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[Scene: The Coma Guy's Room, Monica bursts in, closely followed by Phoebe. There is no sign of Coma Guy. His bed is empty.] Phoebe: Alright, whadyou do with him? (There is the sound of a flushing toilet and Coma Guy emerges from the bathroom) Monica: Oh! You're awake! Phoebe: Look at you! How, how do you feel? Coma Guy: Uh, a little woozy, but basically okay.
Monica: You look good! Coma Guy: I feel good! ...Who are you? Monica: Oh, sorry. Phoebe: I'm Phoebe Buffay. Monica: I'm Monica Geller. I've been taking care of you. Phoebe: Well, we both have. Coma Guy: So, the Etch-a-Sketch is from you guys? Phoebe: Well, actually it's just from me. Monica: I got you the foot massager. Phoebe: You know who shaved you? That was me. Monica: I read to you. Phoebe: I sang. (To Monica) Hah! Coma Guy: Well,... thanks. Monica: Oh, my pleasure. Phoebe: You're welcome. Coma Guy: So. I guess I'll see you around. Phoebe: What, that's it? Monica: "See you around?" Coma Guy: Well, what do you want me to say? Monica: Oh, I don't know. Maybe, um, "That was nice?" Admit something to me? "I'll call you?" Coma Guy: Alright, I'll call you. Phoebe: I don't think you mean that. Monica: This is so typical. Y'know, we give, and we give, and we give. And then- we just get nothing back! And then one day, y'know, it's just, you wake up, and "See you around!" Let's go, Phoebe. Phoebe: Y'know what? We thought you were different. But I guess it was just the coma.