The one with Gabriella|| Joey Tribbiani |||

7

Gabby and joey was laying in the bed cuddeling.

Joey: so i was thinking!

Gabriella: okey ?

Joey: vuoi essere la mia ragazza? (Translate: Do you wanna be my girlfriend?)

Gabriella: omg si ti amo così tanto.( Omg yes i love you so much)

Joey:ti amo anch'io tesoro. ( i love you too honey)

...

Chandler: OK, what is it about me? Do I not look fun enough? Is there something. . . repellant. . . about me?

Gabriella : So, how was the party?

Chandler : Well it couldn't have been worse. A woman literally passed through me. OK, so what is it, am I hideously unattractive?

Phoebe : No, you are not, you are very attractive. You know what, I go through the exact same thing. Every time I put on a little weight, I start questioning everyting.

Chandler : Woah, woah, I've put on a little weight?

Phoebe : No, not Weight ... y'know, more like insulation.

Monica : Chandler, I'm unemployed and in dire need of a project. Ya wanna work out? I can remake you.

Chandler : Oh, you know, I would, but that might get in the way of my lying around time.

Monica : Please.

All: C'mon. Let her. Yeah.

Chandler : Alright, OK, alright. But if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm goin' home.

Phoebe : Your boobs are fine. Look, I never should have said anything. Come here. Come here. [hugs Chandler but holds her hands apart behind his back] Oh, can't make.... hands... meet....

...

Chandler : [slowly lifts coffee cup to his mouth] Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. [slowly sets the cup back down] Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. [Joey intercepts the cup and puts it down for him]. She's insane, the woman is insane. It's before work, it's after work, it's during work. She's got me doing butt clenches at my desk. And now, they won't bring me my mail anymore.

[Phoebe enters.]

Gabriella: Hey Phoebs, how'd it go with Scott last night?

Phoebe : Oh, um, it was nice. Took him to a romantic restraunt, ordered champagne, nice.

Joey: The guy still won't put out, huh?

Phoebe : Nope. Zilch, nothin', uh-uh.

All: Sorry Phoebs.

Phoebe: Look, I, y'know, I don't mind taking it slow, I like him a lot, y'know he's really interesting and he's really sweet and why won't he give it up?

Gabriella : Maybe he, uhh... drives his car on the other side of the road, if ya know what I mean.

Phoebe : No, whad'ya mean? He's not British.

Joey: Maybe he's. . . gay.

Phoebe : Oohh, um, no, I don't think that's the problem. 'Cause we went, um, dancing the other night and the way he held me so close, and the way he was looking into my eyes I just like... definitely felt something.

Rachel: Yeah, but how much can you tell from a look?

Phoebe : No, I felt it on my hip. You could tell.

[Monica enters.]

Monica: [to Chandler] Yo, Bing. Racquetball in 15 minutes.

Chandler: Joey, be a pal. Lift up my hand and smack her with it.