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Titolo: [SCRIPT] 905 in inglese

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905 - TOW Phoebe's Birthday Dinner
Scritto da: Jeffrey Astrof & Mike Sikowitz
Trascrizione inglese: Christoph Päper 
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SCENE: Central Perk.
Phoebe: Oh hey you guys, I couldn't get a reservation for the night of
my birthday, so we have to do dinner Thursday night instead.
Joey: Thursday? But that's Halloween.
Phoebe: So?
Joey: So spooky, that's all.
Ross: So, so, is Mike coming to dinner?
Phoebe: No! It's my first birthday with a boyfriend, and he has to
work. Ugh, I get mad at him, but I think it's a little to soon to show
my true colors.
Rachel: Pheebs, I would make a reservation for five, because one of us
has to stay home and watch Emma. (To Ross) Which one of us should go
to dinner?
Phoebe: Oh, Rachel! (As in "Rachel should go!")
Ross: Actually, um, I was thinking maybe both of us could go.
Phoebe: Oh, yay! (Less than enthusiastic.)
Ross: Thanks, I'll put a lot of extra thought into your gift.
Phoebe: Alright, okay, so we can all go now. That's fun. Hey, you know
what? We all haven't been together, the six of us, in such a long
time.
Monica: What are you talking about? We're all together right now.
Rachel: Um, Mon, Chandler's not here.
Monica: Oh, dear God!
Opening Credits
SCENE: Tulsa, a conference room
Chandler: Good morning everyone, it's nice to see our team together
for the first time. Now, before we get started, are there any
questions? Yes, Ken is it?
Ken: That's right. Is it true the reason you're here in Tulsa is that
you fell asleep in a meeting and took the job without realizing what
you were saying yes to?
Chandler: Well, don't believe everything you hear, Ken. But yeah,
that's true. Alright, let's get started by taking a look at last
quarter's figures. (Claudia, next to Chandler, lights a cigarette.)
Ah, Claudia, aren't you supposed to blow smoke up the bosses' ass?
Claudia: I'm sorry. Does the smoke bother you?
Chandler: No, no, no-no-no. I smoked for years, then I quit. Right
now, I can't remember why. You're not allowed to smoke in this office.
Not right?
Claudia: Yes, in Oklahoma it's legal to smoke in offices with fifteen
people or less. Would you like one?
Chandler: Alright, look. I don't smoke anymore. But if the rest of you
want to light up, go ahead, it's fine. (Everyone lights up.) So you
all smoke then? That's almost rude, that I'm not.
Ken: That's not true. If you don't wanna smoke ...
Chandler: (loud) Ken, please! No, I can't, I can't smoke. If I smoke,
my wife would kill me.
Ken: I'm sorry, but isn't your wife back in New York?
Chandler: I always liked you, Ken. (Takes a cig)
SCENE: Moncia and Chandler's.
Knock at door.
Phoebe: (from outside) Trick or treat!
Monica: (opening the door) Hey!
Phoebe: Ooh, and treat it is. (Looks at Monica's exposed cleavage.)
Monica: Hmhmm. (Closes robe)
Phoebe: Wow, so glad I changed. Almost wore my threadbare robe that
can't contain my breasts.
Monica: This is not, what I'm wearing. I'm ovulating and Chandler's
gonna be home any minute, so I thought we would try before dinner.
Phoebe: Ohh. Oh wait! (Jis) you guys won't be late for my dinner, will
you?
Monica: Believe me, Chandler and I have not seen each other in over a
week. We'll probably be the first ones there.
Phoebe: 'kay, see you there. Happy humping! (outside, meets Chandler.)
Hey...hey! (Sniffs) Oh, wow, somebody smoked out here? Oh my god,
don't people know, you're not allowed to smoke in public spaces?
Chandler: Actually, in Oklahoma smoking is legal in all common areas
and offices with fewer than fifteen people.
Phoebe: You smoked!
Chandler: No! I just happen to know a lot of trivia about smoking in
different states. For example, in Hawaii cigarettes are called
leihalalokos.
Phoebe: (Sniffs him) Chandler, you stink of cigarettes.
Chandler: Ah, do you think, Monica's gonna be able smell it?
Phoebe: Are you kidding? The woman has the nose of a bloodhound ...
and the breasts of a great goddess... (Has odd smile.)
Chandler: Pheebs?
Phoebe: (embarrassed) I'm gonna go.
Chandler: (Enters. Talking to self) Okay, something to cover the smell
... Oven cleaner! (sprays himself, reads label) Unscented!
Monica: (from bedroom doorway) Welcome home. I've missed you. Join me
in the bedroom?
Chandler: No thanks, I'm good.
Monica: (comes over) OK, so you wanna play it that way, do you?
Chandler: (shrinks back) Right. You know what? Actually I just got off
the plane, so I'm feeling kinda gross. Maybe I should just take a
shower.
Monica: You don't need a shower.
Chandler: (backs away) Alright, the truth is, I soiled myself during
some turbulences.
Monica: What do I smell? (sniffs him) I smell smoke. Hon, did you
smoke?
Chandler: Yes, but I just had one. Two. Two tiny cigarettes. Okay,
five. A pack. Two packs...a...a carton. Three big fat cartons in two
days. But it's over, I made a decision, I'm not gonna smoke anymore.
Monica: (Finds a pack inhis jacket)
Chandler: But, those are for you.
SCENE: Ross and Rachel's.
Ross: (On phone.) Alright, we'll just, uh, see you when you get here.
Bye. (Hangs up) Huh, that was my mom, she's stuck in terrible traffic.
Rachel: Okay, well that's now the third sign that I should not leave
Emma.
Ross: Oh, what were the other two?
Rachel: Well, let's see. The first one is: I don't want to. And, you
know, I'm not going.
Ross: I know, it's the first time, we're leaving the baby and ... hey,
I know how hard it is for you, but ... but Emma is gonna be fine. My
mom is gonna be with her. She's great with kids.
Rachel: She is?
Ross: Yeah.
Rachel: What about Monica.
Ross: Hey, you only heard Monica's side of that. That little fatso was
a terror.
Rachel: I just don't think I can bear it.
Ross: Rachel, I know that you can. And you should.
Rachel: Umm.
Ross: Really, it would be good for you and in fact, why don't you, why
don't you go ahead to the restaurant and I'll wait for my mom, and
then I'll meet you there.
Rachel: Oh, ah...
Ross: No, no, really. You should go. Just go! Go! Go out! Really, the
world is your oyster. Kick up the heels. Paint the town red.
Rachel: You need to learn some new slang.
Ross: I'm serious. C'mon, you should go. Here. (shoves her outside)
No, uh-uh, just go. 
Rachel: Wait ... Oh!
Ross: No! No, you know what? (closes the door) You're not going back
in there, the baby's fine, now scram. Yeah, tell your story walking.
Rachel: I was just going to say that I left my keys.
Ross: Oh, (door is locked) Holy moly, are we in a pickle now.
SCENE: The restaurant. Phoebe and Joey are sitting alone at a table
for six.
Phoebe: Where is everyone? They're forty minutes late.
Joey: I know.
Phoebe: I'm starving. I knew we were coming here tonight, so I ate
nothing all day.
Joey: What about me, huh? Only had one lunch today.
Waiter: So, are we expecting the rest of our party shortly?
Phoebe: (Putting on "higher class" way of speaking.) Yes, they are
expected presently. Yeah, yeah um, their arrival is in the offing.
Waiter: Right. We do have a table for two available, perhaps you would
be more comfortable.
Joey: No, they're coming, we're waiting right here.
Phoebe: Joseph! (To waiter) Thou needn't worry, they shan't be long.
Waiter: It's just that we do have some large parties waiting.
Phoebe: One really does have a stick up one's ass, doesn't one.
SCENE: Chandler and Monica's
Monica: How can you smoke in this day of age? Do you not seen that ad
where the little kid walks to grandpa, it's chilling.
Chandler: I messed up, it was a meeting, everybody was smoking.
Monica: So what? Don't you have any will power?
Chandler: Will power? I've watched home movies of you eating
ding-dongs without taking the tinfoil off.
Monica: You said that was sexy!
Chandler: OK, look: Can we just drop this? I'm not gonna smoke again.
Monica: That's right, because I forbid you to smoke again.
Chandler: You forbid me?
Monica: Um-hm.
Chandler: You know, I flew a long way t see my loving wife...is she
here, by the way?
Monica: Don't joke with me, okay? I'm very, very upset right now.
Chandler: Oh, would you say this was the most upset you could be?
Monica: Yes.
Chandler: Then, I might as well do this (Lights a cigarette. Exhales.
Pauses.) Not really sure what to do now.
Monica: Well, I'll tell you what we're gonna do: We are already late
for Phoebe's birthday dinner, so you put out that cigarette, we're
gonna put this fight on hold and go have sex.
Chandler: Fine. What?!?
Monica: Sex! This is the last day I'm ovulating, and if we don't do it
now, we'll have to wait till next month.
Chandler: You're serious? 
Monica: Oh yeah!
Chandler: Right, fine, I'll do it, but no talking.
Monica: Huh, and no cuddling.
Chandler: And no kissing your neck.
Monica: Oh good, I hate it when you do that
Chandler: And lots of kissing your neck!
SCENE: Outside Ross and Rachel's.
Ross: Okay, well the superintendant is not home.
Rachel: No!
Ross: Oh-oh, wait, my mother is gonna be here any minute. And she has
the keys.
Rachel: Alright, I can't, I can't wait that long. You have to do
something...knock that door down!
Ross: I would, but I bruise like a peach. Besides, you know,
everything is gonna be fine. The baby's sleeping.
Rachel: What if she jumped out the basinet?
Ross: Can't hold her own head up, but yeah, jump out.
Rachel: Oh my God, I left the water running.
Ross: Rach, you did not leave the water running. Please, just pull
yourself together, okay?
Rachel: Ah, did I leave the stove on?
Ross: You never cooked since 1996.
Rachel: Is the window open? Because if there's a window open, a bird
could fly in there.
Ross: Oh my god, you know what, yeah, I think you're right. I think ..
listen, listen!
Rachel: Huh?
Ross: A pigeon, a pigeon. No, no wait, no, no, an eagle flew in!
Landed on the stove and caught fire. The baby, seeing this, jumps
across the apartment to the mighty bird's aid. The eagle, however,
misconstrues as an act of aggression and grabs the baby in its talons.
Meanwhile the faucet fills the apartment with water. Baby and bird
still ablaze are locked in a death grip, swirling around in the whirl
pool that fills the apartment.
Rachel: Boy, are you gonna be sorry if that's true.
SCENE: The restaurant, still only Phoebe and Joey.
Waiter: Hello.
Phoebe & Joey: Hey.
Waiter: It's been an hour. Would you be willing to reconsider
switching to a smaller table?
Joey: Maybe we should just eat now.
Waiter: You can't order until your entire party has arrived.
Restaurant policy.
Joey: Well, how about this: Another table leaves, right? But there's
still some food left on their place, OK, what's the restaurant's
policy about people eating that?
Waiter: Strange man.
Joey: But it happens? (Waiter leaves. To Pheobe.) I'm gotta go to the
bathroom.
Phoebe: No, you can't go. No-no-no, I can't hold this table on my own.
If they ask me to move, I'll cave.
Joey: If you ask me to stay, I'll pee. (leaves)
Maitre D': Good evening, Miss. (Phoebe turns her head away) Miss?
(from the opposite side) Miss? Miss!
Phoebe: Okay, fine, I'll move. Alright, you don't have to manhandle
me. (gets up) Where? Okay. Thank you. .
Joey: (Returns to their old table where elderly people are sitting
now, sits) Finally you guys made it. (looks up, turns left to Phoebe's
chair) Pheebs, who the hell...ahhh!
SCENE: The Bings' bedroom.
Monica: Spend more time with the tie. That'll make a baby.
Chandler: Look, I can't do this. I can't make love to you while we're
fighting this way.
Monica: Oh sure, now you're Mister Sensitivity. But when you wanted to
have sex right after my uncle's funeral...
Chandler: That was a celebration of life! Alright, look, I'm not gonna
do this. Alright, is this really the way you want our baby to be
conceived?
Monica: No, you're right. We shouldn't do it like this. Huh. For what
it's worth, I'm, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come down on you so hard
about the smoking. So you had a few cigarettes, it's not the end of
the world.
Chandler: You mean it?
Monica: Yeah.
Chandler: You are incredible. I'm not gonna smoke again. And if I do,
I promise, I will hide it so much better from you. (they kiss)
Monica: Do you want to?
Chandler: Yeah, let's celebrate life!
Monica: Okay.
SCENE: Ross & Rachel's 
They enter with Ross's Mom
Rachel: (To Emma) Oh, God, Oh, thank god, you're okay. I'm so sorry we
left you. Mom never gonna leave you again. Never ever ever again. 
Ross: Great. So let's get going?
Rachel: Oh no. I mean it. After what just happened, I'm never leaving
her again.
Ross's Mom: I understand, separation is hard. One time I was about to
leave Ross to go to the beauty parlor and he got so upset, he took off
all his clothes, tucked his willie between his legs and cried out:
"Mommy, I'm a girl, take me with you."
Ross: Somehow, over time, it got easier to be apart from you.
SCENE: Monica and Chandler's, in bed
Chandler: Uhh. You are welcome.
Monica: You know what? Let's not talk.
Chandler: What?
Monica: Ooh, I am still so mad at you for smoking.
Chandler: But you said you forgave me. It was just a couple of
cigarettes, no big deal.
Monica: Oh, blah blah blah blah.
Chandler: I can't believe it.
Monica: I was just saying that because I was ovulating and you said
you wouldn't have sex with me while we're fighting.
Chandler: You tricked me to get me into bed?
Monica: That's right, I got mine.
Chandler: I feel so used.
SCENE: Restaurant
Phoebe: Well, I guess they're not coming. You wanna just order?
Joey: Thank you. Waiter! All right, this is gonna be fast, so try to
keep up. Risotto with the shaped truffels and the roasted rip steak
with the golden ??? and a Bordelaise sauce, unless any of that stuff I
just said means snails.
Waiter: It doesn't.
Phoebe: Tomato tart and which of the pastas would you recommend?
Waiter: Oh, they're both exquisite.
Phoebe: Both it is, thank you.
Joey: Oh, uh, again. Can I make a special request? Can you bring
everything as soon as it's ready? Appetizers, entrees, we don't care.
Ross & Rachel: (entering) Hey, hi, hi!
Waiter: I'll just wait to put your order in.
Phoebe: You guys are over an hour late. What happened to you two?
Ross: I'm so sorry ...
Rachel: We got locked out of the apartment, we ...
Joey: That's a great story. Can I eat it?
Ross: And then Rachel wasn't sure she could leave the baby.
Rachel: It wasn't easy, but it's your birthday and I did what I got to
do.
Phoebe: And that's Judy over there at the bar with Emma?
Rachel: Oh honey, this is for the best, this way I'm not distracted,
worrying about Emma, how she's doing at home and I'm being completely
here with you and, oh, she spit up!
Ross: What?
Rachel: She spit up. Judy! She spi...Judy! Look alive, Judy! Thank
you.
Ross: (To waiter, opening menu) Thanks. Oh.
Rachel: Oh, ooh, everything looks delicious. What should I ha-ave?
What should I have?
Joey: (mumbling) Never hit a woman. Never hit a woman.
Ross: Y'know this ??? is incredible.
Joey: (still mumbling to himself) Ross bruises like a peach. He
bruises like a peach.
Ross: Okay, I'll have the fixed salad and the duck.
Rachel: Yeah, I'll have the soup and the salmon.
Joey: And remember whatever comes up first. Okay? And hurry, because
...
Monica: Happy birthday!
Joey: Son of a bitch!
Phoebe: Where, where have you been?
Monica: Well, we had a little fight.
Chandler: I would never lie to get someone into bed.
Monica: You used to tell girls you were a Kennedy. Ooh, uh, thanks.
Wow, little tight, isn't it? How come you didn't get a bigger table?
...You-you had a big table, but they made you move. Huh-huh, shut up
Monica. (Looks at menu) I suppose that Chandler will have the smoked
duck.
Chandler: I suppose that Monica will have the ... manipulative shrew.
Waiter: (Leaving) I'll give you another minute.
Joey: Why are you going? (Following) He said she wanted the shrew! 
Ross: Rach, c'mon, Emma is fine. You're turning into an obsessive
mother. Okay, you need to stop.
Rachel: You guys ever heard the story about when Ross's mom went to
the beauty salon?
Chandler: You mean the willie story?
Ross: Huh-huh, they already know it! (Ross wins...but then realizes
that perhaps it's not a good thing that they already know this story.)
Phoebe: You guys, we've been waiting for you for a long time, maybe
you should order.
Joey: (Returning) No, no, it's okay, I already told the waiter what
they want.
Monica: Why would you do that?
Joey: Chandler, control your woman!
Rachel: (Lifts glass for a toast) Okay, as everybody has ordered, I
would like to start the celebration and make a toast ... to Phoebe.
She dropped her sock.
Phoebe: Aw ... what?
Rachel: No, no, Emma dropped her sock.
Monica: Mom's here? I wanted to have lunch with her today, she told me
she was out of town.
Rachel: Ross, she still has not noticed that the baby's sock is on the
ground.
Phoebe: It's a good toast.
Rachel: (to Ross) Could you please get her attention?
Ross: Mommy!
Phoebe: (getting up) Oh, for god's sake, (shouting) Judy, pick up the
sock! Pick up the sock! Pick up the sock! (everybody stares) I'm
sorry, was that rude? Di-did my, my li-little outburst blunt the
hideousness that is this evening? Look, I know, you all have a lot
going on, but all I wanted to do was have dinner with my friends on my
birthday. And you are all so late and you didn't even have the
courtesy to call. (her phone rings) Well, it's too late now.
Ross: Well, I don't think that's us.
Phoebe: Well, this is, this is, this is not over! (on phone) Hello?
Joey: (to Chandler and Monica) Well, what is going on with you two?
Monica: Um, you see, I'm ovulating.
Chandler: Oh yeah, that's what she says. But maybe you're not
ovulating at all, maybe it's just a clever ruse to get me into bed.
Monica: Yes smokie, that is what it was. I just can't get enough.
Chandler: (to Joey) You not gonna believe this: She lied! She tricked
me into having sex with her.
Joey: So? You had sex, right?
Chandler: What's the matter with me? Why I'm such a girl?
Phoebe: (returns) Okay, that was Mike.
Rachel: Phoebe, hi, we're so sorry. You're totally right. We are here
one hundred per cent and we love you and we are ready to start your
birthday celebration.
Phoebe: Huh, guys, that means the world to me. Huh, okay, I'm gonna
take off.
Rachel: What?
Phoebe: Oh, I love you guys too, but Mike got off work early. Wait.
Wait, I'm not the kind of girl that just ditches her friends to be
with her boyfriend. You know what? I am. Bye guys! (waves to the bar)
Judy! Bye.
Rachel: Oh thank god, if Phoebe's going, can we please take Emma home?
Ross: You know, I think that's a good idea. Our babysitter just
pounded down another Chardonnay. Bye, you guys.
Monica: Bye.
Joey: See ya. Well, this is just us.
Monica & Chandler: Mhum.
Monica: So, I'm, I'm probably still ovulating. Do you want to give it
another try?
Chandler: So you never had sex with a Kennedy, have you?
Joey: Do, you gonna go do it now?
Monica: We don't have much time. Once the egg decends into the ovaries
..
Joey: No, no (not wanting to hear).
(Monica and Chandler leave, the waiter comes)
Waiter: I sincerely hope the rest of your party is returning.
Joey: Nah, just me. All alone. (all the food is served) Dinner for six
for one, huh. (To waitstaff) You boys are about to see something
really special.
Closing Credits
SCENE: continues, Joey finished everything
Waiter: How was everything, sir?
Joey: Excellent. The shrew in particular was exquisite .
Waiter: Well, I hope you've got some room left.
Waiters: (with birthday cake, singing) Happy birthday to you, happy
birthday to you, happy birthday dear ...
Joey: Joey! Joey.
Waiters: ... Joey, happy birthday to you.
Joey: This is the best birthday ever. 
End
 
Chettimar - zoster
-- 
Jane, since I've met you I've noticed things that I never knew were
there before; birds singing, dew glistening on a newly formed leaf,
stoplights.

Phoebe: Tomato tart 
e perche' mai avrebbero adattato: "Spaghetti alla marinara"?
Un'ordinazione tipica per una vegetariana :)
z
-- 
j./I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in 
public.
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