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第六季
601TheOneAfterVegas
[Scene:
TheWeddingChapel,continuedfromlastseason.ChandlerandMonicaareabouttogetmarried.]
Chandler:
Okay!
（Standsup）Thisisit!
（Clapshishands）We'regonnagetmarried!
Monica:
Areyousureyouwannadothis?
（Suddenlythedoorsburstopen,andROSSANDRACHELCOMEOUTARM-IN-ARM!
!
!
!
!
AndRachel'scarryingabouquet!
!
!
THEYGOTMARRIED!
!
!
!
）
Ross:
Well,hello,Mrs.Ross!
（Throwssomerice.）
Rachel:
Well,hello,Mr.Rachel!
（Throwssomemorerice.）
（Theystormoutintothestreet.）
Rachel:
Wait!
（Getsherbearings）Okay!
（Shegoesoneway;hegoestheother.ThecamerapansbacktoChandlerandMonica,andneedlesstosay,they'restandingtheredumbstruck.）
Monica:
Whoa!
Chandler:
OhmyGod!
Joey:
（enteringwithPhoebe）ComeonPheebs!
Hurry!
Hurry!
Hurry!
Hurry!
Phoebe:
Okay!
Okay!
Okay!
（Theyrunintothechapel.）
（ChandlerandMonicaarestunnedagain.）
Chandler:
OhmyGod!
!
Iseverybodygettingmarried?
!
!
（PhoebeandJoeyrunbackoutandheadtowardsthestreet.）
Attendant:
（scoldingthem）N-Norunninginthechapel!
Phoebe:
（toher）Hey!
Don’tyougivemeanyofyour—Hey!
（SeesChandlerandMonicastandingthere.）
Chandler:
Hey!
Joey:
Hey!
Monica:
Whatareyouguysdoinghere?
Joey:
RossandRachelleftusamessagesayingtheyweregettingmarried!
Isn’tthatwhyyouguysarehere?
Chandler:
Yes!
Wellthat-yes.
Monica:
Whyelsewouldwebehere?
Joey:
Well!
Whathappened?
!
Didwemissit?
Chandler:
Weactuallymissedit.
Phoebe:
Well,maybeyouwouldn’thavehadyou（turnstotheattendant）runinthechapel!
Monica:
Thisisinsane!
Phoebe:
What’sthebigdeal,y’know?
It’snotlikeit’sarealmarriage.
Chandler:
What?
!
Phoebe:
Yeah,ifyougetmarriedinVegas,you’reonlymarriedinVegas.
Monica:
Whatareyoutalkingabout?
IfyougetmarriedinVegasyou’remarriedeverywhere.
Phoebe:
（shocked）Really?
!
Monica:
Yeah!
Phoebe:
OhmyGod!
—Eh!
Well…
OpeningCredits
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[Scene:
Rachel’shotelroom,she’swakingupwithahorrendoushangover.]
Rachel:
Ohhh!
（Looksinthemirrorandseesthatshestillhashermustacheandgroans.）
（Suddenly,there’smovementbesideher,startlingher.It’sRoss!
Hewakesupandtheybothstartscreaminginterror.Thentheybothgrabtheirheadshavingaggravatedtheirhangovers.）
Ross:
Whyareweinbedtogether?
Rachel:
Idon’tknow.Do-doyouhaveanyclotheson?
Ross:
（checks）Yeah.
Rachel:
Really?
!
Ross:
No!
Butwe-wedidn’thave…sex-uh,didwe?
Imean,Idon’tremembermuchaboutlastnight,itwassuchablur.
Rachel:
Oh!
Irememberlaughing!
Ilaughedalot.
Ross:
Andwedidn’thavesex.
（Rachelagreeswithhimandstartstogetoutofbed.）
Rachel:
Ohh,Imean,wewerereallydrunk.I’mjustgladwedidn’tdoanythingstupid.
Ross:
（gettingup）Tellmeaboutit.（Hesitsupontheedgeofthebedandhas"JustMarried"writtenonhisback.）
[Scene:
Thebreakfastbuffet,PhoebeisalreadysittingatthetableasJoeyenters.]
Joey:
Mornin’Pheebs.（Sitsdown.）Well,mymoviehasofficiallybeencanceled.
Phoebe:
OhJoey,I’msosorry.Youwantsomeofmybreakfast?
Joey:
Nah,I’mtoodepressedtoeat.I’llprobablyeatinlike5minutes.SoIguessI’lljustflyhomewithyouguys,whattime’syourflight?
Phoebe:
Whataboutmycab?
Joey:
Idon’tneedthatanymore.
Phoebe:
No,Joey!
Youborrowedmycab;youhavetodriveitback.
Joey:
Idon’twanttodriveallthewaybackbymyself,Igetsolonely.（Getsanidea.）Oh—ooh!
Howaboutyoucomewithme?
Phoebe:
Idon’tknow,it’ssuchalongtrip.
Joey:
It’llbegreat!
We-wecouldtalk,andplaygames!
Huh?
Thiscouldbeourchancetolikerenewourfriendship.
Phoebe:
Areyouaskingmetohaveafrenaissance?
Joey:
Sure?
Phoebe:
Allright.AlthoughIdon’tthinkweneedone,Ineverstoppedlovingyou.
（ChandlerandMonicaenter.）
Chandler:
Hi!
Joey:
Hey.
Monica:
Hey.
Chandler:
So,hasanyonetalkedtoDr.andMrs.Gelleryet?
Phoebe:
Um-hmm,yeah.Theyleftmeamessage;theyshouldbehereanyminute.
Joey:
Whereisthewaitress?
!
I’mstarving!
Chandler:
It’sabuffetman.
Joey:
Oh,here’swhereIwinallmymoneyback!
（GetsupandheadsforthebuffettablewithChandlerintow.）
Chandler:
Listen,Igottatalktoyou.
Joey:
Sure!
What’sup?
（Hegrabsaplateandproceedstoloaditwithahugepileofscrambledeggs.ChandlerjuststaresathimandJoeyreluctantlygiveshimaspoonful.）
Chandler:
MonicaandIalmostgotmarriedlastnight.
Joey:
OhmyGod!
That’shuge!
（Hugshim.）Waitaminute,whycomeIwasn’tinvited?
Andwhowasgoingtobeyourbestman?
Don’tsay,"Ross."Donotsay,"Ross."
Chandler:
Look,Ijustdon’tthinkMonicaandIarereadytogetmarriedyet!
Y’know?
Imean,IloveherandeverythingbutseeingRossandRachelcomingoutofthatchapelwaslikea,likeawake-upcallthatMonicaandIaremovingsofast.Y’know?
And,howdoItellherwithoutcrushingher?
Joey:
Oh!
Tellhershe’snotmarriagematerial.
Chandler:
What?
!
Joey:
Girlssayittomeallthetime!
Andbelieveme,ifshe’sanythinglikeme,she’sjustgonnaberelieved.
[PantoMonicaandPhoebehavingthesameconversation.]
Monica:
HowdoItellChandlerthatit’stoosoon.It’sgonnabreakhisheart,he’snotgonnathinkthatIdon’tlovehimanymore.
Phoebe:
Wellyoudon’t.
Monica:
YesIdo!
Phoebe:
Good!
Good!
Iwasjusttestingyou.
Chandler:
（returningwithJoey）Hi.
Monica:
Ohhi!
Hi!
Y’know,wewerejusttalkingaboutbacon.
Phoebe:
No,weweretalkingabouttennis.Tennisismorebelievable.
（RossandRachelenter.）
Ross:
Hey!
TheGirls:
Hey!
Chandler:
Hey!
（TheybothsitdownandRachelpoursthembothsomecoffee.They’reactinglikenothing’shappenedandeveryoneisjuststaringatthem.）
Ross:
What?
Chandler:
Arewegonnatalkaboutwhatyouguysdidlastnight?
Or…
Rachel:
（ToRoss）Idon’tknow.（Tothegang.）Whatdoyoumeanlastnight?
Nothing,nothinguh,happenedlastnight.
Ross:
Yeah!
Phoebe:
Uh-huh!
Rossinvitedusalltowatch.
（RachelturnstoRossstunned.）
Monica:
Rach!
Weweren’tgonnamissourfriendsgettingmarried!
Rachel:
（gasps）Whogotmarried?
!
（Rossisassurprisedtohearthisassheis.）
Chandler:
（notquitesure）Youdid.
Ross:
What?
!
Hello!
Wedidn’tgetmarried.
Rachel:
No,wedidn’tgetmarried!
That’sridiculous!
（Theyturntolookateachotherandsuddenlyrememberthattheydidinfactgetmarried.）
Ross:
We-we-we—Irememberbeinginachapel.
Rachel:
OhmyGod.
Ross:
I—Theywouldnotletusgetmarriedwhenwewerethatdrunk!
Rachel:
No!
Joey:
Theyletyougetmarriedwhenyou’redrunk!
MostpeoplewhogetmarriedinVegasaredrunk!
Phoebe:
Hell,I’mdrunkrightnow!
（Theyallturnandlookather.）What?
Ican’thaveamimosawithbreakfast?
!
I’monvacation!
Monica:
Whatareyouguysgonnado?
Rachel:
Well,Iguesswejustfindadivorcelawyer?
（LooksatRoss.）
Chandler:
Well,Ithink,Ithink,Rossalreadyhasone.Now,thisone’sfree,right?
Becauseyoupaidforthefirsttwo,sothethirdone’sfree.
Ross:
Laughitup,butthejoke’sonyou.Becausewedon’tneedtogetdivorced,okay?
Wewe’rejustgonnagetanannulment.
Joey:
Anannulment?
Ross!
Idon’tthinksurgery’stheanswerhere.
Phoebe:
Oh-oh,that’syourthing.
Ross:
What?
Phoebe:
You’rething.You’rething.Y’know?
You’retheguywhogetsdivorced.
All:
Ohyeah!
Ross:
No-no,that’s-that’snotmything!
Idonotlovegettingdivorced!
Phoebe:
Yesyoudo!
Thisisyourthirddivorce!
Youlovedivorcesomuchyou’reprobablygonnamarryit!
Thenitwon’tworkoutandyou’regonnahavetodivorceit,divorcingguy.（Pause）I’msodrunk.
[Scene:
Thecasinofloor,ChandlerandMonicaarewalkingthroughit.]
Monica:
So,whatdoyouthinkweshoulddo?
Chandler:
Idon’tknow.ButI-I-IknowIloveyou!
Monica:
IknowIloveyou!
（Theyhug.）
Chandler:
Sowhereareweonthewholegoingbacktotheplacewheretheyhaveallthemarriagesthing?
Iloveyou.
Monica:
That’sagoodquestion.Lookumm,lastnightweletthedicedecide.Maybeweshouldleaveituptofateagain.Iloveyou!
Chandler:
Yes,wedon’tgetmarriedunlessthere’sasign!
Okay,sosayuh,sayyourollanothereight（motionstothecrapstable）thenthere’sadefinitesignthatweshouldgetmarried.
Monica:
Allright,eightwegetmarried,but2,3,4,5,6,7,9,10,11,12wedon’tgetmarried.
Chandler:
Soundsgreat.
Monica:
Okay.（Theyapproachthecrapstable.）
Croupler:
Comingin,wegotashooter!
Moneyplease.
Monica:
Ready?
Chandler:
Ready!
Monica:
（sarcastic）Comeoneight.
Chandler:
（deadpan）Yes,yeseight.
（Monicarollsthedice.）
Croupler:
Eight!
Easyeight.（Sherollsa3anda5andthey’restunned.）
Monica:
Wow!
Ican’tbelieveIactuallyrolledaneight.
Chandler:
Thatwassounlikely.Well,let’sgetmarried!
Iguess.
Monica:
Waitaminute.Thatwasn’tahardeight!
LastnightIrolledahardeight.
Chandler:
That’sright!
Itwasthewrongkindofeight,nowedding!
Damnit!
Monica:
Iwanteditsobad!
（Pause）Wannagopack?
Chandler:
Yeah.（Theygopack.）We’redoingtherightthing,right?
Monica:
Ohh,ofcourseweare!
（Theywalkuptotheelevators.）Weleftituptofate.（Pushestheelevatorbutton.）Ifweweresupposedtogetmarriedtherewouldbeaclear-cut
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