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| Gosh Monica, you're so thin and cute and neurotic... I love you. Will you marry me? | |
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| Oh Chandler, that is SO 1999. Why can't you just admit you've got a drugs problem and THEN we can get together! | |
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| Fuck off you uptight bitch! Can't you see that I've given up on this silly little sitcom and am working on my film career? Christ, didn't my ever-chaning haircut suggest anything to you, you dim fuck? | |
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| Joey, why are you so stupid? | |
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