10. 465260 - The One Where Rachel Quits (第3季)【完整台词】

One box? I'm trying to send a little girl to Space Camp.

I'm putting you down for 5 boxes.

What about you? All right.

Do you have any coconut-flavored deities? No, but there's coconut in the Hanukkah Menorah-eos.

I'll put you down for 8 boxes.

One for each night.

Mon? I'll take a box of the Mint Treasures.

One, and that's it.

I gained weight after I joined the Brown Birds.

Remember? Dad bought every one of my boxes and I ate them all.

No, Mon.

Dad had to buy every one of your boxes.

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because you ate them all.

But, you know, I'm sure that's not gonna happen this time.

Why don't I put you down for 3 Mint Treasures and a couple of Rudolphs? No.

Oh, come on, now.

You know you want them.

Don't do this.

I'll tell you what, I'll give you the first box for free.

Oh, God! I gotta go! Come on! All the cool kids are eating them.

And later, I'll show you why we don't just trap spiders.

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under coffee mugs and leave them there.

I'm training to be better at a job that I hate.

My life officially sucks! Wasn't this supposed to be temporary? You wanted to do fashion stuff.

Yeah, I'm still pursuing that.

How, exactly, are you pursuing that? Other than sending out resumes, like, what? Two years ago? Well, I'm also sending out.

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good thoughts.

If you ask me, as long as you got this job.

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you got nothing pushing you to get another one.

You need The Fear.

-The Fear? -He's right.

Quit this job, and you'll have motivation to go after a job you really want.

Why are you still at a job you hate? Why don't you quit and get The Fear? Because I'm too afraid.

I don't know.

I'd give anything to work for a designer or a buyer.

I just don't want to be 30 and still work here.

Yeah, that'd be much worse than being 28 and still working here.

Remind me to review with you which pot is decaf and which is regular.

Can't I just look at the handles on them? You would think.

Okay, fine.

Gunther, you know what? I am a terrible waitress.

Do you know why I'm a terrible waitress? Because I don't care.

I don't care which pot is regular and which pot is decaf.

I don't care where the tray spot is.

I just don't care.

This is not what I want to do.

So I don't think I should do it anymore.

-I'm giving my week's notice.

-What? Gunther, I quit.

Does this mean we have to start paying for coffee? Okay, 1 2.

Twenty-two.

Eighteen.

What? I spelled out "boobies" .

Put me down for another box of the Mint Treasures, okay? Where are the Mint Treasures? We're out.

I sold them all.

What? Monica, I'm cutting you off.

Just a couple more boxes.

It's no big deal, all right? I'm cool.

You gotta help me with a couple more boxes! Look at yourself.

You have cookie on your neck.

Oh, God! -So how many you sold so far? -Check this out.

-Five hundred and seventeen boxes! -Oh, my God! How did you do that? The other night I was leaving the museum.

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just as Laser Floyd was letting out of the planetarium.

Without even trying, I sold 50 boxes! That's when it occurred to me.

The key to my success: The munchies.

So I started hitting the NYU dorms around midnight.

I am selling cookies by the case.

They call me "Cookie Dude" ! Stop what you're doing.

I need envelope stuffers, stamp lickers.

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-Who did these resumes for you? -Me.

On my computer.

Yeah.