TEXT: [Scene: Monica and Rachel's, the whole gang is there, the guys are watching football, the girls are cooking Thanksgiving dinner.] The Guys: (reacting to a play) Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Awww! Phoebe: Hey, it's your Thanksgiving too, y'know, instead of watching football, you could help. The Guys: We will. (they don't move) Monica: Okay, Rachel, you wanna put the marshmellows in concentric circles. Rachel: No Mon, you want to put them in concentric circles. I want to do this. (Rachel sticks a marshmellow into Monica's nose. Monica takes it out of her nose by closing one nostril, and blowing.) Monica: Every year. Opening Credits [Scene: Monica and Rachel's, continued from earlier.] Phoebe: Y'know, for once, I am going to sit down and try to watch one of these things. (just as she sits down). Ross: Halftime. Joey: Hey, who wants to ah, throw the ball around a little, maybe get a little three on three going? Rachel: Oh! That would be sooo much fun! Phoebe: Oh, can I play too? I've never played football, like ever. Joey: Great, you can cover Chandler. Chandler: No, no, no, I don't, I don't really wanna play. Joey: Come on man! You never want to do anything since you and Janice broke up. Chandler: That's not true! I wanted to wear my bathrobe and eat peanut clusters all day. I wanted to start drinking in the morning. Don't say that I don't have goals! Joey: Chandler, you have to start getting over her. All right, if you play, you get some fresh air, maybe it'll take your mind off Janice, and if you don't play, everyone will be mad at you 'cause the teams won't be even. Come on. Chandler: Yeah, all right, I'll play. Phoebe: Yay!! Rachel: Let's do it! Ross?
SUMMARY:
Emotions become the feast of the day when the gang plays touch football on Thanksgiving, unleashing Ross and Monica's competitive streaks. Joey and Chandler argue over who gets to date a Dutch model watching the game. Rachel, feeling continually sidelined, makes a play that seems to win the game, but when it falls short, Ross and Monica simultaneously dive for the ball, refusing to yield it.