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7x02 – TOW Rachel’s Book


Monica and Chandler start their wedding planning.


Chandler: Why are napping over here instead of over at your place.
Joey: Ah, the duck.
Rachel: What, the duck? What the hell did the damn duck do now?
Joey: Uh, well, he did not get sick somewhere in there and it was immediately found and properly cleaned up.
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Joey: Guys, guys, you gotta let me nap. I’m going to get cranky.
Rachel: Joey, there is a perfectly good couch across the hall.
Joey: Yes, it is perfectly good and it is not one of the places the duck got sick.
Rachel: What?
Joey: All right, I’m gonna go.
Rachel: Joey, what did the duck do?
Joey: I don’t know, but he did not eat your face cream.



Rachel: Hey, Joey. What are you doing?
Joey: Sweeping. Why? Does it turn you on?
Rachel: No.
Joey: Hmm. What if I was sweeping a chimney?
Rachel: Joey, did you eat my face cream?
Joey: Where are you going? The vicar won’t be home for hours.
Rachel: Joey, where did you learn that word?
Joey: Where do you think…Zelda?
Rachel: You found my book?
Joey: Yeah, I did!
Rachel: Joey, what are you doing going into my bedroom?
Joey: I’m sorry. I went in there to take a nap and I know I shouldn’t have, but you got porn!
Rachel: God, I cannot believe you invaded my privacy like that.
Joey: Whoa, Zelda! Now, you seem a little tense. Maybe you’d relax if I gave you a nice milk bath.
Rachel: Ok, you know what? I don’t even like that part.
Joey: Oh, I do.
Rachel: You know what? I don’t care. I’m not ashamed of my book. There’s nothing wrong with a woman enjoying a little erotica. It’s just a healthy expression of female sexuality, which, by the way, is something that you will never understand.
Joey: You got porn!


Joey: Hey, Rach.
Rachel: Joey.
Joey: Hey, Rach, do you smell smoke?
Rachel: Uh-huh, I get it. Smoke, chimney, chimney sweep. Very funny. Ha, ha.
Joey: No, no, no, I’m serious. You don’t smell it? Something’s on fire.
Rachel: I don’t smell anything.
Joey: Oh, you know what? It’s probably just your burning loins!
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Rachel: You know, I cannot believe you told him, Joey.






Joey: Hello, Zelda.
Rachel: Who are you supposed to be?
Joey: The vicar.
Rachel: Do you even know what a vicar is?
Joey: Like a goalie, right?
Rachel: Yeah. Look Joey, that’s enough. All right? The joke’s over. I’m sick of it.
Joey: You mean this isn’t the sweet torment you’ve been waiting all your life for?
Rachel: Joey, I’m serious, all right? It’s enough. You keep making these stupid jokes and these sleazy innuendos and it’s, I’m not, it’s just not funny anymore!
Joey: All right, I’m sorry. Rach, I’m sorry, ok? I’m sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you by taking you roughly in the barn.
Rachel: Ugh. All right, you know what? That’s it. You want to do it? Let’s do it.
Joey: Huh?
Rachel: That’s right. I want to do it with you. I’ve been trying to fight it, but you just said all the right things.
Joey: Uh, I did?
Rachel: Yeah. Oh, I’ve been waiting so long to get on that body.
Joey: This body?
Rachel: Yeah, that’s right. Come on, Joey, sex me up.
Joey: Hey, you’re starting to sound like the butcher’s wife there in chapter 7.
Rachel: Oh, come on now. Don’t keep me waiting. Take those clothes off, but I would keep that helmet on because you’re in for a rough ride.
Joey: I don’t want to. I’m scared.

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Joey: Ah, the duck. Rachel: What, the duck? What the hell did the damn duck do now?

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