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...to find one of you people.
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God. Come on. Just do it.
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Call her. Stop being so testosterone-y.
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Which, by the way, is the real San Francisco treat.
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- I got her machine. - Her answering machine?
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No, interestingly enough, her leaf blower picked up.
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So, um, why didn't you say anything?
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Oh, no, no, no. Last time I left a spontaneous message...
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...I ended up using the phrase, "Yes, indeed-io."
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MONICA: Look, it's Rachel and Barry. No, no, don't everybody look at once.
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- Okay, okay. What's going on? - Okay, they're just talking.
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Yeah, well, does he look upset?