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|Script Saison 3 Episode 6|
Titre US : The One With The Flashback
Titre FR : Celui qui se souvient
Écrit par Marta Kauffman et David Crane
Réalisé par Peter Bonerz
Transcrit par Eric Aasen
Traduit par Frédéric Neiller
Phoebe : Wow, it's like a dirty math problem.
Ross : Uh, sorry the answer there would be...none of us.
Janice : Come on! Over the years none of you ever got, y'know, drunk and stupid?
Joey : Well, that's really a different question.
Janice : I'm sorry, I find it hard to believe that a group of people who spends as much time together as you guys do has never bumped uglies.
Joey : Well, there was that one time that Monica and Rachel got together. (laughs)
Monica and Rachel : What?!!
Rachel : Excuse me, there was no time!
Joey : Okay, but let's say there was. How might that go?
Janice : Okay, okay, well then answer me this. Have any of you ever ... almost?
[Everyone looks at each other nervously]
Rachel : Does anybody need more coffee?
Ross : Yeah, I'll take some.
Joey : Hey, there's a dog out there!
[Chandler pretends to notice something on the ceiling]
[Graphic: "Three Years Earlier"]
Ross : What?
Phoebe : Cute naked guy is really starting to put on weight.
Monica : (entering from bedroom) Okay, I'll be back in just a minute. Oh, Phoebe I'm sorry that I left lipstick marks on the phone.
Phoebe : You didn't leave lipstick marks on the phone.
Monica : Oh, then it must've been you. Bye. (leaves)
Phoebe : (angrily) Bye-bye! (to Ross) That's why I moved out.
Ross : Hey, y'know while we're on that, when are you gonna tell my sister that you don't live here anymore.
Phoebe : I think on some levels she already knows.
Ross : Phoebe, she doesn't know that you sneak out every night, she doesn't know that you sneak back every morning, and she doesn't know that you've been living at your Grandmother's for a week now.
Phoebe : Okay, well maybe not on those levels ...
Chandler : (entering, with a goatee) Hey.
Ross : Hey.
Chandler : I'm never gonna find a roommate, ever.
Phoebe : Why, nobody good?
Chandler : Well, let's see ... there was the guy with the ferrets ... that's plural ... the spitter ... oh-ho, and yes, the guy who enjoyed my name so much he felt the need to make a little noise every time he said it: "Nice to meet you, Chandler Bing - BING!", "Great apartment, Chandler Bing - BING!"
Ross : So how many more do you have tomorrow?
Chandler : Two. This photographer, who seemed really dull. And this actor guy, who I'm not sure about, because, uh, when he called and I answered the phone "Chandler Bing," he said "Whoa-whoa, short message."
Monica : (entering, sees Ross with his foot on the coffee table) Ross, foot on the floor or come over no more!
Ross : (to Phoebe) Sure, your dresser is missing but this she notices.
Monica : What?
Ross : I have to go. Yeah, Carol should be home by now, soo...
Chandler : Umm, how's it going with you guys?
Ross : Oh, better, actually. Y'know I-I-I think I finally figured out why we were having so much trouble lately.
Phoebe : Oh, really?
Ross : Yeah, y'know how I have you guys, well she doesn't have any close friends that are just hers, but last week she meet this woman at the gym, Susan something, and they really hit it off, and I-I-I think it's gonna make a difference
Eric : Oh, mostly fashion, so there may be models here from time to time, I hope that's cool.
Chandler : Yes, that is cool. Because I have models here y'know......never.
Eric : Oh, yeah, during the summer, I spend most weekends at my sister's beach house, which you are welcome to use by the way. Although, I should probably tell you, she's a porn star. (Chandler breaks his pencil in half)
Chandler : Well, listen I ah, still have one more person to ah meet, but unless it turns out to be your sister, I think you're chances are pretty good. (Eric offers to shake hands) All right. (Chandler hugs him)
Joey : Don't you ah, don't you wanna ask me any questions?
Chandler : Sure. Ummm. What's up?
Joey : Well, ah, I'm an actor. I'm fairly neat. I ah, I got my own TV. Oh, and don't worry I'm totally okay with the gay thing.
Chandler : What gay thing?
Joey : Ah, just, y'know in general the whole "people being gay", thing. I'm totally cool with that.
(Joey is leaving and notices Monica, as Monica notices him)
Monica : Hi.
Joey : Hey!
(Joey leaves and Monica mouths to Chandler "Oh my God!")
Monica : Hey-hey-hey. You wanna hear something that sucks.
Chandler : Do I ever.
Monica : Chris says they're closing down the bar.
Chandler : No way!
Monica : Yeah, apparently they're turning it into some kinda coffee place.
Chandler : Just coffee? Where are we gonna hang out now?
Monica : Got me.
Chandler : (to bartender) Can I get a beer, please?
Monica : Hey, did you pick a roommate?
Chandler : You betcha!
Monica : Is it the Italian guy?
Chandler : Um-mm, yeah right!
Monica : He's so cute.
Chandler : Oh yes, and that's what I want: a roommate that I can walk around with and be referred to as "the funny one".
Monica : Oh look, the pool table's free. Rack 'em up. I'll be back in just a minute. Get ready for me to whip your butt.
Chandler : Okay, but after that, we're shootin' some pool.
Rachel : (sitting at a table with some of her friends) (to waitress) Oh, um, no, no, no, no excuse me, hello. Hi. My friend ordered an onion, not an olive, and uh I ordered a rum and Diet Coke, which I don't think this is.
Waitress : I am so sorry.
Rachel : That's all right. (to her friends) I mean how hard is it to get a couple drinks right, huh?
Friend 1 : Well, I would like to propose a toast: to the woman, who in one year from today, will become Mrs. Dr. Barry Farber DDS.
Rachel : Ummm, I think it's time to see the ring again. (holds her hand out and they all scream)
Friend 2 : Oh, isn't it exciting, I mean it's like having a boyfriend for life.
Rachel : (clears her throat) Yeah, I know.
Friend 1 : What?
Rachel : Oh, I don't know. Well maybe it's just the idea of Barry for the rest of my life. I don't know I think I feel like I need to have one last fling, y'know, just to sorta get it out of my system. (Chandler is listening in very intensely)
Friend 1 : Rachel stop!
Friend 2 : You're so bad!
Rachel : I'm serious, I really, I think I need just to have some...meaningless, sex y'know, with the next guy I see.
(Chandler throws the cue ball under there table)
Chandler : Excuse me, I seem to have dropped my ball.
Rachel : Yeah, so?
Chandler : (picks it up) And now I've picked it up again. (walks over to Monica)
Monica : Oh my God, I went to high school with her. (to Rachel, despite Chandler's visual objections) Rachel! Hi!
Rachel : Monica! Look! Hi! What do ya think? (shows her, her ring)
Monica : Oh my God, you can't even see where the Titanic hit it.
Rachel : Yes, his name is Barry, he's a doctor, thank you very much.
Monica : Awww, just like you always wanted. Congratulations
Rachel : Thank you. So how-how 'bout you, are-are you seeing anybody?
Monica : Aww, not right now.
Rachel : Oh, but that's okay.
Monica : I know.
Rachel : Yeah.
(an awkward silence)
Monica : So, I think I'll get-get back to my friend.
Rachel : Oh, yeah, sure, sure, sure, sure. (points at Chandler, who holds up the cue ball) Listen, can we please have lunch the next time I'm in the city?
Monica : Oh, that'd be great.
Rachel : Okay!
Monica : Thanks.
Rachel : Bye!
Monica : Bye! (to Chandler) Ten bucks says, I never see that woman again in my life.
Phoebe : So what are they doing?
Ross : I don't know, somethin' girlie.
Phoebe : (to Monica, who's entering) Hey, you're early.
Monica : What are you doing with the lamp?
Phoebe : I'm just taking it to get re-wired.
Monica : Oh, well don't take it to the same place you took the stereo, 'cause they've had that thing for over a week.
(There is a knock on the door, Phoebe answers it, its Mr. Heckles)
Phoebe : No, no, Mr. Heckles no one is making any noise up here.
Mr. Heckles : You're disturbing my oboe practice.
Phoebe : You don't play the oboe!
Mr. Heckles : I could play the oboe!
Phoebe : Then I'm gonna have to ask you to keep it down. (slams the door in his face, turns around, clapping triumphantly)
(in the hallway, Eric is moving in)
Mr. Heckles : (to Eric) Who are you?
Eric : Hi, I'm Eric, I'm gonna be Chandler's new roommate.
Mr. Heckles : I'm Chandler's new roommate.
Eric : I-I-I don't think so.
Mr. Heckles : I could be Chandler's new roommate.
Eric : But, he told me over the phone.
Mr. Heckles : He told me in person.
Eric : That's weird.
Mr. Heckles : Well, I'm going to go into my new apartment now. (goes over to the door furtively and opens it) Ehh? (as if opening the door is proof, so Eric leaves)
(inside Chandler's apartment, Chandler is coming in from his bedroom, sees Mr. Heckles, and screams)
Joey : Hey! (goes into the apartment)
Chandler : (leaving to go to work) Hey!
Monica : Thank you soo, much.
Chandler : Oh, don't thank me, thank the jerk that never showed up. Okay, I gotta get to work.
(Joey comes back into the hallway and starts to pick up a heavy box)
Monica : You want some help with that?
Joey : Oh, no thanks, I got it. (picks it up) No I don't!
Monica : Whoa! Are you okay?
Joey : Yeah, phew! Stood up too fast, got a little head rush.
Monica : It's the heat. (has her hand on his chest, and then pulls it away, clearing her throat) And-and the humidity.
Joey : That's a uh, that's a tough combination.
Monica : Do you wanna come in for some lemonade?
Joey : Like you wouldn't believe. (they go into the apartment) Wow! This is a great place.
Monica : Thank you. Just make yourself comfortable.
Joey : Gotcha (gives her a wink and a knowing look).
Monica : This place is really my Grandmother's. (Joey starts to take off all of his clothes, while Monica's back is to him as she gets the glasses and pours the lemonade) I got it from her when she moved to Florida, otherwise I could never afford a place like this. So if the landlord ever asks, I'm an 87 year old woman, who's afraid of her VCR. You thirsty?
Joey : Oh, you bet I am!
Monica : (turning around) Okay, here's your penis!
Joey : You said "you wanna come in for some lemonade"?
Monica : So?!
Joey : Whoa, ah!! We're you just gonna give me some lemonade?
Monica : Yeah-huh!! Cover yourself up!
Joey : Oh right, sorry.
Monica : I don't believe this! When someone asks you in for lemonade, and to you that means they wanna have sex?
Joey : Well usually...yeah! Well, not just lemonade, iced tea, sometimes juice. Well, sorry, I just, I thought you liked me. I'm such a jerk.
Monica : It's okay. I suppose it could happen to anyone, not anyone I know, but... By the way I can still see it.
Phoebe : Huh?
Monica : Where's your bed?
Phoebe : It's not in the apartment? (Monica gives a "Come on" look) Oh no. I can't believe this is happening again.
Monica : What?
Phoebe : Okay, enough with the third degree! I-I've, I don't live here anymore.
Monica : What are you talking about?
Phoebe : I'm sorry, I-I-I-I don't live here anymore. I-I didn't know how to tell you, but y'know everybody else knows!
Monica : Everybody knows?
Phoebe : That was supposed to be a good thing, I forget why. Monica, I, do you know, okay, do you know, I couldn't sleep for like a month because I got like a dot of ink on one of the sofa cushions.
Monica : Well, you-you coulda just turned the cushion over.
Phoebe : Yeah, I would've except I had a big spaghetti stain on the other side.
Monica : (freaks out) What?!?!
Phoebe : Okay, this is what I'm talking about, this. I-I need to live in a land where people can spill.
Monica : You can spill. In the sink.
Phoebe : Aw, honey it's not your fault, y'know this is who you are, and I love you, and I want us to be friends, and if I keep living here I don't see that happening.
Monica : I love you, too.
Phoebe : Aww, good. (they hug) What?
Monica : What? I'm just sad.
Phoebe : No you're not, you're wondering which cushion it is.
Joey : Baywatch.
Chandler : What's it about?
Joey : Lifeguards.
Chandler : Well, it sounds kinda stu... (looks at the TV) Who's she?
Joey : Nicole Eggert. We like her.
(Baywatch goes into one of those running scenes)
Chandler : Wow! Look at them run.
Joey : They do that a lot. Hey, you want a beer?
Chandler : Yeah, I'll go get one.
Joey : No, no, no, don't get up, I got a cooler right here (reaches next to the sofa and pulls a beer for Chandler, who nods appreciatively).
Monica : Hey.
Chandler : Do you have any beers? We're out of beers.
Monica : (depressed) Help yourself.
Chandler : You okay?
Monica : Phoebe moved out.
Chandler : Right.
Monica : I don't understand, I mean am I so hard to live with, is this why I don't have a boyfriend?
Chandler : Noo!! You don't have a boyfriend because....I don't, I don't know why you don't have a boyfriend. You should have a boyfriend.
Monica : I think so.
Chandler : Oh-ho, come here. (goes and hugs her) Listen, you are one of my favourite people and the most beautiful woman I've ever known in real life.
Phoebe : Oh, it's already closed, Chris gave me the keys to lock up-what is wrong?
Ross : My marriage, I think my marriage is um, is kinda over.
Phoebe : Oh no! Why?
Ross : 'Cause Carol's a lesbian. (Phoebe is shocked) And, and I'm not one. And apparently it's not a mix and match situation.
Phoebe : Oh my God! I don't believe it! Oh, you poor puppy.
Ross : (sets out 6 shotglasses) I'm an idiot. I mean I shoulda seen it, I mean Carol and I'd be out and she'd, she'd see some beautiful woman, and, and she'd be "Ross y'know look at her", and I'd think, "God, my wife is cool"! (realizes that the bottle he's pouring is empty)
Phoebe : Aw! Hey, do you think that Susan person is her lover?
Ross : (after some thought) Well, now I do!!
Phoebe : I'm sorry.
Ross : (comes out from behind bar) Seven years. I mean we've been together seven years, she's the only woman who's ever loved me, she's the only woman I've-I've ever....
Phoebe : Aw, God Ross. Oh.(goes over and hugs him)
Monica : I know, it is isn't it?
Chandler : No, I mean it, this feels really good. Is it a hundred percent cotton?
Monica : Yeah! And I got it on sale, too.
Chandler : Anyway, I should go, one of the lifeguards was just about to dismantle a nuclear device.
Monica : Well, if you wanna get a drink later we can.
Chandler : Oh yeah, that sounds great. (starts to leave) Oh, and listen, it's, it's gonna be....
Monica : I know. Thanks. (Chandler leaves)
Phoebe : I know no, no, y'know you don't deserve this, you don't Ross. You're, you're really, you're so good. (kisses him on the cheek)
Ross : Thanks.
Phoebe : And you're so sweet. (kisses him on the other cheek)
Ross : Thanks.
Phoebe : And you're kind (kisses him on the lips)
Ross : Thanks. (kisses her on the lips)
(They pause, and then start kissing passionately, and taking off each others' clothes, and they start to lie down on the pool table)
Ross : Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Phoebe : Huh?
(Ross tries to clear off the pool table by knocking the balls to the other end of the table, but they all bounce back, and he frantically starts to throw them into the pockets)
Phoebe : Okay, it's okay. (she stops him with a few balls left on the table, then jumps on to the table and lays down, Ross follows her and hits his head on the light hanging over the pool table)
Phoebe : Oh. (they start kissing again)
Ross : Wait, wait, wait.
Phoebe : What?
Ross : My foot is stuck in the pocket.
Phoebe : What?
Ross : No, I can't get it out.
Phoebe : Well, that's not something a girl wants to hear.
Ross : No, come on don't start. (they start kissing again) Ow!
Phoebe : What?
Ross : Stupid balls are in the way. (holds up two balls - the 8 and 2 - black and blue. They both look at each other and start laughing ... a bit too genuinely ... then sit up. Ross hits his head on the lamp again)
Ross : Oh well. It probably wouldn't've been the most constructive solution.
Phoebe : You have chalk on your face.
Ross : Huh? (the rest of the gang enters)
Phoebe : Oh, Ross you're right, I don't know why I always thought this was real grass.
Monica : Honey, are you okay?
Ross : My wife's a lesbian.
Joey : Cool!!
Chandler : Ross-Joey, Joey-Ross. (they shake hands)
Rachel : Don't say anything. I don't wanna speak, I don't wanna think. I just want you to take me and kiss me and make love to me right here, right now.
(She hits the jukebox like the Fonz, and "The Time of the Season" starts to play, as they start to kiss)
Friend 2 : Rachel! Rachel! (stirs Rachel from her dream, she's in her car driving back from the city)
Rachel : What?
Friend 2 : You missed the exit!
Rachel : Oh, sorry.
Friend 1 : My God, what were you thinking about?
Rachel : Um, (shyly) Barry.
Friend 1 and Friend 2 : Awwww !