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[Scene: Chandler and Monica's. Chandler's taking off the hinges of the door with a hammer.]
Chandler: Not too shabby. I got this off myself...using my wife's tools. (He takes the door off, revealing a closet packed tight with a bunch of miscellaneous junk. There are baskets, a box, a globe, a shovel and other stuff) Oh my God!!
(Monica comes home and gasps.)
Monica: How did you get in there?!!
(Chandler laughs.)
Chandler: You're messy.
Monica: Oh no, you weren't supposed to see this!
Chandler: I married Fred Sanford!
Monica: No, Chandler, you don't understand! (He sings what I guess is the theme to the show) Ok, ok, fine, now you know! I'm, I'm, I'm sick!!
Chandler: Hey, you're not sick. I don't love you because you're organized. I love you in spite of that.
Monica: Really? You promise you won't tell anyone?
Chandler: I promise. And now that I know, if I've got some extra stuff lying around, can we, can we share the closet?
Monica: Oh. Well, it's just, um. I'm afraid you might mess it up.
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[Scene: Chandler and Monica's. Chandler's taking off the hinges of the door with a hammer.]
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Chandler: Not too shabby. I got this off myself...using my wife's tools. (He takes the door off, revealing a closet packed tight with a bunch of miscellaneous junk. There are baskets, a box, a globe, a shovel and other stuff) Oh my God!!
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(Monica comes home and gasps.)
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(Chandler laughs.)
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Chandler: You're messy.
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Monica: Oh no, you weren't supposed to see this!
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Chandler: I married Fred Sanford!
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Monica: No, Chandler, you don't understand! (He sings what I guess is the theme to the show) Ok, ok, fine, now you know! I'm, I'm, I'm sick!!
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Chandler: Hey, you're not sick. I don't love you because you're organized. I love you in spite of that.
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Monica: Really? You promise you won't tell anyone?
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Chandler: I promise. And now that I know, if I've got some extra stuff lying around, can we, can we share the closet?
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Monica: Oh. Well, it's just, um. I'm afraid you might mess it up.
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