[Monica and Chandler each borrow money from Joey, forcing him to lie to them both until they find out.]
Rachel
Joey! Why did you tell Chandler that Monica was getting a boob job?
Joey, Chandler knows I borrowed the money.
Mm-hmm! For your boob job!
MRMonica, Rachel, Chandler
It's over, Joe!
Okay. So I'm out four thousand dollars and nobody's boobs are getting any bigger?
[The friends are about to arrange the lottery tickets, in a bowl at the breakfast table]
We need to sort through the tickets as quickly as possible to see if we won. Does anybody have any ideas how to organize this? [abruptly] How about this - we divide them into six groups of forty, and the remaining ten can be read by whoever finishes their pile first.
Rachel
[raising her hand] I have another idea!
Sorry, idea time is over!
Are all of the tickets in the bowl?
What about the ones on the nightstand?
There are no tickets on the nightstand!
Yes there are, I saw them a few minutes ago!
[Rachel goes to the nightstand to investigate]
[uncomfortably] No you didn't! You must be mistaken!
There were twenty tickets on the nightstand!
Chandler, sense the tone!
[Rachel returns with a bunch of tickets in her hand]
Rachel
Well, well, well, look what Mommy found! [everyone gasps]
Fine! I bought twenty extra tickets for me and Chandler!
[gasps] The psychic also said that I would be betrayed!
I can't believe this! I thought we were all in this together!
You just got in five minutes ago!
Three! I don't know why that's important!
I was with you the whole time we were in Connecticut! When did you get those?
When you were reading the dirty magazines without taking off the plastic!
[sniggers and turns to Ross] I'll show you how!
Rachel
Suppose one of your special tickets wins? How are you going to feel when you win the lottery and lose all your friends?
If I win the lottery you guys are not going to leave me! Someone gave me a basket of mini muffins last week and I couldn't get rid of you for three days!
Rachel
Chandler, would you tell her that what she did was wrong?!
[turns to Monica] She's right, you shouldn't have bought tickets just for us. [Monica gasps] Let me finish. [turns to Rachel] However, it doesn't look as though I'm going to get this job, so I can't afford to have principles. So screw you, the tickets are ours!! [snatches the tickets from an open-mouthed Rachel]
[jubilantly] There's the man I married! [high-fives Chandler]
Rachel
Believe me, if you win the lottery, it's the last you're going to hear from any of us!
Fine! Don't be my friends! I'll buy new friends! And then I'll pay for their plastic surgeries so they look just like you!
Rachel
That's it! I want my share of the tickets!
[snatches the bowl from Rachel] I want my tickets too! And I'm buying the Knicks! And Steffi Graf!
[snatches the bowl from Joey] I want mine too! And if I win I'm going to put it all into a very low-yield bond!
[tries to put all the tickets into the bowl] You guys! We've got to keep all the tickets together!
No! [snatches the bowl] We should divide them up, and I should get extra because we used my car to buy them!!
If anybody gets extra tickets it should be me; this whole thing was my idea!! [snatches the bowl]
Oh yeah! Thanks for inventing the lottery!!
Monica, look what I got to wear when I play at your restaurant! [Showcases a top hat and hand-held glasses] This might class up 'The Ballad of the Uncircumcised Man'!
Phoebe, maybe I wasn't clear before...I love listening to your music here, but my restaurant is an upscale place!
I'll ask the butler to fetch my diamonds out of the vault!
It's not what you wear, it's your songs! I don't think you should play at the restaurant anymore!
[disappointed] Oh...OK. I'll take the hat back. [puts the hat back in the bag and stamps on it]
Rachel
[After a pause] So...the funniest thing happened at work...
[Interrupting, to Monica] My songs aren't good enough for your restaurant?!
Rachel
We're still on that!
Then what's wrong with them? They don't go with your tiny portions of pretentious food?
"Excuse me, I ordered the smoked salmon appetizer, but [Wears the glasses] I cahn't see it! I cahn't see it!"
You want to talk quality? Ever heard of a key?! It's what some people sing in!!
At least my songs don't taste like garlic! [Monica opens her mouth] There are other ingredients!
So that's what we're doing?! When I'm in the coffee house bopping along to one of your songs, I'm wearing earplugs!
Earplugs, or cloves of garlic?
[Gets up abruptly] I take back what I said before! You keep playing, because with your music driving people inside, my bar sales have gone up like crazy!
What are they having? The GARLIC MARTINI?!
[Phoebe is about to give Rachel a massage]
[in a fake Swedish accent] Hello, ya! It's time for your massage, ya! Put your face in the hole!
Rachel
Oh, a Swedish massage from a real Swedish person!
Rachel
What's your name?
A normal Swedish name...Ikea.
Rachel
What an interesting name. You know, I...
[interrupts her and pushes her head down] Time for your scalp massage!
Rachel
[sees Phoebe's shoes through the hole] Wow! I really love- [gasps loudly]
Rachel
No, it just...feels so good...Ikea! You'll know this, what's the capital of Sweden?
Rachel
[to herself] Damn, I wish I knew if that was right!
[singing] Ipan stripan glupi glapi! And that's the Swedish National Anthem, thank you for asking!
Rachel
Wow, what a rich culture! You know, I have a friend who's a masseuse!
Rachel
She's not very good, though!
And why do you think that is?
Rachel
I don't know! Maybe because she's got callousy fingers from playing a crummy guitar!
Or maybe she has trouble loosening your knots because you're such a high-maintenance tight-ass!
Rachel
[turns up] PHOEBE!!
Rachel
For a half-hour! Man, you can lie about Sweden!
Rachel
How can you not tell me you work here?
I don't have to tell you everything!
Rachel
Yes you do, if you're going to make me feel guilty for getting a free massage!
Rachel
Why did you lie to me about working here?
I was ashamed! I sold out for the cash! They give me benefits like medical and dental and a 401! But you pay a price! Now I'm this corporate stooge, punching a clock, and paying taxes!
Rachel
If you hate it, you should walk out there and quit! Be true to what you believe in! You have principles and I so admire that! I don't have any!
You're right, I am going to quit! It's time I took my life back!
Rachel
Good for you, Pheebs!
[Phoebe leaves the room, then looks up at the ceiling and whispers]
If you guys had microphones in there, I didn't mean that! I love you!