19. 465268 - The One With the Tiny T-Shirt (第3季)【完整台词】

I'm sorry.

It's not very fair to you.

Fair, shmair.

You know? You wanna get back at Ross, I am here for you.

Really.

I say we get back at him right here on this couch.

Right here! Oh, my God.

I'm sorry about this.

That's okay.

You sure? I can just go home and get back at him by myself.

--and should become the penicillin of the 2 1st century.

And so today, this hospital is about to take major steps.

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toward leading that revolution.

Can I ask you something? Where are we? Well, with all these doctors and nurses.

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I'm gonna say, "Midget Rodeo.

" Just tell me the truth.

You know, I don't think I told you this.

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but I just recently got out of a serious relationship.

Oh, right.

Wasn't that a year ago? So I did tell you.

That's not really the thing.

I'm just in a place in my life where I need to focus on me.

-Do you know what I mean? -Oh, I know.

-I so want to be attracted to you.

-But you're not.

Okay.

Good.

I'm sorry.

You know what? Don't be.

Don't be, because it's not so bad.

It's not? Yeah.

I know I'm no Jon Bon Jovi.

Or someone you find attractive.

I just think, you know.

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that you might end up feeling differently.

I don't want this to come out wrong.

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but you're awfully confident for a guy I said I wasn't attracted to.

Stupidly charming, isn't it? You wanna get something to eat? This place is kind of depressing.

Now the man who made all of this possible, Mr.

Peter Becker.

One second.

I don't think this town is big enough for the both of us to relax in.

Draw! I wasn't doing anything.

What did she do now? Just because she went to Yale, she thinks she's the greatest actress.

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since sliced bread.

Ah, Sliced Bread.

A wonderful Lady Macbeth.

I hate her.

I hate her with her "Oh, I'm so talented" .

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and "Oh, I'm so pretty," and "Oh, I smell so good.

" I think somebody has a crush on somebody.

Can we please try and stay focused on my problem here? I'm talking about you, you big, big freak.

You're out of your mind! You've done nothing but talk about her for 48 hours.

If you were in school, you'd be pulling her pigtails and pushing her down now.

Then how come I keep thinking about her.

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in all these sexual scenarios and stuff? Happy? ls that what I'm supposed to be, vic? Happy? Why don't you tell me what you're supposed to be, huh? Because I sure as hell can't figure it out.

I talk to you, and it's nothing.

You look at me, and nothing.

Nothing.

You guys make me fly! High! Okay, we're gonna pick it up here, tomorrow.