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Joey: Hey, hey. Chandler: Hey. Phoebe: Hey. Chandler: And this from the cry-for-help department. Are you wearing makeup? Joey: Yes, I am. As of today, I am officially Joey Tribbiani, actor slash model. Chandler: That's so funny, 'cause I was thinking you look more like Joey Tribbiani, man slash woman. Phoebe: What were you modeling for? Joey: You know those posters for the city free clinic?
Monica: Oh, wow, so you're gonna be one of those "healthy, healthy, healthy guys"? Phoebe: You know, the asthma guy was really cute. Chandler: Do you know which one you're gonna be? Joey: No, but I hear lyme disease is open, so... (crosses fingers) Chandler: Good luck, man. I hope you get it. Joey: Thanks. (Ross comes back to the couch.) Ross: (to Monica) Well, you were right. How can they do this to us, huh? It's Thanksgiving. Monica: Ok, I'll tell you what. How about I cook dinner at my place? I'll make it just like Mom's. Ross: Will you make the mashed potatoes with the lumps? Monica: You know, they're not actually supposed to have... (Ross looks at her sheepishly) I'll work on the lumps. Joey, you're going home, right? Joey: Yeah. Monica: And I assume, Chandler, you are still boycotting all the pilgrim holidays. Chandler: Yes, every single one of them. Monica: Phoebe, you're gonna be with your grandma? Phoebe: Yes, and her boyfriend. But we're celebrating Thanksgiving in December 'cause he is lunar. Monica: So you're free Thursday, then. Phoebe: Yeah. Oh, can I come? Monica: Yeah.