered, driven career type. </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> What does she do? </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> She's a waitress. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> All right, you guys, I kinda gotta clean up now. (They all start to
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leave.) </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Chandler, you're an only child, right? You don't have any of this. </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> Well, no, although I did have an imaginary friend, who... my parents
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actually preferred. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> The lights, please..</p>
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<p>(Joey turns off the lights, and they all leave as Rachel starts to clean up. Ross
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enters from the bathroom.) </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> ...How long was I in there? </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> I'm just cleaning up. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> D'ya.. uh.. d'ya need any help? </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Uh.. okay, sure! Thanks! (She hands him the broom and sits down.) </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Anyway.. um.. (Starts to sweep.) So, you- uh- you nervous about Barry
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tomorrow? </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh.. a little.. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Mm-hmm.. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> A lot. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Mm. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> So, got any advice? Y'know, as someone who's recently been- dumped? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Well, you may wanna steer clear of the word 'dumped'. Chances are he's
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gonna be this, this broken shell of a man, y'know, so you should try not to look too
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terrific, I know it'll be hard. Or, y'know, uh, hey!, I'll go down there, and I'll give
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Barry back his ring, and you can go with Carol and Susan to the OB/GYN... </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh, you've got Carol tomorrow.. When did it get so complicated? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Got me. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Remember when we were in high school together? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Yeah. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> I mean, didn't you think you were just gonna meet somone, fall in love-
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and that'd be it? (Ross gazes at her.) ..Ross? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Yes, yes! </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh! Man, I never thought I'd be here.. (She leans back onto his hand.) </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Me either... (He pulls up a stool so that he doesn't have to move his
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hand.) </p>
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<p>[Scene: Carol's OB/GYN, Carol is waiting.] </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> (entering) Sorry I'm late, I was stuck at work. There was this big
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dinosaur.. thing.. anyway. </p>
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<p>(Susan enters holding a drink.) </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> Hi. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Ross, you remember Susan. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> How could I forget? </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> Ross. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> (they shake hands) Hello, Susan. (To Carol) Good shake. Good shake. So,
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uh, we're just waiting for...? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Dr. Oberman. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> ..Dr. Oberman. Okay. And is he- </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> She. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> -she, of course, she- uh- familiar with our.. special situation? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Yes, and she's very supportive. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Okay, that's great. (Susan gives her drink to Carol.) No, I'm- Oh. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Thanks. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> (picks up a surgical instrament and mimes a duck with it) Quack, quack.. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Ross? That opens my cervix. (He drops it in horror.) </p>
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<p>[Scene Barry's office, Barry is working on patient, Robbie, as Rachel enters.] </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Barry? </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> C'mon in. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> (hesitates) Are you sure? </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Yeah! It's fine, it's fine. Robbie's gonna be here for hours. </p>
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<p><b>Robbie:</b> Huh?! </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> So, how ya doin? </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> I'm- uh- I'm okay... You look great! </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Yeah, well.. </p>
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<p><strong>Bernice:</strong> (over intercom) Dr. Farber, Jason Greenstein's gagging. </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> (answering the intercom) Be right there. (To Robbie and Rachel) Be back
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in a sec. </p>
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<p>(As Barry exits Robbie stares at Rachel.) </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> I dumped him. </p>
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<p><b>Robbie:</b> Okay. </p>
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<p>[Scene: Carol's OB/GYN, they're talking about how this is going to work.] </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> So, um- so how's this, uh, how's this gonna work? Y'know, with us? Y'know,
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when, like, important decisions have to be made? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Give me a 'for instance'. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Well, uh, uh, I don't know, okay, okay, how about with the, uh, with the
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baby's name? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Marlon- </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Marlon?! </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> -if it's a boy, Minnie if it's a girl. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> ...As in Mouse? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> As in my grandmother. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Still, you- you say Minnie, you hear Mouse. Um, how about, um.. how about
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Julia? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Julia.. </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> We agreed on Minnie. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> 'S'funny, um, uh, we agreed we'd spend the rest of our lives together.
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Things change, roll with the punches. I believe Julia's on the table..? </p>
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<p>[Scene: Barry's office, Rachel is doing her makeup in the mirror on Barry's lamp as
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Barry enters.] </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Sorry about that. So. What have you been up to? </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh, not much. I-I got a job. </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Oh, that's great. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Why are- why are you so tanned? </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Oh, I, uh- I went to Aruba. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh no. You went on our honeymoon alone? </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> No. I went with, uh.. Now, this may hurt. </p>
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<p><b>Robbie:</b> Me?! </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> No! (To Rachel) I went with Mindy. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Mindy?! My maid of honour, Mindy?! </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Yeah, well, uh, we're kind of a thing now. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Oh! Well, um.. (Grabs his forehand) You've got plugs! </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Careful! They haven't quite taken yet. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> And you've got lenses! But you hate sticking your finger in your eye! </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Not for her. Listen, I really wanted to thank you. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Okay.. </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> See, about a month ago, I wanted to hurt you. More than I've ever wanted
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to hurt anyone in my life. And I'm an orthodontist. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Wow. </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> You know, you were right? I mean, I thought we were happy. We weren't
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happy. But with Mindy, now I'm happy. Spit. </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> What? </p>
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<p><b>Robbie:</b> Me. (Spits.) </p>
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<p><b>Rachel:</b> Anyway, um, (Gets the ring out of her purse.) I guess this belongs to
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you. And thank you for giving it to me. </p>
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<p><b>Barry:</b> Well, thank you for giving it back. </p>
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<p>(Barry and Rachel look at each other.) </p>
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<p><b>Robbie:</b> Hello?! </p>
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<p>[Scene: Carol's OB/GYN, they're still arguing about what to name the baby.] </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> Oh, please! What's wrong with Helen? </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Helen Geller? I don't think so. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Hello? It's not gonna be Helen Geller. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Thank you! </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> No, I mean it's not Geller. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> What, it's gonna be Helen Willick? </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> No, actually, um, we talked about Helen Willick-Bunch. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Well, wait a minute, wha- why is she in the title? </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> It's my baby too. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Oh, 's'funny, really? Um, I don't remember you making any sperm. </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> Yeah, and we all know what a challenge that is! </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> All right, you two, stop it! </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> No no no, she gets a credit, hey, I'm in there too. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> Ross. You're not actually suggesting Helen Willick-Bunch-Geller? 'Cause I
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think that borders on child abuse. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Of course not, I'm... suggesting Geller-Willick-Bunch. </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> Oh, no, nonononono, you see what he's doing? He knows no-one's gonna say
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all those names, so they'll wind up calling her Geller, then he gets his way! </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> My way?! You-you think this is my way? Believe me, of all the ways I ever
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imagined this moment in my life being, this is not my way- y'know what? Uh, um, this is
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too hard. I'm not, I can't do- </p>
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<p><b>Dr. Oberman:</b> (entering) Knock knock!How are we today? Any nausea? </p>
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<p><b>All:</b> Yeah. Yeah. A little. </p>
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<p><b>Dr. Oberman:</b> Well, I was just wondering about the mother-to-be, but.. thanks for
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sharing. (To Carol) Uh, lie back.. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> You- uh- y'know what, I'm gonna go. I don't- I don't think I can be
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involved in this particular thing right now. </p>
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<p>(He turns to go, but the sound of the sonogram catches hes ear. He returns and
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stares at it.)</p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Oh my God. </p>
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<p><b>Susan:</b> Look at that. </p>
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<p><b>Carol:</b> I know. </p>
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<p align="center"><strong>Closing Credits</strong></p>
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<p>[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment, everyone is watching the tape of the sonogram.
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Rachel is on the phone.]</p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Well? Isn't that amazing? </p>
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<p><b>Joey:</b> What are we supposed to be seeing here? </p>
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<p><b>Chandler:</b> I dunno, but.. I think it's about to attack the Enterprise. </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> You know, if you tilt your head to the left, and relax your eyes, it
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kinda looks like an old potato. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Then don't do that, alright? </p>
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<p><b>Phoebe:</b> Okay! </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> (walks over to where Monica is standing)Monica. Whaddya think? </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> (welling up) Mm-hmm. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> Wh- are you welling up? </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> No. </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> You are, you're welling up. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> Am not! </p>
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<p><b>Ross:</b> You're gonna be an aunt. </p>
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<p><b>Monica:</b> (pushes him and starts to cry) Oh shut up! </p>
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</font><p><font size="3"><b>Rachel:</b> (on phone) Hi, Mindy. Hi, it-it's Rachel. Yeah, I'm fine. I-I saw Barry
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today. Oh, yeah, yeah he-he told me. No, no, it's okay. I hope you two are very happy, I
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really do. Oh, oh, and Mind, y'know, if-if everything works out, and you guys end up
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getting married and having kids- and everything- I just hope they have his old hairline
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and your old nose. (Slams the phone down.) (To everyone) Okay, I know it was a cheap shot,
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but I feel <strong>so</strong> much better now. </font></p>
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<p align="center"><strong><font size="3">End</font></strong></p>
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