Uh, Rach, we're running low on resumes over here.

Do you really want a job with Popular Mechanics?

Well, if you're gonna work for mechanics, those are the ones to work for.

Hey, look, you guys, I'm going for anything here, OK? I cannot be a waitress anymore, I mean it. I'm sick of the lousy tips, I'm sick of being called 'Excuse me...'

Rach, did you proofread these?

Uh... yeah, why?

Uh, nothing, I'm sure they'll be impressed with your excellent compuper skills.

(upset) Oh my Goood! Oh, do you think it's on all of them?

Oh no, I'm sure the Xerox machine caught a few.

Hey, guys.

Hey.

Hey... hi, ladies... uh, can I get you anything? (to Monica, quietly): Did you bring the mail?

Lots of responses.

(to Monica): Really? (out loud): Sure, we have scones left! (to Monica): OK, read them to me.

(reading): Dear Ms. Green, thank you for your inquiry, however... oh... (crumples up letter)

(out loud): We have apple cinnamon...

(reading): OK... Dear Ms. Green... yeah... yeah... yeah... No. (crumpes up letter)

Wow!

What?

(reading): Your Visa bill is huge!

(grabs the bill) Give me that!

You know, I can't believe you. Linda is so great! Why won't you go out with her again?

I don't know.

Is this still about her whole 'The Flintstones could've really happened' thing?

No, it's not just that. It's just-I want someone who... who does something for me, y'know? Who gets my heart pounding, who... who makes me, uh... (begins to stare lovingly at Rachel)

...little playthings with yarn?

What?

Could you want her more?

Who?

(sarcastically) Dee, the sarcastic sister from Whats Happening.

Look, I am totally, totally over her, OK, I just... (Rachel comes over, Ross lays head on table): Hiiii!

Hi! How are you?

We're fine, we're fine.

OK. (walks away)

Shut up!

We're not-we're not saying anything.

What?

Uhhhh... Joey cried last night.

Thank you.

(to the girls) We were playing poker, alright...

There was chocolate on the three. It looked like an eight, alright?

Oh, guys, you should've seen him. 'Read 'em and weep.'

And then he did.

Well, now, how come you guys have never played poker with us?

Yeah, what is that? Like, some kind of guy thing? Like, some kind of sexist guy thing? Like it's poker, so only guys can play?

No, women are welcome to play.

Oh, OK, so then what is it? Some kind of... you know, like, like... some kind of, y'know, like... alright, what is it?

There just don't happen to be any women in our games.

Yeah, we just don't happen to know any women that know how to play poker.

Oh, yeah, right.

Oh, please, that is such a lame excuse!

Really.

I mean, that's a typical guy response.

Excuse me, do any of you know how to play?

No.

But you could teach us.

No.

(teaching) OK, so now we draw cards.

So I wouldn't need any, right? Cause I have a straight.

Oh, good for you!

Congratulations!

OK Phoebs, how many do you want?

OK, I just need two... the, um, ten of spades and the six of clubs.

No. No, uh, Phoebs? You can't-you can't do...

Oh wait, I have the ten of spades! Here! (gives it to Phoebe)

No, no. Uh... no, see, uh, you-you can't do that.

Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no, that's OK, I don't need them. I'm going for fours.

Oh, you're... (gives up)

Alright, here we go. We've got salmon roulettes and assorted crudites.

OOooooo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Monica, what're you doin'? This is a poker game. You can't serve food with more than one syllable. It's gotta be like chips, or dip, or pretz...(look of realization)

(changing subject) OK, so at this point, the dealer...

Alright, you know, we got it, we got it. Let's play for real. High stakes... big bucks...

Alright, now, you sure? Phoebe just threw away two jacks because they didn't look happy...

But... I'm ready, so, just deal.

OK, alright, last minute lesson, last minute lesson. (holds up two cards) Joey... three... eight. Eight... three. (Joey is unamused) Alright babe, deal the cards.

(throws down her cards) Dammit, dammit, dammit!

(to Joey): Oh I see, so then, you were lying.

About what?

About how good your cards were.

Heh... I was bluffing.

A-ha! And... what is bluffing? Is it not another word for... lying?

OK, sorry to break up this party, but I've got resumes to fax before work tomorrow... (gets up to leave)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Rach, Rach, we gotta settle.

Settle what?

The... Jamestown colony of Virginia. You see, King George is giving us the land, so...

The game, Rachel, the game. You owe us money for the game.

Oh. Right.

You know what, you guys? It's their first time, why don't we just forget about the money, alright?

Hell no, we'll pay!

OK, Monica? I had another answer all ready.

And you know what? We want a rematch.

Well that's fine with me. Could use the money.

(to Ross): So basically, you get your ya-yas by taking money from all of your friends.

(pause)...Yeah.

Yes, and I get my ya-yas from Ikea. You have to put them together yourself, but they cost a little less.

Look, Rachel, this is poker. I play to win, alright? In order for me to win, other people have to lose. So if you're gonna play poker with me, don't expect me to be a 'nice guy,' OK? Cause once those cards are dealt... (claps hands three times)

(pause)...Yeah?

I'm not a nice guy.

Alright boys, let's eat.

Oh, did you get that from the 'I Love Rachel' pizzeria?

You still on that?

Oh, come on. What was with that whole Black Bart speech? (mimicking): "When I play poker, I'm not a nice guy!"

You are way off, pal.

No, I don't think so, see Ross, because I think you love her.

Um.... no. See, I might've had feelings for her at one time-not any more. I just-I...

Marcel! Where are you going with that disc?

You are not putting that on again! Marcel, OK-if you press that button, you are in very, very big trouble.

(opening mail) Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?

Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.

Ha. Ha, ha.

What?

Oh, hello, kettle? This is Monica. You're black.

Please! I am not as bad as Ross.

Oh, I beg to differ. The Pictionary incident?

That was not an incident! I-I was gesturing, a-and the plate slipped out of my hand.

Oooooh. (reads letter) (surprised): Oh! I got an interview! I got an interview!

You're kidding! Where? Where?

(in disbelief): Sak's... Fifth... Avenue.

Oh, Rachel!

Oh, it's like the mother ship is calling you home.

Well, what's the job?

Assistant buyer. Oh! I would be shopping... for a living!

OK, look. That is Aunt Iris. This woman has been playing poker since she was five. You gotta listen to every word she says. (opens door) Hi!

Is Tony Randall dead?

No.

I don't think so.

Why?

Well, he may be now, because I think I hit him with my car.

What?

Oh my God!

Really?

No! That's bluffing. Lesson number one. (walks into kitchen) Let me tell you something... everything you hear at a poker game is pure crap. (to Phoebe)

Thank y... (thinks about it)

Girls, sit down.

Uh, Aunt Iris? This is Phoebe, and that's Rachel...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, listen, I am parked at a meter. Let's do it.

Ross, could we please, please, please listen to anything else?

Alright.

I'm gonna pay for that tonight.

Hi!

Hey.

Guys! Guess what, guess what, guess what, guess what!

Um, ok... the... the fifth dentist caved and now they're all recommending Trident?

Noooo... the interview! She loved me! She absolutely loved me. We talked for like two and a half hours, we have the same taste in clothes, and-oh, I went to camp with her cousin... And, oh, the job is perfect. I can do this. I can do this well!

That's great! That's wonderful!

Oh God, oh, and then she told the funniest story...

OK, great. You'll tell us and we'll laugh. Let's play poker.

Alright now listen, you guys, we talked about it, and if you don't want to play, we completely understand.

Oh yes, yes, we could play some other game... like, uh, I don't know... Pictionary?

Ha, ha, very funny, very funny. But I think we'd like to give poker another try. Shall we, ladies?

Yes, we should. I think we should.

Uh, Rach, do you want me to shuffle those?

No, no, thats OK. Y'know, I think I'm gonna give it a go.

Alright.

Alright... (shuffles cards expertly, all the guys stare in amazement)

So, Phoebs owes $7.50, Monica, you owe $10, and Rachel, you owe fifteen big ones.

But hey, thanks for teachin' us Cross-Eyed Mary. You guys, we gotta play that at our regular game.

Alright, here's my $7.50. (Hands them the money) But I think you should know that this money is cursed.

What?

Oh, I cursed it. So now bad things will happen to he who spends it.

That's alright, I'll take it. Bad things happen to me anyway. This way I can break 'em up with a movie.

Well, that just leaves the big Green poker machine, who owes fifteen...

Mmm-hmmm. Oh, so typical. Ooo, I'm a man. Ooo, I have a penis. Ooo, I have to win money to exert my power over women. (hands over her money)

You know what? This is not over. We will play you again, and we will win, and you will lose, and you will beg, and we will laugh, and we will take every last dime you have, and you will hate yourselves forever.

Hmm. Kinda stepped on my point there, Mon.

So, you gals wanna hand over your money now? That way, we don't have to go through the formality of actually playing.

Ooooh, that's fine. We'll see who has the last laugh there, monkey boy.

OK, we done with the chit-chat? Are we ready to play some serious poker?

(holding a card and waving it in front of her face) Hey you guys, look, the one-eyed jack follows me wherever I go. (they look at her) Right, OK, serious poker.

Excuse me, where are you going?

Uh... to the bathroom.

Do you want to go to the bathroom, or do you wanna play poker?

I want to go to the bathroom. (exits)

Alright, well, I'm gonna order a pizza. (gets up)

Oh no-no-no-no-no, I'm still waiting to hear from that job and the store closes at nine, so you can eat then.

That's fine. I'll just have a Tic-Tac to hold me over.

Alright, Cincinnati, no blinds, everybody ante. (deals cards)

(looks at her cards) Yes! (everyone looks at her) .... or no.

Alright. (to Rachel): Your money's mine, Green.

Your fly is open, Geller. (he checks it, and zips up)

You guys, you know what I just realized? 'Joker' is 'poker' with a 'J.' Coincidence?

Hey, that's... that's 'joincidence' with a 'C'!

Uh... Phoebe? Phoebe?

Yeah. Um... I'm out. (throws in cards)

I'm in.

Me too.

Me too. Alright, whattaya got.

Well, you better hop outta the shower, cause... I gotta flush. (lays down cards)

Well, well, well, hop back in bucko, cause I got four sixes! (lays down cards) I won! I actually won! Oh my God! Y'know what? (collects chips) I think I'm gonna make a little Ross pile. (holds up a chip) I think that one was Ross's, and I think-oh-that one was Ross's. Yes! (Starts singing): Well, I have got your money, and you'll never see it...

And your fly's still open...

Ha, I made you look....

I couldn't be inner. Monica?

Monica, in or out?

(slams down cards) I hate this game!

OK Joey, your bet.

Ahhh, I fold like a cheap hooker who got hit in the stomach by a fat guy with sores on his face. (the girls look at him, confused) Oh, I'm out.

Ross?

Oh, I am very in.

Chandler?

Couldn't be more out. (throws in cards)

Me too. Rachel.

Uh, I will see you... and I'll raise you. (throws chips in pot) What do you say... want to waste another buck?

No, not this time. (he folds) So... what'd you have?

I'm not telling. (collects chips)

Come on, show them to me. (reaches for her cards, Rachel covers them up)

No..!

Show them to me!

Get your hands out of there! No!

Let me see! Show them!

Y'know, I've had dates like this.

(deals new hand) Boy, you really can't stand to lose, can you? Your whole face is getting red... little veins popping out on your temple...

Plus that shirt doesn't really match those pants.

First of all, I'm not losing...

Oh, you are losing. Definitely losing. (phone rings)

Let's not talk about losing. Just deal the...

(answering phone) Hel-lo, Rachel Green.

(mimicking Rachel) Mee mee, mee-mee mee.

(on phone) Excuse me. (covers up phone; to Ross) It's about the job.

Barbara! Hi, how are you? (Listens) Uh-huh. (Listens) No, I understand. Yeah. Oh, oh, come on, no, I'm fine. Don't be silly. Yeah... oh, but you know, if-if anything else opens up, plea-Hello? Hello? (hangs up phone, very depressed)

Sorry, Rach.

Y'know, there's gonna be lots of other stuff.

Yeah...(sigh)....OK. Where were we? Oh, OK... five card draw, uh... jacks or better... nothing wild, everybody ante.

Look, Rachel, we don't have to do this.

Yes, we do. (pause)

Alright, check.

Check.

I'm in for fifty cents. (throws it in)

Call.

I'm in.

I see your fifty cents... and I raise you... five dollars. (throws it in)

I thought, uh... it was a fifty cent limit.

Well, I just lost a job, and I'd like to raise the bet five bucks. Does anybody have a problem with that?

(to Ross): Loser?

No, I fold. (lays cards down, and gets up)

What do you mean, you fold? Hey, come on! What is this? I thought that 'once the cards were dealt, I'm not a nice guy.' I mean, what, were you just full of it?

I'm in. (throws in chips)

How many you want?

One. (Rachel gives him the card.)

Dealer takes two. (she deals herself two cards) What do you bet?

I bet two dollars. (throws it in)

OK... see your two... and I raise you twenty. (throws it in)

I see your twenty, raise you twenty-five. (throws it in)

See your twenty-five...and...uh, Monica, get my purse.

Rachel, there's nothing in it.

OK, then get me your purse.

OK, here you go. Good luck.

(to Monica): Thank you. (to Ross): I saw your twenty-five, and I raise you... seven.

...teen! (throws in a ten-dollar bill)

(to Joey): Joey, I'm a little shy.

That's OK, Ross, you can ask me. What?

(to Ross): What do you need, what do you need?

Fifteen.

Alright, here's ten. (gives it to him)

Here, I got five, I got five. (Ross takes the money)

Thank you.

Good luck.

(to Rachel): OK, I am calling your seventeen. What do you got?

(lays down cards) Full house.

You got me.

(to Ross): Ahhh, that's alright. Y'know, that's a tough hand to beat.

(to Ross): I thought we had them!

Oh, well, when you don't have the cards, you don't have the cards, you know. (looks at Rachel) But, uh... look how happy she is. (smiles)

Airplane! Airport! Airport '75! Airport '77! Airport '79!

Oh, time's up.

(pointing at the drawing, upset) Bye... bye... BIRDIE.

Oh!

That's a bird?

That's a bird!

OK, OK, it's my turn. (reads the answer)

Go.

Uh.... bean! Bean!

(triumphantly) The Unbearable Likeness of Being!

Yes!

That, you get? That, you get?