The Guys: Aww! Come on!

Phoebe: Hey, it's your Thanksgiving too, you know, instead of watching football, you could help.

The Guys: We know.

Monica: Uh, now Rachel, you wanna put the marshmallows in concentric circles.

Rachel: No Mon, you wanna put them in concentric circles. I want to do this.

Monica: Every year.

To the 10, to the 5. Touchdown, Giants!

Phoebe: You know, for once, I am gonna sit down and try to watch one of these things.

Ross: Halftime.

Joey: Hey, who wants to ah, throw the ball around a little, maybe a little three on three going?

Rachel: Oh! That would be sooo much fun! Oh, can I play too? I've never played football, like ever.

Joey: Great, you can cover Chandler.

Chandler: No, no, no, I don't, I don't really wanna play.

Joey: Come on man! You never wanna do anything since you and Janice broke up.

Chandler: That's not true! I wanted to wear my bathrobe and eat peanut clusters just all day. I wanted to start drinking in the morning. Don't say that I don't have goals!

Joey: Chandler, you have to start getting over her. All right, if you play, you get some fresh air, maybe it'll take your mind off Janice, and if you don't play, everyone will be mad at you 'cause the teams won't be even. Come on.

Chandler: Yeah, all right, I'll play. But I don't like...you.

Phoebe: Yay! ! Let's do it! Ross?

Ross: What? Wanna play football?

Ross: Um, Monica and I aren't supposed to play football.

Joey: Says who? Your mom?

Ross: Yeah. Yes.

Rachel:"What do you mean," she asks her boyfriend, really scared to hear the answer.

Monica: Well, every every Thanksgiving um, we used to have a touch football game called the 'Geller Bowl.'

Chandler: No, no, no, you say that proudly.

Monica: Anyway, Ross and I were always captains, and um, it got kind of competitive and one year, Geller Bowl Six, I accidentally broke Ross's nose.

Ross: It was soo not an accident. She saw I was about to tag her, so she threw her big fat grandma arm elbow on my face...just keep running.

Monica: Yeah, to score the winning touchdown, by the way.

Ross: Whoa, whoa, whoa, ho, ho, ho, you did not win the game, the touchdown didn't count, because of the spectacularly illegal, oh and by the way savage nose breaking.

Monica: I won the game.

Ross: Oh yeah! Then how come you didn't get the Geller Cup?

Rachel: Um, there was a Geller Cup?

Ross: Yes, it was the trophy you got if you won the game. But our Dad said, 'nobody won that game,' and he was sick of our fighting, so he took the trophy and...threw it in the lake.

Chandler: And was the curse lifted?

Ross: Anyway. That's when our Mom said we were not to play football again.

Monica: You know what, I think we should play a game. I mean come on, it's been twelve years.

Ross: Can I see you for a second?

Monica: Wuss! !

Ross: All right, we're gonna play.

Chandler: But wait a minute though, how are we gonna get there, because my Mom won't let me cross the street.

Phoebe: Hey. Pheebs, here you go.

Monica: Ok. Let's bring it in. Wait, no, honey, honey, throw it to me, throw it to me.

Ross: Here you go.

Rachel: That almost hit me in the face.

Joey: All right, we have to pick captains.

Chandler: And then Tennilles.

Phoebe: Ok, so how do we decide that?

Monica: Well, why don't we just bunny up. Rachel, Chandler, and What?

Monica and Bunny!

Monica: Ok, looks like Ross and I are captains.

Joey: There must be a special place in heaven for people who hung out with you two in high school.

Monica: Ok, so, I bunnied first which means I get to pick first. Joey. Thank you.

Rachel: Monica, I'm your best friend.

Ross: Sweetie, don't worry you'll get picked. Chandler.

Rachel: Ross! Phoebe.

Ross: Sweetie, now I pick you.

Rachel: You don't pick me! You're stuck with me!

Ross: Ok. All right. So let's see, let's play from the trash can, to the light post. Right. Two hand touch, we'll kick off.

Monica: All right people listen, I've got exactly twenty eight minutes before I have to baste again.

Chandler: Wow! Just like in the pros.

Joey: All right, huddle up, right over here.

Phoebe: Wait for me! Wait for me! Wait for me! Oh cool, this is my first huddle.

Monica: Ok. Ok, so what do you guys really think of Chandler?

Monica: Phoebe, you know what you're doing right? Yeah.

Monica: Ok, all right, Joey's gonna catch it, and you and I are gonna block.

Phoebe: What's block?

Monica: Phoebe, I thought you said you know what you're doing? I thought you meant in life.

Monica: Break.

Chandler: The ball is Janice. The ball is Janice.

Ross: Oww! ! Son of a...Ow! Come on!

Chandler: Sorry. I'm sorry. You know what, we're just gonna throw it.

Joey: I got it. Go! Go! Go!

Monica: Score! ! 7 to nothing!

Rachel: Ok honey, just so that I'm clear on this: Now you said in the huddle that if Joey caught the ball you were gonna be the one to stop him. Now you didn't, so is that like a, like a football strategy?

Ross: Yeah, it was part of my plan to fall instantly behind. So, come on, let's go.

Monica: Losers, walk! Yeah, losers talk!

Chandler: No, no, no, actually losers rhyme.

Chandler: Twenty three! ! Seventy four! ! You wanna go shotgun? Yeah!

Chandler: Hike! Monica and One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Over here, over here, over here!

Rachel: Ha! I almost caught that one!

Chandler: Great! Now, the score is 7 to almost 7.

Ross: Ok, this play, I want you to do a down and out to the right. Ok. Break!

Rachel: Wait, what am I gonna do?

Ross: You, you go long.

Rachel: Wait, how long?

Ross: Until we start to look very small. Ok.

Ross: Break! !

Joey: Set...hike! One Mississippi, two Mississippi, switch! Switch! Switch!

Chandler: No, no, no, no, no!

Joey: Haaaaa! Hey, thanks for stopping our ball.

Woman: You are playing American football?

Joey: Yeah! Wow, you're like from a whole other country.

Woman: I'm Dutch.

Joey: Hi hi, I'm Joey.

Woman: I'm Margha.

Joey: I'm sorry Dutch, I didn't get that last little bit.

Chandler: Hey Joey, you wanna play football or you wanna...Hi, I'm Chandler.

Margha: Hello, Chandler.

Joey: Her name is Dutch, and also Marklan.

Margha: Margha. Mar klan. Mar gha. Mar haaaan. Margha.

Phoebe: Yo, flirty boys! We're in the middle of the game.

Monica: Come on guys! Let's go! Come on, it's second down.

Ross: Uh, hello, it's third down. No it's not, it's second.

Ross: Wow!

Monica: Wow, what?

Ross: Uh, just amazes me that you're still pulling stuff like this.

Monica: Pulling what? It's second down. Ok, it's second down. Take all the second downs you need.

Monica: I heard that! Well, I said it loud.

Margha: It is ok, if I stay and watch? I can't go home just yet. My roomate is, um. .Verschlucken, a big American business man.

Chandler and Yeah! Why don't you stick around. You can sit right there.

Chandler: Well, that went well. I think so.

Chandler: You know, I was thinking about ah, asking her for her number.

Joey: Thanks man, but I think it makes a stronger statement if I ask for it myself, you know.

Chandler: Whoa ho, whoa! No, I was thinking about you know for me, as a part of that whole getting over Janice thing you were talking about.

Joey: Oh, yeah, that. All right, means that much to ya, I'll let you have her.

Chandler: Thanks. What, let me have her? ! What'd you mean? Like if you didn't I wouldn't have a shot?

Joey: Well I don't like to say it out loud, but, yeah! Don't feel bad man, we all have our strengths. You're better with numbers and stuff.

Chandler: Math! ! You're giving me math? All right, look, you know what, forget about it, you go for the girl, we'll see who gets her.

Ross: Chandler, I want you to run a post pattern to the left, ok. And sweetie...

Rachel: Yeah, I know, go long. You know, it's like all I'm doing is running back and forth from the huddle.

Ross: Well ah, you wanna just, stay out there?

Rachel: Can I see that for second? Yeah.

Monica: Okay, let's go. I got Chandler! Hut! Hike!

Monica: One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi.

Joey: Fumble!

Joey: What the hell's the matter with you? ! This is my favourite jersey.

Chandler: Well now you have two. Hey, I am good at math.

Joey: All right, that's it. You know I was still gonna let you have her. But now, forget about it. Prepare to feel very bad about yourself.

Chandler: Hey! Well, I've been preparing for that my entire life! Or something about you that's mean!

Monica: All right, come on guys, let's go! Tie score, we're running out of time. Forty two! ! Thirty eight! ! Hike!

Phoebe: Oh I got it! ! Oh! Ew! Broken boobs! Ow!

Joey: Pheebs, run! Run, Phoebe, run!

Phoebe: Touchdown! ! Touchdown! !

Ross: No, no, no. Uh, hello, the buzzer buzzed. It doesn't count.

Monica: After the snap! Before the snap!

Joey: After! ! Before! !

Rachel: Now, does it really matter? Yes! !

Phoebe: Well, ok, I made a touchdown. It was my first touchdown. So?

Ross: Oh, Pheebs, that's great. It doesn't count.

Monica: Does so count! Cheater, cheater, compulsive eater.

Phoebe: Oh my God!

Monica: You know what, that's fine, maybe you haven't grown up, but I have. Oh, oh, ok.

Monica: Dead leg! !

Ross: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ok, ok, fine, fine! All right, you wanna win by cheating, go ahead, all right. Phoebe the touchdown does count, you win.

Phoebe: Woo yay! ! No! Listen, I'm not gonna go through this with you again, ok.

Just once I wanna beat you when you can't blame it on the broken nose, or the buzzer, or the fact that you thought you might be getting mono, all right? Let's just call this, tie score, and it's halftime.

Ross: Ok, first of all, I don't play with cheaters, and second of all, you know I had swollen glands! !

Monica: You know what? I'll think you'll play.