[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment. Everyone is sitting at the couches, Chandler enters.]
Chandler: Okay, what is it about me? Do I not look fun enough? Is there something. . . repellent. . . about me?
Rachel: So, how was the party?
Chandler: Well it couldn't have been worse. A woman literally passed through me. Okay, so what is it, am I hideously unattractive?
Phoebe: No, you are not, you are very attractive. You know what, I go through the exact same thing. Every time I put on a little weight, I start questioning everything.
Chandler: Woah, woah, I've put on a little weight?
Phoebe: No, not weight... y'know, more like insulation.
Monica: Chandler, I'm unemployed and in dire need of a project. Ya wanna work out? I can remake you.
Chandler: Oh, you know, I would, but that might get in the way of my lying around time.
Monica: Please.
All: C'mon. Let her. Yeah.
Chandler: All right, Okay, all right. But if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm goin' home.
Phoebe: Your boobs are fine. look, I never should have said anything. Come here. Come here. (hugs Chandler but holds her hands apart behind his back) Oh, can't make.... hands... meet....
Chandler: Okay, what is it about me? Do I not look fun enough? Is there something. . . repellent. . . about me?
Rachel: So, how was the party?
Chandler: Well it couldn't have been worse. A woman literally passed through me. Okay, so what is it, am I hideously unattractive?
Phoebe: No, you are not, you are very attractive. You know what, I go through the exact same thing. Every time I put on a little weight, I start questioning everything.
Chandler: Woah, woah, I've put on a little weight?
Phoebe: No, not weight... y'know, more like insulation.
Monica: Chandler, I'm unemployed and in dire need of a project. Ya wanna work out? I can remake you.
Chandler: Oh, you know, I would, but that might get in the way of my lying around time.
Monica: Please.
All: C'mon. Let her. Yeah.
Chandler: All right, Okay, all right. But if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm goin' home.
Phoebe: Your boobs are fine. look, I never should have said anything. Come here. Come here. (hugs Chandler but holds her hands apart behind his back) Oh, can't make.... hands... meet....
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