Uptown Girl | Joey Tribbiani

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"And then today I just stopped and said, what if I don't wanna be a shoe?" She questioned herself. "What if I want to be a purse, ya know? Or a hat?" She waited for her father to respond.

"No I don't want you to buy me a hat!" She yelled. "I'm saying that I am a hat! It's a metaphor daddy!"

"You can see where he'd have trouble," Ross joked.

"Look daddy, it's my life," she paused. "Well, maybe I'll just stay here with Monica," Rachel suggested. At that point everyone had turned to see Monica's reaction.

"Well I guess we've established, she's staying here with Monica."

"Well, maybe that's my decision," Rachel continued. "Well maybe I don't need your money," she scoffed.

"Wait, wait! I said maybe!"

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Some time later everyone had stopped watching the television and Phoebe, Samantha, and Monica were comforting Rachel. Who held a brown paper bag and was breathing into it, hard. Samantha had taken the time to change into a comfier pair of clothes that Monica had leant her.

"Okay, just breathe," Monica soothed her. "That's it."

"Yeah Rach, it's all gonna be okay," Samantha chimed in.

"Just try to think of nice, calm things."

"Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens. Doorbells and sleigh bells, and something with mittens," Phoebe sang. Rachel stopped breathing into the bag and looked to Phoebe. "La la la, something with string. These are a few-"

"I'm all better now," Rachel interrupted.

"I helped," Phoebe celebrated and turned to the three boys behind her.

"Okay look, this is probably for the best you know," Monica continued. "Independence. Taking control of your life."

"Yeah, I mean something like this was bound to happen at some point," Samantha added. "Better now than... later."

"And hey, you need anything," Joey spoke, as he walked over. "You can always come to Joey." He placed his hand on her should and held a sandwich in the other.

"Me and Chandler live right across the hall." He used his sandwich to point. "And he's away a lot," he flirted.

"Joey stop hitting on her," Monica scoffed. "It's her wedding day."

"What? Like there's a rule or something?"

"Just a little one," Samantha answered holding her pointer finger and thumb a centimeter apart.

"What about you?" Joey smirked. "Can I hit on you?"

Before she could answer the intercom buzzed and Chandler walked over. "Please don't do that again," he spoke. "It's a horrible sound."

"Uh, it's Paul." Rachel and Samantha shared a confused look.

"Who's Paul?" Joey asked.