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The One With the Ick Factor


Originally written by Alexa Junge.
Transcribed by Mikael Hedberg [mhe0422@oden.skelleftea.se] or [90218582482bb@bibl.skelleftea.se].


[Scene: Central Perk. Everyone is there.]
MONICA: Tell him.

RACHEL: No.

PHOEBE: Tell him, tell him.

MONICA: Just...please tell him.

RACHEL: Shut up!

CHANDLER: Tell me what?

MONICA: Look at you, you won't even look at him.

CHANDLER: [sarcastically] Oh, come on tell me. I could use another reason why women wonīt look at me.

RACHEL: All right, all right, all right. Last night, I had a dream that, uh, you and I, were...

PHOEBE: Doing it on this table. [points at the table]

CHANDLER: Wow!

JOEY: Exellent dream score.

ROSS: Why, why, why would you dream that?

CHANDLER: More importantly, was I any good?

RACHEL: Well, you were pretty damnedy good.

CHANDLER: Interesting, cause in my dreams, Iīm allways surprisingly inadequate. [Monica pats him on his lap]

RACHEL: Well, last night you seemed to know your way around the table.

ROSS: I love it, when we share.

[Ross goes over to the counter. Chandler follows him.]

CHANDLER: Youīre okay there?

ROSS: I canīt belive you two had sex in her dream.

CHANDLER: Iīm sorry, it was a one-time-thing. I was very drunk and i was somebody elseīs subconscious.

OPENING CREDITS

[Time lapse. Chandler is sitting on the table.]

CHANDLER: Hi Rachel.

RACHEL: Get off.

PHOEBE: [points at Joeyīs pen] Uh, uh, gimme. Can you see me operating a drill press?

JOEY: I donīt know. What are you wearing?

[Chandler, Monica and Phoebe looks at him]

ROSS: Phoebs, why would you want to operate a drill press?

PHOEBE: Just for some short-term-work. You know, until I get back some of my massage clients.

CHANDLER: Pirates again?

PHOEBE: No, nothing like that. I was just...such a dummie. I taught this "massage-yourself-at-home-workshop". And they are.

JOEY: Hey, hey, Chan. She could work for you.

CHANDLER: [sarcasticly] Thanks Joey, thatīs a good idea.

PHOEBE: What... I could, I could do it. What is it?

CHANDLER: Well, my secretary is gonna be out for a couple of weeks. She is having one of her boobs redused. Itīs a whole big boob story.

PHOEBE: I could be a secretary.

CHANDLER: Well, you know Phoebs. I donīt know if itīs your kinda thing, because it involves a lot of being normal. For a large portion of the day.

PHOEBE: I could do that.

[Rossīs beeper goes off]

RACHEL: What are you playing with?

ROSS: Oh, itīs my new beeper.

JOEY: What the hell does a paleontologist need a beeper for?

MONICA: Is it like for dinosaur emergencies. 'Help, come quick, theyīre still extinct.'

ROSS: No, itīs for when Carol goes into labor. She can get me wherever I am. I mean, all she has to do is to dial 55-JIMBO.

CHANDLER: A cool phone number, and a possible name for the kid.

MONICA: All right, Iīll see you guys later. [raises]

RACHEL: Off to see young Ethan?

MONICA: Thank you.

JOEY: How young is young Ethan? Young?

MONICA: Heīs... our age.

CHANDLER: When we were?

MONICA: Okay, heīs a senior in college.

ROSS: College?

JOEY: Whoa!

CHANDLER: And this manchild has no problem with how old you are?

MONICA: No, of course not. Itīs not even an issue. Cause I told him I was 22.

ALL: What?

MONICA: Oh, I canīt pass for 22?

PHOEBE: Well, maybe 25-26.

MONICA: I am 26.

PHOEBE: There you go.

[Scene: Chandlerīs office. He and Phoebe are there when the phone starts ringing.]

CHANDLER: Can you hear that?

PHOEBE: [plays with a thumbtack remover] Yeah?

CHANDLER: See Thatīll stop when you pick up the phone.

PHOEBE: Oh. Uh, Iīm on. [picks up the phone]

PHOEBE: [with a deep voice] Mr. Bingīs office. No Iīm sorry, heīs in a meeting right now.

CHANDLER: Iīm not in a meeting. Iīm right... Whoops.

PHOEBE: Will he know what this is in reference to? And he has your number? All right, Iīll see that he gets the message. Bye bye.

CHANDLER: What?

PHOEBE: Ross says hi.

CHANDLER: Ah!

PHOEBE: This is so fun. All right, what do we do now?

CHANDLER: Well, now, I actually have to get to work.

PHOEBE: Most likely. [raises and goes toward the door] Okay, Iīm gonna be out there.

CHANDLER: Okay.

PHOEBE: All right. Bye bye.

CHANDLER: Bye bye.

[The intercom buzzes]

PHOEBE: Whatcha doinī?

CHANDLER: Ooh. [leans against the desk]

[Scene: Monica and Rachelīs apartment. Itīs just them there. Monica is just finishing cleaning the windows.]

MONICA: Windows are clean, candels are lit. Uh, beltīs to tight, gotta change the belt. Did i turn the fish? [goes over to the kitchen to check on the dinner] No, cause I made lasagne. Am I out of control?

RACHEL: Just a touch. Mon, I donīt understand. I mean, youīve been dating this guy since like, what... his midterms? I mean, why all the sudden are you so... Oh.

MONICA: What?

RACHEL: Could tonight be the Night?

MONICA: I donīt know. Look heīs a great guy and I love being with him but... you know. Things happen, and they happen. You donīt plan these things.

RACHEL: So, did you shave your legs?

MONICA: Yeah.

RACHEL: Aha!

[Scene: Central Perk. Joey and Ross are there.]

JOEY: Would you let it go Ross. It was just a dream. It doesnīt mean...

[Rossīs beeper goes off]

ROSS: Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh this is it. Oh my god itīs baby time. Baby time.

JOEY: All right, relax, relax. Just relax, just relax. Be cool, be cool.

[Ross dials a number on his cellular phone]

ROSS: [on phone] Yeah, hi, I was just beeped. [pause] No, André is not here. [to Joey] Third time today. [on phone] Yes, Iīm sure... No, sir. I donīt perform those kind of services.

JOEY: Services? Oh, services.

ROSS: [on phone] Yeah, you want 55-JUMBO. Yeah, thatīs right. Thatīs right, JUMBO with a U, sir. [pause] No, belive me, you donīt want me. Judging by his number, Iīd be a huge disappointment. [pause] All rightie, bye bye.

[Phoebe and Chandler enters]

JOEY: Hey, hey. How was the first day?

PHOEBE: Oh, exellent. Everyone was so, so nice.

CHANDLER: See, it pays to know the man who wears my shoes. [Joey and Ross wonder what he means] Me.

PHOEBE: No, I didnīt tell anybody that I knew you.

CHANDLER: Why not?

PHOEBE: Oh, because, you know... they donīt like you.

CHANDLER: What?

PHOEBE: I thought you knew that.

CHANDLER: Noho. Why doesnīt they like me?

PHOEBE: Everyone. Except for uh... no everyone.

CHANDLER: What are you talking about?

PHOEBE: Donīt feel bad. You know they used to like you a lot. But then you got promoted, and, you know, now youīre like "Mr. Boss Man". You know, Mr. Bing. Mr. Bing, "Boss Man Bing".

[Joey and Ross laughs]

CHANDLER: I canīt belive it.

PHOEBE: Yeah, yeah. They even do you.

CHANDLER: They do me?

PHOEBE: You know like... uh okay... uh... 'Could that report be any later?'

[Joey and Ross laughs]

CHANDLER: I donīt sound like that.

ROSS: Oh, oh Chandler...

JOEY: Oh... Yeah, you do.

ROSS: 'The hills were alive with the sound of music.'

[Phoebe, Joey and Ross laughs]

JOEY: [reaches for hi scones] My scones.

PHOEBE, JOEY & ROSS: 'My scones.'

[Phoebe, Joey and Ross laughs again]

CHANDLER: Okay, I donīt sound like that. That is so not true.

[Joey and Chandler laughs]

CHANDLER: That is so not... That is so not... That... Oh, shut up!

[Phoebe, Joey and Ross laughs]

[Scene: Monica and Rachelīs apartment. Monica and Ethan are sitting in the couch.]

MONICA: Did not.

ETHAN: I am telling you, up until I was, like nine, I thought that gunpoint was an actual place wher crimes happen.

MONICA: How was that possible?

ETHAN: Well, think about it. Itīs always on the news. 'A man is being held up, at gunpoint.' 'Tourists are being terrorised, at gunpoint.' You know, I just kept thinking: why does people continue to go there? Oh, ah. I should go.

MONICA: Okay.

[They kiss]

ETHAN: Okay.

MONICA: Unless--

ETHAN: What?

MONICA: Uh, ah. Unless you wanna stay over? I mean, Iīm going to, so...

ETHAN: Yeah, Iīd really like that.

[They kiss]

ETHAN: Uuh, before we get into any staying-over-stuff, there is something you should know.

MONICA: Okay, is this like 'I have an early class tomorrow' or 'Iīm secretly married to a goat'?

ETHAN: Well itīs somewhere in between. You see, in a strictly technical sense, of course, Iīm not uh..., well I, I mean I havenīt ever uh...

MONICA: Ethan--

ETHAN: Yeah?

MONICA: Are you a virgin?

ETHAN: Well, if thatīs what you kids are calling it these days then, yes I am. I uh, Iīve kinda been waiting for the right person.

MONICA: Really?

ETHAN: Yeah. You do know I was talking about you, right?

[They kiss]

[Time lapse. They are now in Monicaīs bedroom, on the bed.]

ETHAN: Wow!

MONICA: You keep saying that.

ETHAN: You know, you read about it, you see it in the movies. Even when you practise it at home, man oh man, it is nothing like that.

[They kiss]

MONICA: Listen, uh, you told me something that was really difficult for you. And I, I-I figured if you could be honest, then I can to.

ETHAN: Oh god, donīt tell me, I did it wrong.

MONICA: No no. Nothing wrong about that.

ETHAN: Oh.

MONICA: Um, okay, here it goes. Iīm not 22. Iīm, Iīm 25... and thirteen months.

ETHAN: Huh!

MONICA: But I figured, you know, that shouldnīt change anything. I mean, what the hell does it matter how old we are.

[They kiss]

ETHAN: Uh, listen um, as long as weīre telling stuff, uh, I have another one for you. Iīm a little younger than I said.

MONICA: Youīre not a senior?

ETHAN: Oh, Iīm a senior... in High School.

MONICA: Ok...ay.

[Time lapse]

MONICA: What we did was wrong. Oh god, I just had sex with somebody that wasnīt alive during the Bicentennial.

ETHAN: I just had sex.

MONICA: Ethan, focus. How could you not tell me?

ETHAN: Well, you never told me how old you were.

MONICA: Well, thatīs different. My lie didnīt make one of us a felon in 48 states. What were you thinking?

ETHAN: I wasnīt thinking. I was too busy fallin'--

MONICA: Donīt say it. [closes Ethanīs mouth with her hand]

ETHAN: --in love with you.

MONICA: Really?

ETHAN: [nods] Sorry.

MONICA: Well,fall out of it. You know, you shouldnīt even be here, itīs a school night. Oh god, oh god. Iīm like those women that you see with shiny guys like Chad. Iīm Joan Collins.

ETHAN: Who?

[Scene: Monica and Rachelīs apartment. Everyone exept Monica is there.] ROSS: [on phone] Okay, André should be there in like 45 minutes. All rightie, bye bye. [to Phoebe] Just easier that way.

CHANDLER: Oh, come on. You told me about the last dream.

RACHEL: No, forget it.

CHANDLER: Oh, why not. Was I doing anything particularly... saucy?

RACHEL: All right, fine. Um, you were not the only one there. [Camera fades to Ross, whoīs listening very carefully] Joey was there too.

JOEY: All right.

ROSS: Was there...uh, huh, huh, huh... andybody, anybody else there.

RACHEL: No.

ROSS: Youīre sure? Nobody uh, handed out uh, mints or anything?

RACHEL: No, it was just the three of us.

ROSS: Huh!

JOEY: So, tell me. Was it like you and Chandler, and then you and me, or you and me and Chandler?

RACHEL: He, he, he. You know what?

JOEY: What?

RACHEL: There were times when it wasnīt even me.

[Chandler and Joey laughs, until they look at each other]

PHOEBE: That is so sweet, you guys. [hugs them]

[Monica enters, wearing a walkman, so she doesnīt hear what the others say]

ROSS, RACHEL & PHOEBE: Hey, Mon.

RACHEL: Mon, Ethan called again. Mon?

ALL: [shouting] Mon!

[Monica takes of her walkman]

MONICA: What?

RACHEL: Ethan called again.

MONICA: Oh.

ROSS: Are you not seeing him anymore?

MONICA: No. You know, sometimes just things doesnīt work out.

CHANDLER: And this has nothing to do with the fact that he needs a note to get out of gym.

[Monica stares at Rachel]

RACHEL: I, I didnīt say any... I sw... I did not say anything, I swear.

JOEY: Listen, the next time you talk to him, can you ask him which one the strongest "Power Ranger" is?

[Ross and Chandler laughs]

ROSS: Oh, yeah.

MONICA: Ha,ha, ha, oh my life is just so amusing. Could we drop it now?

JOEY, CHANDLER & ROSS: Sorry.

ROSS: Itīs morphin time!

JOEY: Stegosaurus!

CHANDLER: Tyrannosaurus!

[They all cross theyīre arms like the "Power Rangers" do]

PHOEBE: Ooh, oh, Iīve gotta go. [raises] Whoa, oh, head rush. One more, and then I have to go. [sits down, and then raises again] Cool!

RACHEL: Where are you going?

PHOEBE: Um, oh, Iīve got a birthday party, with some work people.

CHANDLER: Work people? Nobody told me.

PHOEBE: No, I know. Thatīs a part of the whole, you know, them-not-liking-you-extravagance.

CHANDLER: You know, I donīt get this. A month aga, these people were my friends. You know, just because Iīm in charge doesnīt mean iīm a different person.

PHOEBE: Well, then you should come tonight. You know, just hang out with them. Let them see what a great guy you still are.

CHANDLER: You think I should?

PHOEBE: I really do, yeah.

CHANDLER: Okay.

PHOEBE: Okay.

CHANDLER: Okay.

PHOEBE: Oh, but, could we not go together? I,I donīt wanna be the geek that invited the boss.

[Scene: Chandlerīs office. He and Phoebe are taking a break from work.]

CHANDLER: I Think last night was great. You know, the Karaoke thing. Tracy and I doing "Ebony and Ivory".

PHOEBE: You were great. But they still made fun of you.

CHANDLER: What?

PHOEBE: You know, now youīre more like, you know like, "Mr. Caring Boss", "Mr.", you know, "Iīm one of you, Boss", "Mr., I wanna be your buddy, Boss Man Bing"

CHANDLER: Then, I donīt get it.

PHOEBE: Well, you know what Chandler? I think youīve gotta face it. Youīre like, the guy in the big office, you know. Youīre the one that hires them, that fires them... They still say youīre a great boss.

CHANDLER: They do?

PHOEBE: Uh huh. But theyīre not your friends anymore.

CHANDLER: I just wanīt to--

PHOEBE: No, but you canīt.

CHANDLER: But I just wa--

PHOEBE: Uh uh.

[Scene: Central Perk. Everyone exept Phoebe and Chandler is there. Rossīs beeper goes off and everyone exept him react.]

MONICA: Arenīt you gonna--

ROSS: Oh, Carol and I have a new system. If she punches in 911, it means sheīs having a baby, otherwise I just ignore it.

JOEY: What about André?

ROSS: Oh, welll this morning he got a call from who I think was our cousin Nathan, and frankly, it was a little more than I needed to know.

[Ethan enters]

ETHAN: Hey.

MONICA: That was gonna be my opener.

RACHEL: [understands that Monica and Ethan wanna be alone] Hey, did you guys check out those new handdryers in the bathroom?

ROSS: I thought that was just a rumour.

RACHEL: True story.

JOEY: Theyīre here allready?

[Rachel, Ross and Ross go to the bathroom]

ETHAN: All right, look. Iīve gotta tell you something. Iīm not 17. I only said so that youīd think I was cute and vunerable. Iīm actually 30, I have a wife, I have a job, Iīm your congressman. Monica, this is ridiculous, weīre great together. We can talk , we make each other laugh, and the sex. Oh, man, okay i have no frame of graft, but I thought that was great.

MONICA: It was.

ETHAN: Then, whatīs the problem?

MONICA: Ethan, itīs um... itīs icky.

ETHAN: Icky? Youīre actually gonna throw this away because itīs icky?

MONICA: This isnīt easy for me either. I wish things were different, I... If you were a few years older, or if I was a few years younger, or if we lived in biblical times, I would really--

ETHAN: No, donīt say it. [closes Monicaīs mouth with his hand]

MONICA: --love you.

[Ross, Rachel and Joey come back from the bathroom. They discover that Monica and Ethan arenīt finished talking to each other yet.]

ROSS: Are youīre hands still wet?

JOEY: Uh, moist, yeah.

RACHEL: Letīs dry īem again.

[They go to the bathroom again]

[Scene: A hall on the floor where Chandler works. Chandler and Phoebe enters, and overhears some employeesīs conversation. One of them is doing Chandler.]

GERSTON: Uh, like, could these margaritas be any stronger? [They discover that Chandler is listening] Hey, Chandler.

SANTOS: Hello, Mr. Bing.

PETRIE: Loved your "Stevie Wonder" last night.

CHANDLER: Thanks. Listen, about the weekly numbers, Iīm gonna need them on my desk by nine oīclock.

SANTOS: Sure.

GERSTON: No problem.

[They go away, trying very hard not to laugh at Chandler]

CHANDLER: You have to give īem something, you know. Okay, now that was Gerston, Santos, and whoīs the guy with the moustache?

PHOEBE: Petrie.

CHANDLER: Petrie, right, right. Okay, somebodyīs gonna be working this weekend.

[Scene: Monica and Rachelīs apartment. Ross is watching TV, but turns it off, and Rachel is sleeping on the couch. Ross puts a blanket over her.]

RACHEL: [talks in her sleep] Oooooooooh. [Rachel strokes her hand over the pillow. Ross mimicks her silently] Oh, thatīs nice. Oh, oh. Huh, Ross.

[Ross gets all excited and starts to dance on the coffee table, but slips allmost immediatly, and falls onto the couch. Rachel wakes up.]

RACHEL: Ross?

ROSS: Iīm here.

RACHEL: You are. Well, um... We, we, we were just...

ROSS: What? [his beeper goes off] Great, now Iīm having a baby.

RACHEL: What?

ROSS: Ooh, Ooh.

RACHEL: What?

ROSS: Iīm having... Iīm having a baby. [jumps back onto the table again] Iīm having a... Whereīs the phone? The phone?

RACHEL: I donīt know where the phone is.

[Ross runs from the table, over the couch but slips and falls onto the floor]

RACHEL: Ross?

ROSS: Iīm hurt.

CLOSING CREDITS

[Scene: The hall between the apartments. Ross is eagerly waiting for the others to get ready, to go to the hospital.]

ROSS: Monica, letīs go. Come on now people, woman in labor.

[Chandler struts out from his apartment]

CHANDLER: Hey Ross, look what Iīve got going here.

ROSS: Yeah, save it for the cab, okay.

[Rachel comes out from their apartment with a mirror and a lipstick in her hands]

ROSS: What are you doing? Weīre going to a hospital.

RACHEL: What, so I canīt lokk nice? There might be doctors there.

ROSS: Joey, get out of the fridge.

JOEY: All right, all right. [he comes out from their apartment with a huge sandwich in his hand]

ROSS: What is that? [refering to the sandwich]

JOEY: For the ride.

CHANDLER: Yeah, like in a cab--

ROSS: Save it.

CHANDLER: Okay, hating this.

ROSS: Monica, come on now. Letīs go, baby coming.

[Monica enters from their apartment, crying]

MONICA: I canīt belive it, Iīm gonna be an aunt. Iīm gonna have like a nephew.

ROSS: Thatīs nice. Get out Letīs go, come on.

JOEY: All rihgt, Iīm going. Iīm going.

[They all go down the stairs, but Ross turns around, looking like his in a coma. The others also turns around to get him.]

CHANDLER: Here we go, here we go.

RACHEL: Rossy, Rossy.

END


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