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...because of my disease.
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All right, fine.
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Tonight's potatoes will be both mashed with lumps...
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...and in the form of Tots.
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Yes.
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All right, I'm off to talk to my unborn child.
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- Ah. - Okay, Mom never hit.
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PHOEBE: Okay, all done.
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What? Phoebe, did you whip the pota...?
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Ross needs lumps.
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Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, I just...
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I thought we could have them whipped and then add some peas and onions.