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[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel is there as all except Joey
enter.]
Rachel: Tah-daaah!
Chandler: Are we greeting each other this way now ? Because I like that.
Rachel: Look! I cleaned! I did the
windows, I did the floors... I even used all the attachments on the
vacuum, except that little round one with the bristles, I don't know what that's
for.
Ross: Oh yeah, nobody knows. And we're not supposed to ask.
Rachel: Well, whaddya think?
All: Very clean! It looks great! Terrific!
Monica: ...Oh! I-I see you moved the green
ottoman.
All: Uh-oh...
Monica: How-how did that happen?
Rachel: I dunno.. I-I thought it looked better there.
And I- and also, it's an extra seat around the coffee
table.
Monica: Yeah, yeah, it's interesting.. but y'know what? Just
for fun, let's see what it looked like in the old spot. (She moves it.) All
right, just to compare. Let's see. Huh, well, it looks good there too. Let's just
leave it there for a while.
Phoebe: (to Rachel) I can't believe you tried to move the green
ottoman.
Chandler: Thank God you didn't try to fan
out the magazines. I mean, she'll scratch your eyes right out.
Monica: You guys, I am not that bad!
Phoebe: Yeah, you are, Monica. Remember when I lived with you?
You were like, a little, y'know, (psycho) Ree! Ree! Ree! Ree!
Monica: That is so unfair!
Ross: Oh c'mon! When we were kids, yours was the only
Raggedy Ann doll that wasn't raggedy!
Monica: Okay, so I'm responsible, I'm organised. But hey, I can
be a kook.
Ross: Alright, you madcap gal. Try
to imagine this. The phone bill arrives, but you don't pay it right away.
Monica: Why not?
Ross: Because you're a kook! Instead you wait until they send
you a notice.
Monica: I could do that.
Rachel: Okay, uh, you let me go grocery shopping, and I buy
laundry detergent, but it's not the one with the easy-pour spout.
Monica: Why would someone do that?! ...One might wonder.
Chandler: Someone's left a glass on the coffee table. There's
no coaster. It's a cold drink, it's a hot day. Little
beads of condensation are inching their way closer and closer to the surface of
the wood...
Monica: STOP IT!! ...Oh my God. It's true! Who am I?
Ross: Monica? You're Mom.
(Monica gasps.)
Phoebe: Ree! Ree! Ree! Ree! Ree!
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