[Scene: Fancy restaurant, Monica, Joey, Angela, and Bob are seated at the table.] Monica: (to Joey) He is so cute. (to Angela and Bob) So, where did you guys grow up? Angela: Brooklyn Heights. Bob: Cleveland. Monica: How, how did that happen? Joey: Oh my god. Monica: What? Joey: I suddenly had the feeling that I was falling. But I'm not. Commercial Break [Scene: Fancy restaurant, Joey and Bob are talking.] Joey: So, you and Angela, huh? Bob: Yep. Pretty much. Joey: You're a lucky man. You know what I miss the most about her? That cute nibbly noise when she eats. \ Like a happy little squirrel, or a weasel. Bob: Huh, I never really noticed. Joey: Oh, yeah, yeah, listen for it. Bob: Monica, Monica is great. Joey: Yeah, but it's not gonna last. She's too much for me in bed. Sexually. [Scene: The ladies' bathroom at the restaurant, Monica and Angela are talking.] Monica: I've gotta tell you, Bob is terrific. Angela: Yeah, isn't he? Monica: It is so great to meet a guy who is smart and funny, and has an emotional age beyond, like eight. Angela: You know what else? He's unbelievable in bed. Monica: Wow. My brother never even told me when he lost his virginity. Angela: Huh. That's nice. [Scene: Central Perk, Phoebe is coaching Chandler on how to break up with Janice.] Phoebe: Ok, you can do this. It's just like pulling off a Band-aid. Just do it really fast, and then the wound is exposed. (Chandler walks back to couch, where Janice is.) Chandler: Janice. Hi, Janice. Ok, here we go. I don't think we should go out anymore. Janice. Janice: All right. Well, there you go. (she gets extremely wound up, and begins to try and calm herself down) Stop it, stop it, stop it. [Scene: The laundromat.] Rachel: Ok, I know this is gonna sound really stupid, but I feel that if I can do this, you know, if I can actually do my own laundry, there isn't anything I can't do. Ross: That does not sound stupid to me. You know, it's like the first time I had to make dinner for myself, after Carol left me? (the buzzer on the washer goes off) I'm sorry, that's all the time we have. Next on Ross...(opens up the washer) Uh-oh. Rachel: What uh-oh? Ross: (not wanting to tell her) Uh-oh, uh-oh, the laundry's done. It's, uh, it's a song. The laundry song that we sing. (singing) Uh-oh the laundry's done, uh-oh, uh-oh. Rachel: Ross, what's the matter? Ross: Nothing, nothing. Lee-lo, the laundry's done. Rachel: Come on, show me. Ross: All right, all right, it's just that you left a red sock in with all your whites, and now, everything's kinda pink. Rachel: Oh, everything's pink. Ross: Yeah, uh, except for the red sock, which is still red. I'm sorry, please don't be upset, it could happen to anyone. Rachel: Except it didn't. It happened to me. Oh, god, I'm gonna look like a big marshmallow peep. What am I doing? What am I doing? My father's right. I can't live on my own! I can't even do laundry! (The woman who had tried to steal the washing machine walks by, and laughs.) [Scene: The fancy restaurant, Angela has her hand in Bob's shirt, and Monica is very uncomfortable.] Monica: Something went wrong with Underdog, and they couldn't get his head to inflate. So anyway, um, his head is like flopping down Broadway, right, and I'm just thinking... how inappropriate this is. Um, I've got something in my eye, uh, Joey, could we check it in the light, please? (Her and Joey walk away from the table.) Monica: Oh my god. Joey: What? Monica: Hello! Were we at the same table? It's like... cocktails in Appalachia. Joey: Come on, they're close. Monica: Close? She's got her tongue in his ear. Joey: Oh, like you've never gotten a little rambunctious with Ross. Monica: Joey, this is sick, it's disgusting, it's, it's—not really true, is it? Joey: Well, who's to say what's true? I mean... Monica: Oh my god, what were you thinking? Joey: All right, look, I'm not proud of this, ok? Well, maybe I am a little. Monica: (hits him lightly) Oh! Joey: Ow! Monica: (leaving) I'm outta here. Joey: Wait, wait, wait. You want him, I want her. He likes you. Monica: Really? Joey: Yeah. I'm thinking, if we put our heads together, between the two of us, we can break them up. [Time lapse, Monica accidentally spilled her drink on Bob's shirt and is wiping it off. Joey is making eyes at Angela.] Monica: I'm so sorry, I can't believe I did this, but I couldn't stop laughing at your Norman Mailer story. (Angela is eating chicken wings and making the weasel-like noise Joey had told Bob about.) Joey: Uh, waiter, one more plate of chicken wings over here. --

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