ROSS: (entering) Hey!
CHANDLER: Hey, mister tux!
ROSS: Why aren't you guys dressed?
JOEY: We have a half hour.
ROSS: No, four minutes ago you had a half hour, we have to be out the door at twenty to eight.
JOEY: Relax Ross, we'll be ready. It only takes us two minutes to get dressed.
ROSS: Well, you know, I'd feel a whole lot better if you got dressed now.
RACHEL: Pheebs, you go with Monica and try on her green dress. If that doesn't work, you can wear my gray silk one. Oh, gosh, what am I wearing?!
ROSS: You don't, you don't know what your wearing?
RACHEL: Well, hon-ey. I'm just trying to look nice for your big night.
ROSS: Yeah, which, which we have to leave for in exactly twelve minutes. All right, come on, I'll just pick something out for you.
RACHEL: (entering from her room) Okay, Pheebs, quick, what shoes should I wear? The black or the purple?
ROSS: Just, just, just pick one!
PHOEBE: Okay, okay, okay, the black. But, oh, do you have black, with the little strappys?
RACHEL: Yeahh, but, but those really go better with pants. Maybe I should wear pants?
ROSS: Yeah, pants, what, what an idea. Or better yet, um, how 'bout you go without any pants. Look, I don't know what you're trying to do to me, but just get your butt in there and pick out any shoes that fit your feet, okay. No, no I don't care if they match. I don't care if they make your ankles or your knees or your earlobes look fat. Okay.
RACHEL: But I...
ROSS: No, no, no just do it. Go in there and pick something out so we can go.
RACHEL: All right.
ROSS: Thank you!