Friends 403 The One With The ‘Cuffs

[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Chandler is sitting in the canoe as Joey runs through the door carrying an outdoor patio table.] Joey: Hey!! We are so in luck! Treeger said that we could have all this cool stuff from the basement. Wait right there. (Goes back into the hall) Chandler: Oh no-no-no, I’m, I’m paddling away! Joey: (Returning carrying a couple of rusted lawn chairs) Huh?! Chandler: Wow! Really?! We get all this rusty crap for free?! Joey: Uh-huh. This and a bunch of bubble wrap. And, some of it is not even popped! (They both sit down at the table and the chick and the duck enter from Joey’s bedroom.) Chandler: Could we be more white trash? OPENING CREDITS [Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica, Ross, Phoebe, and Rachel are eating breakfast.] Monica: (Entering from her bedroom) How desperate am I? Rachel: Oh! Good thing Chandler’s not here, he always wins at this game. Monica: I just told my Mom I’d cater a party for her. Phoebe: How come? Monica: Because I need the money, and I thought that it’d be a great way to get rid of that last little schmidgen of self-respect. Ross: Come on, I think this is a good thing. I don’t think Mom would’ve hired you if she didn’t think you were good at what you do. Monica: You don’t have to stick up for her. She can’t here you. [Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Joey is reading the paper and Chandler is getting ready for work.] Rachel: (entering) Hey! Umm, do you guys have any juice? Joey: Just pickle. Chandler: Hey uh, Rach, funny story. I ah, bumped into Joanna on the street yesterday. Rachel: My boss, Joanna? Wow, that must’ve been awkward. Chandler: Well, no, actually she uh, asked me if I wanted to get a drink. Rachel: (laughs) You ah, you didn’t say ‘Yes’ to that did you? Chandler: (laughs) No. No! Joanna: (Coming out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel) Hello, Rachel. (She goes into Chandler’s bedroom) Chandler: Well, not at first. Rachel: What is she doing here? (Joey makes a sound like a creaking bed.) Rachel: I don’t understand! Last time you went out with her you said she was a ‘big, dull dud.’ Chandler: Well, I think I judged her too quickly, and this time we were able to take the relationship to the next level. (Joey creaks louder) Rachel: Well, last time I almost got fired. You must end it, you must end it now! Chandler: Oh, come on! It’s not like this is an everyday occurrence for me! I mean usually I’m pretty much just in there by myself. (Joey makes a sound imitating one person making a bed creak and Chandler turns and glares at him.) Rachel: Chandler!! (He turns around quickly) Promise me, you will end it. Chandler: Okay, I promise, I’ll end it. Rachel: Thank you. Chandler: I hope you know what I’m giving up for ya, because she’s not just the boss in your office, if you know what I mean. Joey: Yeah-eh-eah! (Rachel glares at him) Oh-oh, sorry, I-I knew what he meant. [Scene: The Geller household kitchen, Monica and Phoebe are cooking for Mrs. Geller’s party.] Mrs. Geller: (entering) How’s the hired help? Monica: Doing great, the quiches are coming along. Mrs. Geller: What’s this? Blue nail polish? Monica: Yeah, I thought it was cute. Mrs. Geller: Ahh, that’s what your Grandmother’s hands looked like when we found her. Monica: Let me ask you a question. Mrs. Geller: Hmm. Monica: Why did you hire me? Mrs. Geller: Oh, well Richard raved about the food at his party, of course you were sleeping with him. Then I heard the food at that lesbian wedding was very nice, I assume you weren’t sleeping with anybody there. Though, at least that would be something. (Leaves) Monica: (to Phoebe) Oh my God! Did you hear that? She hired me because she thinks I’m good. Phoebe: Okay, I didn’t hear that. Monica: Oh yeah, she didn’t hire me out of pity, it wasn’t so she could pick on me in front of her friends, she actually thinks I’m good. Phoebe: Wow! And hey, it’s cool if you’re a lesbian! (Gives her a thumbs up) [Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Joey is scrapping gum off the table as there is a knock on the door. He goes over and opens it.] The Salesman: (Entering before Joey can say anything) Good afternoon, are you the decision maker of the house? Joey: Uhhhh. (He’s not sure) The Salesman: Do you ah, currently own a set of encyclopedias? Joey: No! No. But ah, try the classifieds, people sell everything in there. The Salesman: Actually, I’m not buying. I’m selling. Let me ask you one question. Do your friends ever have a conversation and you just nod along even though you’re not really sure what they’re talking about? (We go into a flashback sequence with Joey remembering some of those times.) [Cut to Monica and Rachel’s apartment, all are there.] Ross: …I’m telling you it’s totally unconstituional. Monica, Chandler, Phoebe, and Rachel: Oh yeah, I totally agree. (Joey just nods his head.) [Cut to Central Perk, the entire gang is there.] Monica: …I think he deserves a Nobel Prize. (Joey starts to nod ‘Yes.’) All: Nooo!! (Joey quickly stops nodding his head.) [Cut to Monica and Rachel’s, they’re all there playing cards.] Chandler: …it was like the Algonquin kids table. (They all laugh, but Joey only laughs not to be left out.) [Cut back to the present day.] The Salesman: (Interrupting the flashback) Excuse me, I’m sorry, you haven’t said anything for about two and a half minutes, are you at all interested? Joey: Yeah-well-yeah! Yeah-oh-yeah. Come on in. [Scene: The Geller’s Kitchen, Monica and Phoebe are still cooking.] Phoebe: That’s weird. Monica: What? Phoebe: Your nails. Monica: Oh, I know, I never wear fake ones. I just did it so my Mom wouldn’t give me grief about me biting them. Phoebe: Oh, no, I meant that it’s weird that you only have nine now. Monica: (Looks at her nails) Oh my God. Wait a minute, I had them put… (realises) Oh my God! It’s in the quiche! Oh My God! Phoebe: Okay, don’t panic. I’m gonna go to the store, I’m gonna get you another set of nails, no one’s gonna know, and you’re gonna look great. (She runs over to get her coat.) Oh! Oh, it’s ‘cause they’re gonna eat—that’s the problem. Mrs. Geller: (entering) (to Monica) Honey, don’t bite your nails. Monica: Okay ah, please don’t freak out. Umm, but ah, there’s a blue fingernail in one of the quiche cups, and there’s no way to know which one. Phoebe: And! Whoever finds it wins the prize! Mrs. Geller: (laughs) I’m not freaking out. Monica: Then why are you laughing? Mrs. Geller: It’s nothing, it’s just that now your Father owes me five dollars. Monica: What? You bet I’d lose a nail? Mrs. Geller: Oh no, don’t be silly. I just bet I’d need these. (Opens the freezer to reveal…) Monica: Frozen lasagnas? Mrs. Geller: Um-hmm. Monica: You bet that I’d screw up?! So all that stuff about hiring me because I was good was… Mrs. Geller: No-no-no, that was all true. This was just in case you pulled a Monica. Monica: You promised Dr. Weinburg, you’d never use that phrase. Mrs. Geller: Oh honey, come on, have a sense of humour, you’ve never been able to laugh at yourself. Monica: (laughs) That’s right. My Mom doesn’t have any faith in me! Oh, that’s hilarious! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Phoebe: I don’t get it. Mrs. Geller: No, I have faith… Monica: (interrupting) No! You have lasagnas! (Storms out and an awkward silence follows.) Oven: Ding! Phoebe: Op, the ruined quiches are ready. [Scene: Joanna’s office, Joanna and Chandler are making out on her chair. Chandler isn’t wearing any pants.] Chandler: It just doesn’t…feel like we’re breaking up. Joanna: No, we are. I’m sad. Chandler: Okay. (They start kissing again, but are interrupted by the phone. Joanna: (answering the phone) Yes. (listens) Uh, can’t you wait until tomorrow? (listens) All right. (hangs up) Unbelievable!! Chandler: Thanks. Joanna: No, no, that was my boss. I have to go. Chandler: Okay. (Starts to button up his shirt) Joanna: What are you doing? Chandler: I’m getting dressed. Joanna: Why? Chandler: When I walk outside naked people throw garbage at me. Joanna: Wait. I wanna show you something. Chandler: What is it? Joanna: Just a little gag gift somebody gave me. (She’s holding a pair of handcuffs) Put your hands together. Chandler: Ah-ha, you’re not the boss of me. (She kisses him) Yeah, you are! (She handcuffs him to the chair) Ooh, saucy. Joanna: (kisses him) I’ll be back in ten minutes. (Starts to leave) Chandler: You are, you’re gonna leave me like this? Joanna: Knowing you’re here, waiting for me I think it’s kinda exciting. Chandler: Okay. But if you don’t come back soon, (She leaves and closes the door) there’s pretty much nothing I can do about it! [Cut to Joanna’s outer office, where Rachel and Sophie work. They are both coming back from lunch.] Joanna: (locking her door) Oh. Sophie: Hi! I brought you back a macaroon! Joanna: Oh great! I’ll keep it in my butt with your nose. (She grabs the cookie and walks out.) Rachel: That’s weird, she locked the door. Sophie: Y’know why? She’s got the Christmas bonus list in there. I saw her working on it this morning. Rachel: Okay, swear you won’t tell, but when Mark left he gave me a key to Joanna’s office. Do you wanna see the list? Sophie: Yeah! (Rachel unlocks and opens the door to reveal a half-naked Chandler handcuffed to the chair. They both gasp and Chandler stares at them in shock and surprise.) Chandler: Hi! (to Sophie) How are you? (Rachel and Sophie both back out and close the door without saying anything. COMMERCIAL BREAK [Scene: Joanna’s office, Chandler, still handcuffed to the chair, is looking through the lingerie catalogue by turning the pages with his teeth. The phone rings and Chandler answers it with his nose.] Chandler: Hello, Joanna…(Realises he doesn’t know her last name)…’s office. Joanna: (on speaker phone) I’m really sorry but I may be a little while longer. Chandler: How little?! Joanna: A couple of hours, I feel awful. Chandler: Look, this isn’t funny! You get back here right now! Joanna: I can’t!! Chandler: Why not?! Joanna: I’m in my boss’s car! Chandler: What?! Joanna: Uh-oh, tunnel. (The phone gets cut off) (Chandler gets an idea) [Cut to Rachel’s office as her intercom buzzes.] Rachel: (answering it) (angrily) What?! Chandler: (in a serious, businesslike tone) Rachel, could I see you for a moment? (Rachel goes into talk to Chandler.) Chandler: Okay, here’s the situation. The keys to the cuffs are on the back of the door. Could you be a doll and grab them and scoot on over and unlock me? And on a totally different subject, that is a lovely pantsuit. Rachel: You promised you would break up with her! Chandler: I did break up with her! She just took it really, really well! Rachel: And the fact that you were jeopardising my career never entered your mind?! Chandler: It did enter my mind! But then something happened that made it, shoot right out. Rachel: Y'know what Chandler, you got yourself into those cuffs, you get yourself out of them. Chandler: No-no-no-no-no-no-no!! I can’t get myself right out of them! You must have me confused with the Amazing Chandler!! Come on, you have to unlock me, she could be gone for hours, and I’m cold, and (Stops and looks up the skirt on a statue behind Joanna’s desk.) Rachel: Oh, Chandler!! All right, this is it! (Grabs the key) You never see Joanna again! Chandler: Never! Rachel: You never come into this office again! Chandler: Fine! Rachel: You give me back my Walkman! Chandler: I—never borrowed your Walkman. Rachel: Well, then I lost it. You buy me one! Chandler: You got it! Here we go! Come on! This is great! (Rachel goes over and unlocks the handcuffs) Ahhh! (He starts rubbing his wrist) Rachel: Does it hurt? ……