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(Enter Joey)
All: Hey, Joey. Hey, buddy.
Monica: So, how'd it go?
Joey: Ahhhhhh, I didn't get the job.
Ross: How could you not get it? You were Santa last year.
Joey: I dunno. Some fat guy's sleeping with the store manager.
He's not even jolly, it's all political.
Monica: So what are you gonna be?
Joey: Ah, I'm gonna be one of his helpers.
It's just such a slap in the face, y'know?
Rachel: Hey, do you guys know what you're doing for New Year's?
(They all protest and hit her with cushions) Gee, what?! What is wrong with New
Year's?
Chandler: Nothing for you, you have
Paolo. You don't have to face the horrible pressures of
this holiday: desperate scramble to find anything with lips
just so you can have someone to kiss when the ball drops!!
Man, I'm talking loud!
Rachel: Well, for your information,
Paolo is gonna be in Rome this New Year, so I'll be just as
pathetic as the rest
of you.
Phoebe: Yeah, you wish!
Chandler: It's just that I'm sick of being a victim of this
Dick Clark holiday. I say this year, no dates, we make a pact. Just the six of
us -- dinner.
All: Yeah, okay. Alright.
Chandler: Y'know, I was hoping
for a little more enthusiasm.
All: Woooo! Yeah! |
