Friends老友记 S04E19:The One With All The Haste

可可听力网 2006年03月12日 23:34:02
 下载MP3到电脑  批量下载MP3和LRC到手机

      null

      Friends老友记 Episode 419:TheOneWithAllTheHaste

      TheOneWithAllTheHaste

      [Scene:Rachel’sbedroom; Rachelisawokenbyamansinginginthenextapartment.]

      TheSingingMan: (singing, duh) Morning’shere! Sunshineishere! Theskyisclear, themorning’shere! Themorning’shere!

      Rachel:HEY!! Doyouhavetodothat? It’sSaturday!

      TheSingingMan: Ohcomeon! Morning’shere! (Startssinging) Morning’shere! Themorningishere! Sunshineishere!

      (Rachelslamsshutherwindowandstormsintothelivingroom, whereJoeyandMonicaareeatingbreakfast.)

      Rachel:Ihatethisapartment! Ihatethecolorofthesewalls! Ihatethefactthatthisplacestillsmellslikebird! Ihatethatsingingguy!

      Joey:Areyoukidding? Ilovethatguy! (Startssinging) Morning’shere! Morningishere—

      Rachel:Stopit! Iwillkillyou. Ihatethefactthatmyroomissosmall.

      Monica:Hey, IhaveallthespaceIneed. JustdowhatIdid.

      Rachel:Monica, youdon’tevenhaveabed, yousleepinaballonthefloor!

      Monica:Y’knowwhat? Iamreallytiredofyourbellyaching! Okay, I-Iworkedreallyhardatmakingthisaniceplaceforustolive!

      Rachel:I’msorry. I’msosorry.

      Monica:Okay.

      Joey:See, thisisagreatapartment.

      Monica:Shutup! Thisplaceisahole!

      OPENINGCREDITS

      [Scene:Ross’sbedroom; RossandEmilyaremakingout. Rossasanewfeature.]

      Emily:Oh, blimey, Istillcan’tbelieveyou’vegotanearring!

      (Yep, it’salittlegoldloop.)

      Ross:Huh? Iknow, Iknow. WhoamI? DavidBowe? (Shakeshisheadaround, pretendinglikehe’sjamming.)

      Emily:Hedoesthat?!

      Ross:Uh, Idon’tknow, whatever.

      Emily:Ithinkitmakesyoulookreallydangerous.

      Ross:Oh, Iknow. Y’knowwhat, Ineverwould’vegottenthisifitweren’tforyou. Noreally, whenI’mwithyouI’m-I’mlikethiswholeotherguy, Ilovethatguy! Imean, Iloveyoutoo, alot, butthatguy! I-Ilovethatguy!

      Emily:Ilovebothofyou!

      Ross:Yeah?

      (Theykiss.)

      Emily:IwishIdidn’thavetogo.

      Ross:Thendon’t. Stayhere. Justdon’tgososoontoLondon, justonemoreday.

      Emily:Ohh, Ross, please!

      Ross:Onemoreday, seriously/

      Emily:Don’tdothistome, again. You’dknowI’dstayhereinaminute, butI’dreallymisssomuchwork, they’llfireme.

      Ross:So, thenyoucanstayaslongasyouwant.

      Emily:IwishIcould.

      Ross:Ohno. Don’t, don’t, don’tstartpacking. Comeon! (Sheputssomeclothesintoherbag, andRossthrowsthemout.)

      Emily:Idon’tthinkyouunderstandpacking. Look, Ijustdon’twanttoleaveittothelastminute. LasttimeIleftinsucharush, Ileftmyknickershere.

      Ross:Yeah, Iknow, Iuh, Itriedthemon.

      Emily:Youdidn’t!

      Ross:No. No, Ididn’t. Ididn’twanttobethatguy.

      [Scene:MonicaandRachel'serm, ChandlerandJoey's, JoeyandChandlerarewatchingoneofthoseKungFumoviesandimitatingthemoves.]

      Phoebe: (entering, wearingSantapants) Hello!

      Chandler:Ho! Ho! Ho!

      Phoebe:Excuseme.

      Chandler:Yourpants!

      Phoebe:Oh, yeah! Youlike ‘em? Ijust, Iwenttoausedclothesstoreandgotabunchofmaternitystuff. Thesearesooocomfortable!

      Joey:Uhh, Pheebs, thoseareuh, thoseareSantapants.

      Phoebe:What?

      Chandler:Santapants. (Phoebestilldoesn’tgetit.) SantaClaus’spants.

      Phoebe:Nuh-uh! They’rematernitypants. Theyevencamewithalistofbabynames. (Pullsoutasheetofpaperwhichlistswho’sbeennaughtyandwho’sbeennice.) See, thesenamesaregood, andthesenamesarebad. (Finally, shefiguresitout.) Ohh.

      Rachel: (entering) Hey!

      Monica: (entering) Hey!

      Rachel:So—Hey, Pheebs! So, howaretheelves?

      Phoebe:Idon’tknow! Howarethe-the-the-the, y’know—You’reclothesaren’tfunny.

      Monica:Hey, guys, what-whatshouldIweartoaKnicksgame?

      Chandler:Uhh, aT-shirtthatsays, "Idon’tbelonghere."

      Joey:YouhaveKnickstickets?

      Rachel:Yeah, mymomgotmydad’sseasonticketsinthedivorce, soshejustgavethemtome.

      Monica:Yeah, apparently, they’reprettygoodseats.

      Rachel:Yeah.

      Joey: (examiningthetickets) OhmyGod! Thosearealmostrightonthefloor!

      Rachel:Doyouguyswantthese?

      Joey:Yeah!

      Chandler:Yeahwedo!

      Rachel:Ohh, wellyougot ‘em.

      Both:Allright!

      Rachel:Justgiveusourapartmentback!

      Phoebe:Boy! Ididn’tseethatcoming!

      Chandler:Areyouserious?

      Rachel:Oh, comeon! Weknowwhattheseareworth.

      Monica:Yeah, what, doyouthinkwe’restupid?

      Joey:You’renotstupid. You’remeanerthanIthought.

      Monica:Whatdoyousay?

      Chandler:Forgetit! Okay, I’mnotgivingupmybachelorpadforsomebasketballseats!

      Rachel:You’rebachelorpad?!

      Monica:Haveyouevenhadagirluphere?

      Chandler:No. Butuh, Joeyhas, andIusuallytalktotheminthemorningtime.

      Joey:Yeah, youdo!

      [Scene:CentralPerk, JoeyiswhiningtoChandleraboutthetickets.]

      Joey:Comeon!

      Chandler: (ignoringhim) Yes, Gunther, canIgettwocupsofchino, please?

      Gunther:Goodone.

      Joey:Comeon, seasontickets! Seasontickets, doyouknowwhatthatmeans?

      Chandler:Forgetit! Okay, I’mnotgivinguptheapartment.

      Joey:Ohcome—look, whenIwasakidmydad’scompanygaveseasonticketstothenumberonesalesmaneveryyear, allright? Mydadneverwon! Ofcourse, hewasn’tinthesalesdivision, butstill, Ineverever, everforgotthat!

      Ross: (entering) Hey, guys! (Theybothnoticehisnewlittlefriend)

      Joey:Hey!

      Chandler:OhmyGod!

      Joey:Wedon’tmakeenoughfunofyoualready?

      Ross:Ohyeah, Emilyconvincedmetodoit.

      Chandler:YoudoknowthatWhambrokeup?

      Ross:Ilikeit, andEmilylikesit, andthat’swhatcounts. Souh, howareyouguysdoing?

      Joey:Oh-no, don’ttryandtalkallnormalwiththatthinginyourear.

      Chandler:WhereisEmily?

      Ross:Ugh, she’ssayinggood-byetoheruncle.

      Chandler:Man, didn’tshelikejustgethere?

      Ross:Yeah!! Yeah!

      Chandler:Easytiger.

      Ross:Ijust, Ihatethissomuch! Imean, everytimeIgopickherupattheairport, it’s-it’ssogreat. ButatthesametimeI’mthinking, "Well, I’mgonnaberightbackthereinacoupleofdays, droppingheroff."

      Chandler:Sowhatareyougoingtodo?

      Ross:Nothing! There’snothingtodo! Imean, shelivesthere, Ilivehere. Imean, she-she’dhavetouh, movehere. Sheshouldmovehere!

      Joey:What?

      Ross:Icouldaskhertolivewithme!

      Chandler:Areyouserious?

      Ross:Imean, whynot! Imean, Imeanwhynot?!

      Chandler:Becauseyou’veonlyknownherforsixweeks! Okay, I’vegotacartonofmilkinmyfridgeI’vehadalongerrelationshipwith!

      Ross:Lookguys, whenI’mwithherit’s-it’s-it’slikeshebringsthis-this-thisgreatsideoutofme. ImeanI-I-Iloveher, y’know?

      Chandler:AndIlovethemilk! But, I’mnotgonnasomeBritishgirltomoveinwithme! (Realizesthatmadenosense.) Joey, yousaythingsnow.

      Joey:Allrightlook, Ross, he’sright. Emily’sgreat, she’sgreat! Butthiswaytoosoon, you’reonlygonnascareher!

      Ross:Idon’twanttodothat.

      Joey:No! Youdon’twanttowreckit, youdon’twanttogotofast!

      Ross:Yeah, no, you’reright, Iknow, you’reright, I’mnot, I’mnotgonnadoit. Allright, thanksguys. (Getsuptoleave.)

      Chandler:Okay, noproblem, justremembertowakeusupbeforeyougo-go.

      [Scene:MonicaandRachel'serm, ChandlerandJoey's, laterthatsameday. JoeyandChandlerareeatingpizza, andPhoebeistryingtoknitsomething.]

      Phoebe:That’stoohard. Toohard!

      Monica: (enteringwithRachel) Allrightboys, lastchanceforthetickets!

      Rachel:OrI’llgivethemtomynewboyfriend, Joshua.

      Chandler:Nothankyou.

      Joey:Wait-wait-wait-wait! (ToChandler) Comeon! Comeon, let’strade! Thetiming’sperfect, Ijustcloggedthetoilet!

      Chandler:Look, Iwantthosebasketballseatsasmuchasyoudo! Okay, butwecan’tleaveinthesmallapartmentafterwe’velivedhere! Didn’tyoueverreadFlowersforAlgernon?

      Joey:Yes! Didn’tyoueverreadSportsIllustrated?! No! Ididn’treadyours! Butcomeon, wecangotothegametonight!

      Chandler:Look, theonlywayIwillevenconsiderthisisiftheyofferalotmorethanjustseasonseats.

      Joey:It’stheKnicks!

      Chandler:ScrewtheKnicks!

      Joey:Whoa!

      Chandler:Ididn’tmeanthat. Ijustmeantthattheapartmentisworthsomuchmore.

      Joey:Huh.

      Chandler:AndtheKnicksruleall.

      Joey:Yeah, theKnicksruleall!

      Phoebe:Hey, so? Areyougonnadoit?

      Chandler:No. No. We’renotgonnadothat, y’knowwhy? Becauseitsnotaneventrade.

      Rachel:Allright, okay, look, whatifyoucouldkeeptheapartmentandgetthetickets?

      Joey:Done!

      Rachel:Letmefinish.

      Joey:Oh.

      Rachel:I’mtalkingaboutabet, winnertakesall.

      Joey:Ooh, wecouldendupwithnothing.

      Phoebe:Oryoucouldendupwitheverything.

      Joey:Ooh, Ilikethat.

      Monica:Allright, sowhatdoyousay?

      Chandler:No!

      Monica:Oh, justdoit!!

      Chandler:Op, op, I’mconvinced!

      Joey:Comeonman, youknowI’ddoitforyou! Because, you’remybestfriend.

      Chandler:Allright, butyoucan’tusethatagainforawholeyear. I’min.

      Joey:Allright!

      Phoebe:Ooh, thisissoexciting! Ooh, God, whatareyougoingtobet?

      Rachel:Oh, okay, well, IthinkweshouldletPhoebedecide, becauseshe’stheonlywho’simpartial, andshe’ssopretty.

      Phoebe:Okay. Umm, ooh, ooh—oh, Ihaveagame!

      Joey:Okay!

      Chandler:Okay!

      Phoebe:Thisisgreat!

      Joey:What’sthegame?! What’sthegame?!

      Phoebe:Oh, well, itdoesn’thaveaname—oh, okay, Phoebeball! No, itdoesn’thaveaname. Umm, okay, Monica, whatisyourfavouritethingabouttrees?

      Monica:They’regreen?

      Phoebe:Good! Good! Fivepoints!

      (Theybothrejoice; Chandleristotallyconfused.)

      Phoebe:Allright, Joey, samequestion.

      (HelookstoChandler, whodoesn’thaveaclue.)

      Joey:Uhh, they’retall.

      Phoebe:Ooh, threepoints. Bothfineanswers, butwewerelookingforleafy, leafy.

      (JoeyturnsandisangrythatChandlerdidn’tcomeupwiththeanswer.)

      Monica:That’snotevenagame!

      Rachel:What? Shutup! We’rewinning!

      Monica:Youwannafinishthisrightnow? Allright, wegetadeckofcards, highcardwins. Whatdoyousay?

      Chandler:Fine, let’sdoit.

      Phoebe:Oh, Ihavecards!

      Joey:Oh.

      Monica:Oh, good.

      Phoebe:Yeah! Here! (Shegrabsadeckoutofherpurse) Ohno, thesearethetrickdeck. Okay. Hereyes. Okay.

      Chandler:Okay, youguysuh, youguyspickfirst

      Rachel:Okay.

      Monica:Okay. (Shepicksacard.) Four.

      Chandler:That’salowone!

      Joey:Yeah! Okay. (Joeypicksacard.) Phoebe, youlook, Ican’t.

      Phoebe:WhatmakeyouthinkIcan?! (Shieldshereyesfromit.)

      Joey:Okay. Okay. (Helooksatthecard.) Ace!

      (BothJoeyandChandlerandMonicaandRacheljumpupanddownforjoy.)

      Chandler:Whyareyouscreamingandhugging?

      Monica:Becausewewonourapartmentback!

      Joey:What? Aceishigh! Jack, queen, king, ace!

      Monica:No! Aceislow! Ace, two, three, four!

      (TheyalllooktoPhoebetosettlethis.)

      Phoebe:Idon’tknow. Ooh! Ooh! Lookit! (Shefansoutthetrickdeck.) Ah-ha!

      Rachel:Allright, cut, let’spickagain, pickagain.

      Joey:Okay.

      Rachel:Comeonapartment! Comeonapartment! (Picksacard.) Oh! Iknowqueenishigh!

      Joey:Uh-huh, notashighas…(picksacard) Itworked! King!

      Chandler:Yeahbaby!

      Monica:But, wepickagain! Wepickagain!

      Joey:Why?!

      Monica:Idon’tknow!

      Chandler:Ticketsplease! (Rachelhandsoverthetickets) That’scourtsidebaby!

      Joey:Seriously, goodgamethough. Goodgame. (Hetriestocongratulatethem, buttheypullaway.) (ToChandler) Whataretheysomadabout? Theygettheapartmentback!

      Chandler:Notheydidn’t!

      [Scene:Ross’sapartment, EmilyhaspackedasRossreturns.]

      Ross:Hey!

      Emily:Ipackedwhileyouweregone. Ileftsomeknickersunderyourpillow.

      Ross: (laughs) Moveinwithme.

      Emily:What?!

      Ross:Don’tbescared, I-Iknowitsoundscrazyand-andpeoplewillsayit’stoosoon, butjust-justthink, thinkhowgreatitwillbe.

      Emily:Ohh, no. Ugh. Oh, leavingLondon, mywholefamilylivesthere.

      Ross:Iknow.

      Emily:Myjob!

      Ross:Well, so, you-you’llgetajobhere! Imean, I’malwayshearingaboutuh, themforeignerscominginhereandstealingAmericanjobs; thatcouldbeyou!

      Emily:Yeah, butit-it-it’smywholelife—youcometoEngland.

      Ross:No, Ican’t. Iwould, Ireallywould, butmysonishere; Ican’tleavehim. Isn’t—youdon’tthinkthere’sanyway?

      Emily:Ohh, Idon’tthinkso. Imeanitwouldbedifferentifitwaswayintothefuture –and-and-andweweregettingmarriedorsomething.

      Ross:What?

      Emily:Ohno, no, rightIshouldn’thavesaidmarried. Uh, pleasedon’tgofreakyonme. Ididn’tmeanit. Well, Ididn’tsayit; Itakeitback!

      Ross:No, no, don’t. Whydon’twe?

      Emily:Whydon’twewhat?

      Ross:Getmarried.

      Emily:Youaremad!

      Ross:No! No! I’mnot! It’s-it’s-it’sperfect! Imeanit’sbetterthanyoujust-justmovinghere, ‘causeit’sustogetherforever, andthat’s-that’swhatIwant.

      Emily:We’veonlyknowneachotherforsixweeks!

      Ross:Yeah, Iknow, sowhat? Imean, who’s-who’stosay? Doesthatmewe-wecan’tdoit? Look, huh, IwaswithCarolforfouryearsbeforewegotmarriedandIwoundupdivorcedfromapregnantlesbian. Imean, this, thismakessenseforus. Comeon! Imean, onourfirstdateweendedupspendingthewholeweekendinVermont! Imean, lastnightIgotmyearpierced! Me! Thisfeelsright. Doesn’tit?

      Emily:Myparentsaregoingtobereallymad.

      Ross:Isthat—areyousayingyes? Isthatyes?

      Emily:Yes.

      (Theykissandhug.)

      Emily:Yes!

      Ross:Yes! We’regettingmarried?!

      Emily:OhmyGod!

      Ross:Yes!

      Emily:We’regettingmarried!

      Ross:Comehere, comehere. Uh, (Hetakestheearringout.) ow! Emily, willyoumarryme?

      Emily:Yes.

      (Hetriestoputitonherfinger.)

      Emily:Ohh, it’sabitsmall.

      Ross:Damn! Ithoughtthatwasgoingtoberomanticashell!

      Emily:Itwas.

      (Theykiss.)

      COMMERCIALBREAK

      [Scene:Thehallway, JoeyandChandlerarecomingbackfromthegame.]

      Chandler:Thosewerelikethebestseatsever.

      Joey:Ohyeah. Hey! Shouldwegivetheseshirtstothegirls? Y’know, kindalikeapeaceoffering.

      Chandler:Ohyeah, that’sverynice. Plus, y’knowtheywerefreeandthey’retoosmall.

      (Heknocksonthegirls’ doorandwalksin. Surprise! Thegirls, obviouslyusingStarTrektechnology, havecompletelymovedeverythinginbothapartmentsbacktotheiroriginalpositions, allinthetimeittookfortheguystogotoabasketballgame. Wow! Anyhoo, Chandlerisstunned, andJoeydoesn’tevenrealiseit.)

      Chandler:Oh. Oh, God! (Hestartsrunningaroundlikeachickenwithhisheadcutoff.)

      Joey:Hey, wantabeer? (Handshimabeerandsitsdowninoneofthechairs.) (Jumpingup.) WHOA!!!!

      Chandler:IKNOW!!!

      (Theybothsprinttowhatusedtobetheirapartment.)

      Chandler:Openup! Openup! Openup!

      (AveryangryMonicaopensthedoorwiththesecuritychainstillon.)

      Monica:We’lldiscussit, inthemorning! (Slamsthedoorshut.)

      Chandler:Whatthehellisgoingon?!

      (It’sRachel’sturntoopenthedoor.)

      Rachel:Wetookourapartmentback!! (Slamsthedoorshut.)

      Phoebe: (openingthedoor) Ihadnothingtodowithit. (Closesthedoor.) (Opensthedoor.) Okay, itwasmyidea, butIdon’tfeelgoodaboutit.

      (Shegoestoclosethedoor, butChandlerputshisfootitin.)

      Chandler:Weareswitchingback, rightnow!

      Monica:No, we’renot! We’renotleaving!

      Chandler:Well, you’regonnahavetoleavesometime, becauseyoubothhavejobs, andassoonasyoudo, we’reswitchingitback! There’snothingyoucandotostopus! Right, Joe?

      Joey:Idon’tknow.

      Chandler:What?

      Joey:Idon’twanttomoveagain!

      Chandler:Idon’tcare, thisisourapartment! Andtheystole—youstoleit—ourapartment, andwewonthatapartmentfairandsquare, twice! AndIamgettingitbackrightnow. I’mgettingbackrightnow!

      (Theyopenthedoor.)

      Rachel:Allright. Wefiguredyoumightrespondthisway, sowehaveabackupoffer.

      Chandler:Ohno-no-no, nomoreoffers. Youcan’tofferanythingtous!

      Rachel:Letuskeeptheapartmentand…

      Monica:Asathankyou, RachelandIwillkissforoneminute.

      [Timelapse. Theguysareenteringtheirapartment.]

      Chandler:Totallyworthit!

      Joey:Thatwasonegoodminute!

      Chandler:Goodnight.

      Joey:Goodnight.

      (Theybothgobackintotheiroldroomsandshutthedoors. Ofcourse, Chandlerhastoclosebothsectionsofhisdoor.)

      [Cuttothegirlsapartment.]

      Monica:Menaresuchidiots.

      Rachel:Yeah! Canyoubelievethatsomethingthatstupidactuallygotusourapartmentback?

      Phoebe:That’ssofunnytothinkifyou’djustdonethatrightafterthelastcontest, noonewouldhavehadtomoveatall.

      Monica:Yeah, let-let-let’spretendthat’snottrue.

      Rachel:Yeah.

      Phoebe:Okay, scarf’sdone. (It’snotreallyascarf, it’sjustabunchofyarnthatPhoebehastiedtogether. Justthen, RossandEmilyenterdraggingwiththemJoeyandChandler.)

      Ross:Comeon! Comeon. Comeon.

      Chandler:Okay!

      Phoebe:Hey!

      Ross:Hey!

      Monica:What-what’sgoingon?

      Joey:Rosshassomebigthingtotelleveryone.

      Ross:Uhh, okay, it’suh, EmilyandI, wedecidedtouh, togetmarried.

      (Thegangisstunned.)

      Phoebe:What? Oh, areyoupregnanttoo?!

      Emily:Umm, no.

      Monica:When, whendid—how, howdidyou…

      Ross:We, wejustdecidedtouh, togoforit.

      Emily:Imean, weknowit’sabithastybut, uh, itjustfeelssoright, so…

      (Rachelslowlywalksinfromherbedroom. Sheisstunnedspeechless.)

      Ross: (turningaround.) Umm, uh, Iwasjusttellingtheguys…

      Rachel:Yeah, I-Iheard. (Pause, everyonelooksateachother, waitingforRachel’sreaction.) Ithinkit’sgreat! (HugsRoss.) Ohh, I’msohappyforyou!

      (SeeingRachel’sapparentlyokaywiththis, therestofthegangjumpsuptocongratulateRossandEmilyontheirpendingnuptials.)

      Chandler:Oh, well, that’sgreat!

      Joey:Yeah! Yeah!

      Monica: (toRoss) Ican’tbelieveyou’regettingmarried!

      Ross:Yeah. (Theyhugagain.)

      Joey:MonicaandRachelmadeout. (GiggleslikeaschoolboyandMonicaglaresathim.)

      CLOSINGCREDITS

      [Scene:Joey’sbedroom, heisawokenbythesingingguy.]

      TheSingingMan: (singing) Morning’shere! Themorning’shere!

      (Joeyjoinshim.)

      Both:Sunshineishere! Theskyisclear, themorning’shere!

      TheSingingMan: Hey! You’reback!

      Joey:Hey! (Singing) Getintogear!

      TheSingingMan: (singing) Breakfastisnear!

      Both:Thedarkofnighthasdisappeared!!

      TheSingingMan: I’llseeyoutomorrowmorning!

      Joey: (happily) Okay!

      END