Rachel: Barbara! Hi, how are you? (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) No, I understand. Yeah. Oh, oh, come on, no, I'm fine. Don't be silly. Yeah... oh, but you know, if-if anything else opens up, plea—Hello? Hello? (hangs up phone, very depressed) (Rachel goes back and sits down. The rest don't know what to say.) Monica: Sorry, Rach. Phoebe: Y'know, there's gonna be lots of other stuff. Rachel: Yeah...(sigh)....OK. Where were we? Oh, OK... five card draw, uh... jacks or better... nothing wild, everybody ante. Joey: Look, Rachel, we don't have to do this. Rachel: Yes, we do. (pause) Monica: Alright, check. Joey: Check. Ross: I'm in for fifty cents. (throws it in) Chandler: Call. Phoebe: I'm in. Rachel: I see your fifty cents... and I raise you... five dollars. (throws it in) Ross: I thought, uh... it was a fifty cent limit. Rachel: Well, I just lost a job, and I'd like to raise the bet five bucks. Does anybody have a problem with that? (Everyone says no and folds, except for Ross, who thinks about it.) Rachel: (to Ross): Loser? (Chandler, Monica, Joey, and Phoebe back their chairs away from the table.) Ross: No, I fold. (lays cards down, and gets up) Rachel: What do you mean, you fold? Hey, come on! What is this? I thought that 'once the cards were dealt, I'm not a nice guy.' I mean, what, were you just full of it? (Ross thinks it over, finally sits down and picks up his cards.) Ross: I'm in. (throws in chips) Rachel: How many you want? Ross: One. (Rachel gives him the card.) Rachel: Dealer takes two. (she deals herself two cards) What do you bet? Ross: I bet two dollars. (throws it in) Rachel: OK... see your two... and I raise you twenty. (throws it in) Ross: I see your twenty, raise you twenty-five. (throws it in) (The other four look amazed at the large pot.) Rachel: See your twenty-five...and...uh, Monica, get my purse. (Monica gets up, looks in Rachel's purse.) Monica: Rachel, there's nothing in it. Rachel: OK, then get me your purse. (Monica gets Rachel her purse.) Monica: OK, here you go. Good luck. Rachel: (to Monica): Thank you. (to Ross): I saw your twenty-five, and I raise you... seven. Phoebe: ...teen! (throws in a ten-dollar bill) (Ross looks in his wallet, pulls out two dollars.) Ross: (to Joey): Joey, I'm a little shy. Joey: That's OK, Ross, you can ask me. What? (Ross looks at Joey, dumbfounded at his stupidity.) Chandler: (to Ross): What do you need, what do you need? Ross: Fifteen. Chandler: Alright, here's ten. (gives it to him) Joey: Here, I got five, I got five. (Ross takes the money) Ross: Thank you. Chandler: Good luck. Ross: (to Rachel): OK, I am calling your seventeen. What do you got? (Long pause as they both look at each other.) Rachel: (lays down cards) Full house. (Ross stares at her. Thinks about it. Puts cards on table, face down.) Ross: You got me. (Monica and Phoebe get up and start celebrating in the kitchen, pouring wine and singing. Rachel, shocked, goes to join them.) Joey: (to Ross): Ahhh, that's alright. Y'know, that's a tough hand to beat. Chandler: (to Ross): I thought we had them! Ross: Oh, well, when you don't have the cards, you don't have the cards, you know. (looks at Rachel) But, uh... look how happy she is. (smiles)