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- What is it? - Oh.
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Oh, it's okay. It was just my left leg.
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MONICA: Look, Phoebe.
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Oh, yeah. Oh, Marcel. Come here.
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- Oh, come here, Marcel. - Step aside, ladies.
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- What are you gonna do? - Just a small tranquilizer.
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PHOEBE: Run, Marcel, run! Run, Marcel!
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- Damn. - Are you okay?
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Oh, yeah, I think so.
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Oh.
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Huh.
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Whoa.