119-part 02 - 六人行

[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel is taking care of Marcel
and they are watching a soap opera.]

Rachel: Now, now the one in the feather boa, that's Dr. Francis.
Now, she used to be a man. Okay, now look, see, there's Raven.
We hate her. We're glad she's dying. Okay-
(Marcel pushes down a cushion to reveal a shoe)
Wh- wh- Marcel, are you playing with Monica's shoes?
You know you're not supposed to pl- whoah.
Marcel, did you poo in the shoe?
(Takes the shoe into the kitchen) Marcel, bad monkey!
Oh! Oh! (She notices the newsletter
and taps the contents of the shoes onto it, then folds it shut)
Sorry, Barry. Little engagement gift.
I'm sure you didn't register for that.
(She leaves the apartment holding the newsletter at arm's length.
However, she leaves the door open.
Marcel runs out in the opposite direction.
There is a shot from the TV and Rachel runs back in)
Who died? Who died? Roll him over! Oh, c'mon, roll him over!
Oh...! Well, we know it wasn't Dexter, right Marcel?
Because- (Looks down and notices he is missing)
Marcel? Marc- (Notices the open door)

[Time lapse. Now everyone but Ross and Phoebe is back at Monica and Rachel's.]

Joey: How could you lose him?

Rachel: I don't know. We were watching TV,
and then he pooped in Monica's shoe-

Monica: Wait. He pooped in my shoe? Which one?

Rachel: I don't know. The left one.

Monica: Which ones?

Rachel: Oh. Oh, those little clunky Amish things you think go with everything.

Phoebe: (Entering) Hey.

All: Hi.

Phoebe: Whoah, ooh, why is the air in here so negative?

Chandler: Rachel lost Marcel.

Phoebe: Oh no, how?

Monica: He- he pooped in my shoe.

Phoebe: Which one?

Monica: Those cute little black ones I wear all the time.

Phoebe: No, which one? The right or left?
'Cause the left one is lucky...

Rachel: C'mon, you guys, what're we gonna do, what're we gonna do?

Joey: Alright alright. You're a monkey. You're loose in the city.
Where do you go?

Chandler: Okay, it's his first time out,
so he's probably gonna wanna do some of the touristy things.
I'll go to Cats, you go to the Russian Tea Room.

Rachel: Oh, my, God, c'mon, you guys! He's gonna be home any minute!
He's gonna kill me!

Monica: Okay, we'll start with the building.
You guys take the first and second floor,
Phoebe and I'll take third and fourth.

Rachel: Well, what'm I gonna do? What'm I gonna do?

Monica: Okay, you stay here, and just wait by the phone.
Spray Lysol in my shoe, and wait for Ross to kill you.

(They all leave)

Rachel: Anybody wanna trade? Oh...

[Cut to a hallway in the building,
Monica and Phoebe are knocking on a door. Mr. Heckles emerges.]

Mr. Heckles: Whaddyou want?

Monica: Mr. Heckles, our friend lost a monkey. Have you seen it?

Mr. Heckles: I left a Belgian waffle out here, did you take it?

Monica: No!

Phoebe: Why would you leave your Belgian waffle in the hall?

Mr. Heckles: I wasn't ready for it.

Monica: A monkey. Have you seen a monkey?

Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...

Phoebe: Okay, thank you, Mr. Heckles. (They move off)

Mr. Heckles: You owe me a waffle.

[Cut to Monica and Rachel's.]

Rachel: (On the phone) Okay, he's a,
he's a black capuchian monkey with a white face...
(Enter Ross) ...with, with Russian dressing and,
and pickles on the side. Okay. Thanks.

Ross: Hey. How did, uh, how'd it go today?

Rachel: Great! It went great. Really great. Hey, is that wine?

Ross: Yeah. You, uh, you want some?

Rachel: Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what?
Let's not drink it here.
I'm feeling kinda crazy. You wanna go to Newark?

Ross: Uh, okay, yeah, we could do that,
but before we head off to the murder capital of the North-East,
I was, uh, kinda wanting to run something by you.
Y'know how we were, uh, y'know, talking before about, uh,
relationships and stuff? (Uncorks the wine) Well-

Rachel: Oh God, Ross, I cannot do this.

Ross: Okay, quick and painful. (Starts to cork the wine)

Rachel: Oh God... Okay. Alright. Alright. Okay. Ross, please don't hate me.

Ross: Oh, what? What-what?

Rachel: Y'know Marcel?

Ross: ...Yeah?

Rachel: Well, I kind of... I kind of lost him.

[Cut to outside the window, with Ross reacting with disbelief.
The shot pans back until we see Marcel sitting on the window ledge.]

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