(Time lapse.) Rachel: I couldn't be inner. Monica? Phoebe: Monica, in or out? Monica: (slams down cards) I hate this game! (Joey slides a plate away from Monica towards Chandler, who hides it under the table.) Phoebe: OK Joey, your bet. Joey: Ahhh, I fold like a cheap hooker who got hit in the stomach by a fat guy with sores on his face. (the girls look at him, confused) Oh, I'm out. Phoebe: Ross? Ross: Oh, I am very in. Phoebe: Chandler? Chandler: Couldn't be more out. (throws in cards) Phoebe: Me too. Rachel. Rachel: Uh, I will see you... and I'll raise you. (throws chips in pot) What do you say... want to waste another buck? Ross: No, not this time. (he folds) So... what'd you have? Rachel: I'm not telling. (collects chips) Ross: Come on, show them to me. (reaches for her cards, Rachel covers them up) Rachel: No..! Ross: Show them to me! Rachel: Get your hands out of there! No! Ross: Let me see! Show them! Chandler: Y'know, I've had dates like this. Rachel: (deals new hand) Boy, you really can't stand to lose, can you? Your whole face is getting red... little veins popping out on your temple... Phoebe: Plus that shirt doesn't really match those pants. (Ross is visibly upset.) Ross: First of all, I'm not losing... Rachel: Oh, you are losing. Definitely losing. (phone rings) Ross: Let's not talk about losing. Just deal the... Rachel: (answering phone) Hel-lo, Rachel Green. Ross: (mimicking Rachel) Mee mee, mee-mee mee. Rachel: (on phone) Excuse me. (covers up phone; to Ross) It's about the job. (Rachel walks into kitchen to talk on the phone.) Rachel: Barbara! Hi, how are you? (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) No, I understand. Yeah. Oh, oh, come on, no, I'm fine. Don't be silly. Yeah... oh, but you know, if-if anything else opens up, plea—Hello? Hello? (hangs up phone, very depressed) (Rachel goes back and sits down. The rest don't know what to say.) Monica: Sorry, Rach. Phoebe: Y'know, there's gonna be lots of other stuff. Rachel: Yeah...(sigh)....OK. Where were we? Oh, OK... five card draw, uh... jacks or better... nothing wild, everybody ante. Joey: Look, Rachel, we don't have to do this. Rachel: Yes, we do. (pause) Monica: Alright, check. Joey: Check. Ross: I'm in for fifty cents. (throws it in) Chandler: Call. Phoebe: I'm in. Rachel: I see your fifty cents... and I raise you... five dollars. (throws it in) Ross: I thought, uh... it was a fifty cent limit. Rachel: Well, I just lost a job, and I'd like to raise the bet five bucks. Does anybody have a problem with that? (Everyone says no and folds, except for Ross, who thinks about it.) Rachel: (to Ross): Loser? (Chandler, Monica, Joey, and Phoebe back their chairs away from the table.) Ross: No, I fold. (lays cards down, and gets up) Rachel: What do you mean, you fold? Hey, come on! What is this? I thought that 'once the cards were dealt, I'm not a nice guy.' I mean, what, were you just full of it? (Ross thinks it over, finally sits down and picks up his cards.) Ross: I'm in. (throws in chips) Rachel: How many you want? Ross: One. (Rachel gives him the card.) Rachel: Dealer takes two. (she deals herself two cards) What do you bet? Ross: I bet two dollars. (throws it in) Rachel: OK... see your two... and I raise you twenty. (throws it in) Ross: I see your twenty, raise you twenty-five. (throws it in) (The other four look amazed at the large pot.) Rachel: See your twenty-five...and...uh, Monica, get my purse. (Monica gets up, looks in Rachel's purse.) Monica: Rachel, there's nothing in it. Rachel: OK, then get me your purse. (Monica gets Rachel her purse.) Monica: OK, here you go. Good luck. Rachel: (to Monica): Thank you. (to Ross): I saw your twenty-five, and I raise you... seven. Phoebe: ...teen! (throws in a ten-dollar bill) (Ross looks in his wallet, pulls out two dollars.) Ross: (to Joey): Joey, I'm a little shy. Joey: That's OK, Ross, you can ask me. What? (Ross looks at Joey, dumbfounded at his stupidity.) Chandler: (to Ross): What do you need, what do you need? Ross: Fifteen. Chandler: Alright, here's ten. (gives it to him) Joey: Here, I got five, I got five. (Ross takes the money) Ross: Thank you. Chandler: Good luck. Ross: (to Rachel): OK, I am calling your seventeen. What do you got? (Long pause as they both look at each other.) Rachel: (lays down cards) Full house. (Ross stares at her. Thinks about it. Puts cards on table, face down.) Ross: You got me. (Monica and Phoebe get up and start celebrating in the kitchen, pouring wine and singing. Rachel, shocked, goes to join them.) Joey: (to Ross): Ahhh, that's alright. Y'know, that's a tough hand to beat. Chandler: (to Ross): I thought we had them! Ross: Oh, well, when you don't have the cards, you don't have the cards, you know. (looks at Rachel) But, uh... look how happy she is. (smiles) (Chandler and Joey look at her, and then look back at him. They dive for Ross's hand to see what he had, and he tries to stop them from looking.) Closing Credits [Scene: Monica and Rachel's, all six are playing Pictionary at Monica's apartment. Monica is drawing a picture, and the three guys are guessing. She draws what looks like an airplane.] Chandler: Airplane! Airport! Airport '75! Airport '77! Airport '79! (Timer goes off.) Rachel: Oh, time's up. Monica: (pointing at the drawing, upset) Bye... bye... BIRDIE. Joey: Oh! Phoebe: That's a bird? (Monica glares at Phoebe.) Phoebe: That's a bird! (Monica sits, Rachel gets up.) Rachel: OK, OK, it's my turn. (reads the answer) Chandler: Go. (Rachel starts drawing what looks like a bean.) Ross: Uh.... bean! Bean! (Rachel begins tapping the picture of the bean frantically.) Joey: (triumphantly) The Unbearable Likeness of Being! Rachel: Yes! Monica: That, you get? That, you get? (Monica picks up a glass to take a drink, everyone ducks as though she was about to throw it.) End --

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