You know, I remember my father... all dressed up in the red suit...
Chandler: You know, I remember my father... all dressed up in the red suit, with the big black boots and the leather belt. Sneaking around downstairs, he didn't want anybody to see him, but he'd be drunk so he'd stumble, crash into something and wake everybody up.
Rachel: That doesn't sound like a very merry Christmas.
Chandler: Who said anything about Christmas?
Mr. Treeger: So, uh, is this mistletoe?
Rachel: Huh-huh, no.. no, uh, that, that is basil.
Mr. Treeger: Ah, if it was mistletoe, I was gonna kiss you.
Rachel: Yeah, no, it's still basil.
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Phoebe: (Handing Chandler a piece of paper) Alright, here, you have to hold this.
Chandler: Okay. (Reading paper) Brake left, gas right?
Phoebe: Yeah, that's my cheat sheet.
Chandler: Where's my seat belt?
Phoebe: Oh, no, no, that side doesn't have one. The paramedics had to cut through it.
(Chandler jumps out the car and gets in the backseat)
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