Parker: My God what a fantastically well lit hallway!
Phoebe: Can I get you something to drink? Like a water and Valium?
Parker: I must say this apartment, its, its, There are no words¡¦
Phoebe: Oh thank God.
Parker: It's a haven. A third-floor paradise. A modern-day Eden in the midst¡¦
Phoebe: Yeah? I know! I know! Uh huh? Listen why don't we just um, sit and relax? You know just be with each other. Quietly! ..
Parker: That sounds great. (Sits down) My God this is the most comfortable couch I've ever sat on in my entire life. (Bounces on couch)
Phoebe: Let's try something else, let's play a game.
Parker: I love games!
Phoebe: Shocking! Let's play the game of who can stay quiet the longest. (Giggles)
Parker: Or¡¦Jenga.
Phoebe: But, let's play this one first. And remember whoever talks first loses!
(They sit back)
Parker: I lose, now Jenga.
Phoebe: Oh my God! Oh my God!
Parker: Is something wrong?
Phoebe: Wrong? Really? You know the word wrong. Everything isn't perfect? Everything isn't magical? Everything isn't a glow with the light of a million fairies? They were just brake lights, Parker! ..
Parker: Well, excuse me for putting a good spin on a traffic jam!
Phoebe: You don't have to put a good spin on everything.
Parker: I'm sorry that's who I am. I'm a positive person.
Phoebe: No! I am a positive person. You are like Santa Clause on Prozac, at Disneyland, getting laid having a sex!
Parker: So what do you want me to do, you want me to be more negative, less happy?
Phoebe: Much less happy!
Parker: Fine! Well then to quote Ross, "I'd better be going."
Phoebe: So long! Don't let the best door in the world hit you in the ass on your way out! (He exits and she slams the door behind him.)
(There's a knock on door, and Phoebe opens it.)
Parker: Isn't this the most incredible fight you've ever had in your entire life?
Parker: That sounds great. (Sits down) My God this is the most comfortable couch I've ever sat on in my entire life. (Bounces on couch) ÁÁ¾Æ¿ä.. ¼¼»ó¿¡.. ÀÌ°Ç ³»Æò»ý ¾É¾Æº» ¼ÒÆÄÁß °¡Àå Æí¾ÈÇϳ׿ä..
Phoebe: Let's try something else, let's play a game. ¿ì¸® ´Ù¸¥°É Á» ÇÏÁÒ.. ¿ì¸®.. °ÔÀÓÇØ¿ä..
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Phoebe: Much less happy! ÈξÀ ´ú ÇູÇßÀ½ÇØ¿ä..
Parker: Fine! Well then to quote Ross, "I'd better be going." ÁÁ¾Æ¿ä.. ·Î½ºÀÇ ¸»À» ÀοëÇؾ߰ڱº¿ä.. "ÀÌÁ¦ °¡ºÁ¾ß °Ú¾î¿ä"
Phoebe: So long! Don't let the best door in the world hit you in the ass on your way out! (He exits and she slams the door behind him.) ¾È³çÈ÷ °¡¼¼¿ä. ¼¼»ó¿¡¼ °¡Àå ¸ÚÁø ¹®¿¡ ´ç½Å ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ ´ÙÄ¡Áö ¾Ê°Ô Á¶½ÉÇØ¿ä.
(There's a knock on door, and Phoebe opens it.)
Parker: Isn't this the most incredible fight you've ever had in your entire life? ³» »ý¾Ö¿¡¼ °¡Àå ¸ÚÁø ½Î¿òÀ̾ú¾î¿ä..