9. 225559 - The One Where Ross Got High (第6季)【完整台词】

Who else is going to be there? Her friends.

Her dancer friends? Yes! All right? All of her hot dancer friends are gonna be there.

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and they'll be drinking and dancing and we really want to go! Dude, we were good.

You're not going.

You said you'd eat here and you'll eat here.

Yeah, and leaving us to go see hot dancer girls.

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is not very Thanksgiving-y.

Oh, but it is.

It's like the first Thanksgiving when the lndians and Pilgrims sat down.

Then the lndians taught the Pilgrims.

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what it meant to be hot in the New World! -Hello, everybody! -Hi! Hi, Dad.

Mom.

Look! Look who it is! It's Chandler! Oh, yes, of course.

Hello, Chandler.

Mr.

and Mrs.

Geller, you look wonderful.

It is great to have you here.

Let us take your coats.

Whoa, it snowing out there? No.

Monica, all this food looks wonderful.

You should do this for a living.

Okay, I have dandruff.

There's no need to laugh and point.

Chandler was laughing at your joke.

My joke wasn't funny.

Rach, I just remembered.

I had a dream about Mr.

Geller last night.

Really? I dreamt that he saved me from a burning building.

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and he was so brave and so strong.

And it's making me look at him totally differently.

He used to be just "Jack Geller, Monica and Ross' dad.

" Now he's "Jack Geller, dream hunk.

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To me, he'll always be "Jack Geller.

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walks in while you're changing.

" You know, Dad, Chandler is one of Ross' very best friends.

Ross sure is a great guy.

I've always felt that how a man turns out.

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is a reflection on his father.

I always thought that too.

Tell me, what does your father do? He's a headliner of a.

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gay burlesque show.

You're killing us.

Will you serve the dessert already? There's drunken dancers a-waiting! Look at it.

Isn't it beautiful? Yeah.

What is it? It's a trifle.

It's got all these layers.

First there's a layer of ladyfingers, then jam.

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then custard, which I made from scratch.

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then raspberries, more ladyfingers.

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