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Rachel: Well hello! Welcome to Monica's. May I take your coat?
Monica: Hi Steve!
Steve: Hello, Monica. Hello, greeter girl.
Monica: This is Rachel.
Steve: Yeah, OK.
Phoebe: Mmmmmm! Everything smells so delicious! You know, I can't remember a time I smelt such a delicious combination of [Monica signals her to stop] of, OK, smells.
Steve: It's a lovely apartment.
Monica: Oh, thank you. Would you like a tour?
Steve: I was just being polite, but, alright.
Rachel: What's up?
Phoebe: In the cab, on the way over, Steve blazed up a doobie.
Phoebe: Smoked a joint? You know, lit a bone? Weed? Hemp? Ganja?
Rachel: OK, OK. I'm with you, Cheech. OK.
Steve: Is it dry in here?
Rachel: No. Let me get you some wine!
MNCA: Yeah, I think we're ready for our first course. OK, um, these are rot-shrimp ravioli, and celantro pondou sauce... with just a touch of mints... and... ginger.
Steve: Well, slap my ass and call me Judy! These are fantastic!
MNCA: I'm so glad you liked them!
Steve: Like 'em? I could eat a hundred of them!
MNCA: Oh, well... um, that's all there are of those. But in about eight and a half minutes, we'll be serving some delicious onion tartlets.
Steve: Tartlets. Tartlets. Tartlets. The word has lost all meaning.
Rachel: Excuse me? Can I help you with anything?
Steve: You know, I don't know what I'm looking for.
Steve: Ah, cool! Taco shells! You know, these are... they're like a little corn envelope.
Monica: You know that? You don't want to spoil your appetite.
Steve: Hey! Sugar-O's!
Monica: You know, if you just wait another... six and a half minutes...
Steve: Macaroni and cheese! We gotta make this!
Monica: No, we don't.
Steve: Oh, OK.... Oh, sorry.
Monica: Why don't you just have a seat here? OK... give me the Gummi-bears.
Monica: Give them to me.
Steve: Alright, we'll share.
Monica: No, give me the...
Steve: Well then you can't have any. Man overboard! I think he's drowning. Hey fellows! Grab on a Sugar-O... save yourself!
Monica: That's it! Dinner is over!
Monica: Why? It's just that I've waited seven years for an opportunity like this, and you can't even wait four and a half minutes for a stupid onion tartlet?