Chandler: Eh...I don't, I don't know. What?

Chandler: Well, as old as he is in dog years, do you think Snoopy should still be allowed to fly this thing?

Gunther: Rachel?

Rachel: Yeah.

Gunther: You remember when you first came here, how you spent two weeks getting trained by another waitress?

Rachel: Oh, sure! Do you need me to train somebody new?

Gunther: Good one. Actually, ah, Terry wants you to take the training again, whenever.

Rachel: Eh, do you believe that?

Chandler: Yeah.

Sarah: So that's two boxes of the Holiday Macaroons. On behalf of the Brown Birds of America, I salute you.

Ross: Just admit it Chandler, you have no backhand.

Chandler: Excuse me little one, I have a very solid backhand.

Ross: Shielding your face and shrieking like a girl...is not a backhand.

Chandler: I was shrieking...like a Marine.

Ross: All right here. Watch me execute the three 'P's of championship play. Power. Precision. and panache.

Monica: You broke a little girl's leg? !

Ross: I know. I feel horrible. Ok?

Chandler: Says here that a Muppet got whacked on Sesame Street last night. Where exactly were you around ten ish?

Ross: Well, I'm gonna go see her. I wanna bring her something, what do you think she'd like?

Monica: Maybe a Hello Kitty doll, the ability to walk?

Rachel: I'm gonna get back to retraining.

Ross: All right, see you guys.

Chandler: Look out kids, he's coming!

Joey: And I gotta go sell some Christmas trees.

Phoebe: Have fun. Oh wait, no, don't! I forgot I am totally against that now.

Joey: What? Me, having a job?

Phoebe: No, no, I am against innocent trees being cut down in their prime, and their, their corpses pretty tired from lugging the trees around.

Hey, Phoebe, listen, you got this all wrong. Those trees were born to be Christmas trees, they're fulfilling their life purpose, by, by making people happy.

Phoebe: Really?

Chandler: Yes. Yes, and ah, ah, the trees are happy too, because for most of them, it's their only chance to see New York.

Gunther: and after you've delivered the drinks, you take the empty tray...

Rachel: Gunther, Gunther, please, I've worked here for two and a half years, I know the empty trays go over there.

Gunther: What if you put them here.

Rachel: Huh. Well, you know, that's actually really a good idea, because that way they'll be closer to the mugs. You know what, you should have the other waitresses do that too.

Gunther: They already do. That's why they call it the 'tray spot.'

Rachel: Geez, I always heard them talk about that, I sorta just thought that it was a club they went to. Oh God, I'm, I'm sorry.

Gunther: It's all right. Sweetheart.

Ross: So, this must be kinda neat for ya, huh? I mean, your Dad tells me that you get a couple of days off school, and you, you ah, don't have to sell those cookies anymore.

Sarah: Well, I kinda wanted to sell the cookies. The girl who sells the most wins a trip to space camp, and gets to sit in a real space shuttle.

Ross: Wow, you ah, you really like all this space stuff, huh?

Sarah: Yeah. My Dad says if I spend as much time helping him clean apartments as I do daydreaming about outer space, he'd be able to afford a trip to the Taj Mahal.

Ross: I think you'd have to clean a whole lot of apartments to go all the way to India.

Sarah: No. The one in Atlantic City, Dad loves the slots. He says he's gonna double the college money my grandma left me.

Ross: Huh. Well, good luck to Dad. Say, how many more boxes would you have to sell in order to win?

Sarah: The girl who won last year sold four hundred and seventy five. Yeah.

Sarah: So far, I've sold seventy five.

Ross: Four hundred, huh? Well, that sounds do able. How much are the boxes?

Sarah: Five dollars a box.

Ross: And what is second prize?

Sarah: A ten speed bike. But, I'd rather have something my Dad couldn't sell.

Ross: Well, that makes sense.

Sarah: Could you do me one favor, if it's not too much trouble?

Ross: Yeah, Sarah, anything.

Sarah: Could you pull the curtains open for me? The astronauts from the space shuttle are gonna be on the news, and since we don't have a TV, the lady across the alley said she'd push hers up to a window, so I could watch it.

Woman: Yesss?

Ross: Yeah, hi, I'm selling Brown Bird cookies.

Woman: You're no Brown Bird, I can see you through my peephole.

Ross: Um, no, hi, I'm, I'm an honorary Brown Bird.

Woman: What's that mean?

Ross: Ah, well, it means that I can sell cookies, but I'm not invited to sleep overs.

Woman: I can dial 9 1 1 at the press of a button, you know. Now, go away!

Ross: Please, please, um, it's for a poor little girl who wants to go to space camp more than anything in the world.

Woman: I'm pressing, a policeman is on his way.

Ross: Ok, ok! I'm going. I'm going.

Woman: I can still see you! All right! !

Phoebe: Hey. Hey. What, what're you doing here? Well, I I thought a lot about what you said, and um, I realized, all right maybe I was a little judgmental. Yeah, oh, but oh...

Joey: Not now, Phoebe, remember, hey, they're just fulfilling their Christmas...

Phoebe: Destiny. Sure. Yes.

Phoebe: Ok. Yikes! That one doesn't look very fulfilled.

Joey: Oh, that's, that's ah, one of the old ones, he's just taking it to the back.

Phoebe: You keep the old ones in the back, that is so ageist.

Joey: Well we have to make room for the fresh ones.

Phoebe: So, what happens to the old guys?

Joey: Well, they go into the chipper.

Phoebe: Why do I have a feeling that's not as happy as it sounds? No! Nooooo! Hey! Hey!

Ross: and these come in the shapes of your favorite Christmas characters, Santa, Rudolph, and Baby Jesus.

Joey: All right, I'll take a box of the cream filled Jesuses.

Ross: Wait a minute, one box! Come on, I'm trying to send a little girl to space camp, I'm putting you down for five boxes. Chandler, what about you?

Chandler: Ahh, all right, do you have any coconut flavored deities?

Ross: No, but ah, there's coconut in the Hanukkah Menorah eos. I tell you what, I'll put you down for eight boxes, one for each night.

Ross: Mon?

Monica: All right, I'll take one box of the mint treasures, one, and that's it.

I I started gaining weight after I joined the Brown Birds. Remember, Dad bought every one of my boxes and I ate them all?

Ross: Ah, no Mon, uh, Dad had to buy every one of your boxes because you ate them all.

But, you know I'm sure that's not gonna happen this time, why don't I just put you down for three of the mint treasures and just a couple of the Rudolph's.

Monica: No.

Ross: Oh, come on, now you know you want 'em.

Monica: Don't, don't, don't, don't do this.

Ross: I'll tell you what Mon, I'll give you the first box for free.

Monica: Oh God! I gotta go!

Ross: Come on! All the cool kids are eating 'em!

Gunther: And when you have a second later, I wanna show you why we don't just trap spiders under coffee mugs and leave them there.

Rachel: I'm training to be better at a job that I hate, my life officially sucks.

Joey: But Rach, wasn't this supposed to a temporary thing? I thought you wanted to do fashion stuff?

Rachel: Well, yeah! I'm still pursuing that.

Chandler: How...exactly are you pursuing that? You know other than sending out resumes, like, what? Two years ago?

Rachel: Well, I'm also sending out...good thoughts.

Joey: If you ask me, as long as you got this job, you got nothing pushing you to get another one. You need the fear.

Rachel: The fear?

Chandler: He's right, if you quit this job, you then have motivation to go after a job you really want.

Rachel: Well then how come you're still at a job that you hate, I mean why don't you quit and get 'the fear'?

Chandler: Because, I'm too afraid.

Rachel: I don't know, I mean I would give anything to work for a designer, you know, or a buyer...Oh, I just don't want to be 30 and still work here.

Chandler: Yeah, that'd be much worse than being 28, and still working here. Rachel? Yeah.

Gunther: Remind me to review with you which pot is decaf and which is regular.

Rachel: Can't I just look at the handles on them?

Gunther: You would think.