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- Thank God. - Food.
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- Phoebe? PHOEBE: What?
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- Do you have a plan? - I don't even have a "pla."
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Hi. One mushroom, green pepper and onion?
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No, no, no. That's not what we ordered.
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We ordered a fat-free crust with extra cheese.
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- Wait, you're not G. Stephanopoulos? - No.
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- Oh, man. My dad's gonna kill me. - Wait.
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Did you say G. Stephanopoulos?
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Yeah, this one goes across the street. I must have given him yours.
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Oh, bonehead. Bonehead.
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Wait, was this a small Mediterranean guy with curiously intelligent good looks?