“ What is Chandler Bings job? “
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“ Oh uh something to do with transpondin—“
“ OH OH He’s a Transponce- Transpondster!”
“ THATS NOT EVEN A WORD!”
"You love me, Chandler Bing!"
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"Something deep in your soul calls me out like a fog horn. Jan-ice, Jan-ice. You want me. You need me. You can't live without me. And you know it. You just don't know you know it."