Friends S02E07 1d
What is it about me? Do I not look fun enough? Is there something repellent about me? How was the party? It couldn't have been worse. A woman literally passed through me. What is it? Am I hideously unattractive? No, you are not. You are very attractive. I go through the same thing. When I put on a little weight, I question everything. I've put on weight? Did you want to...? No, not weight. More like insulation. I'm unemployed, in dire need of a project. Wanna work out? I can remake you. I would, but that might get in the way of my lying-around time. Please? Come on, let her do it! All right. If we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm going home. Your boobs are fine. I shouldn't have said anything. Come here. Come here! Can't make hands meet! The One Where Ross Finds Out Let's do it! What?
Nothing. Just never seen your little stretchy pants before. It's cute! And we're changing. Come on, give me five more! Five more! Five more and I'll flash you. One... ...two... ...two and a half. Just show me one of them. She's insane! The woman is insane. It's before work, after work, and during work. She's got me doing butt-clenches at my desk. And now they won't bring me my mail anymore. Just tell her you want to stop. I can't. All she get to work is all she can got. So that's why I was thinking, maybe we could all pitch in and buy her own restraunt. Hey, Pheebs. How'd it go with Scott? It was nice. Took him to a romantic restaurant... ...ordered champagne. Nice. He still won't put out? Nope. Zilch. Nothing. Sorry, Pheebs. Look, I don't mind taking it slow. I like him a lot. He's really interesting, and he's really sweet. Why won't he give it up? Maybe he drives his car on the other side of the road. If you know what I mean. No. What do you mean? He's not British. Maybe he's gay. I don't think that's the problem. We went dancing the other night... ...and just the way he held me so close and looked into my eyes... I just definitely felt something. But how much can you tell from a look? I felt it on my hip. I could tell. Yo, Bing! Racquetball in 20 minutes. Joey, be a pal. Lift up my hand and smack her with it. Oh, Rachel! Don't look. What?
