Friends: The Movie

Written by Christian Chedrawi

This is something that just came to my head this morning.

Synopsis: The gang are getting reunited after a long time to come together for Ross and Rachel's long-awaited wedding. But everyone has mixed emotions about coming to this wedding. Hope you like this chapter, it's basically just a small preview. Tell me what you think. Thank you for reading in advance :)

[Scene: Monica and Chandler's house in the suburbs; Monica is all dressed up in a long black dress and she's putting her earrings on in the living-room as Chandler rushes in a suit, looking awfully pale and sweating. He immediately shuts the door behind him and gasps for air.]

Monica: Neighbor dog again?

Chandler: It is huge.

Monica: I don't know, I've always thought their puppy's kinda cute.

Chandler: I'm gonna change my tie before we go over to this thing, because I'm pretty sure Ross's wearing the same tie and I don't want it to be, like, "OK, best man and groom wearing the same tie." (Monica just stares at him, utterly confused.) I just don't want to wear this tie, alright? (starts for the bedroom)

Monica: No, Chandler, look we don't have time. We have to get their early.

Chandler: Why?

Monica: Because! It's my brother and best friend's wedding rehearsal and you're the best man and I'm the freakin' maid-of-honor.

Chandler: Oh my god, would you just let that go already?

Monica: No, I'm fine! I am. I mean, I understand why Rachel would pick Phoebe to be her wedding-planner. You know, I mean, clearly Rachel has no taste in how to organize weddings. You know how hard it is to plan a wedding?

Chandler: You know how hard it is to pretend to care?

Monica: (shrugs) Ugh, you don't get it.

Chandler: No, c'mon, hey, tell me. Help me…get it. (approaches her and grabs her hand and kisses them gently)

Monica: It's just… I am a perfect wedding planner. I planned Phoebe and Mike's wedding in one day after the whole snowstorm happened.

Chandler: Ok, but you know, people would usually be mad if they weren't maid-of-honor. Maid-of-honor trumps wedding-planner, sweetie.

Monica: Well, if Phoebe does a crappy job tonight—which she probably will—at the end of the night, the headline's gonna read "Maid-of-honor kills wedding-planner."

Chandler: The headline?

Monica: (gasps) You don't think she called in the press? Oh my god, this wedding is going to be a disaster. (opens the door to leave)

Chandler: You know, uh, before we leave… (starts to untie his tie) I'm feeling a little insecure about this tie… And this belt… Maybe, uh, you could uh…help me change?

Monica: Honey, we're not newlyweds anymore; we're not having sex. Meet me at the car in less than two minutes. (leaves and shuts the door behind her)

Chandler: "Best-man fails again."

[Scene: Phoebe and Mike's place; Phoebe is putting her on make-up while standing at the kitchen bar with a mirror in hand while Mike is in the bedroom.]

Phoebe: Mike, are you ready yet? We can't be late. (No response) Mike! (Again no response) Mike, are you listening to me? (Again no response) MICHAEL!

Mike: (quickly, afraid, voice-over) I'm ready, I'm ready! Be out in a second!

Phoebe: (smiling) Don't you just love it when I bring out my soft side?

(Mike comes out and he's only wearing short shorts)

Phoebe: Sweetie, not that I don't love your outfit but they might be a little frowned upon.

Mike: Come on, Pheebs, we have plenty of time to get to the rehearsal dinner. But we don't always have time to make tiny little creatures.

Phoebe: Ugh, don't you ever get enough?

Mike: Of you? Never.

Phoebe: Just go find someone else, Mike!

Mike: F-for real?

(Pause)

Phoebe: Look, I'm sorry that I'm not always in the mood for getting me pregnant but I'm just not used to this, y'know?

Mike: Not used to what? Sleeping with your husband?

Phoebe: Having a baby that's not my brother's!

Mike: Aww, honey… (wraps his arms around her waist) Are you afraid to have a baby because you fear we're not gonna keep it? Let me tell you something. The next time you get pregnant, that little Hannigan is gonna be ours forever.

Phoebe: Really?

Mike: Really.

Phoebe: Like, I can actually keep the babies this time?

Mike: (nods) You can actually keep the babies this time.

Phoebe: Wow, I guess I never thought this through…(suddenly changes the tone of her voice) Of course I know I can keep the baby…what do you think, I'm 12? Go get your suit on, you're not gettin' any tonight and, for as long as I can see, you're not gettin' any for the next week! (rushes out the door with her purse)

(Mike suddenly smiles)

Phoebe: (returns) And no make-up sex either!

Mike: (frowns) Aww come on!

[Scene: Ross and Rachel's apartment. Ross is all dressed up and getting ready for the rehearsal dinner as Rachel enters, looking awfully worried.]

Ross: Ok, so we're all set to go. Monica and Chandler are on their way, I just talked to Phoebe, and she and Mike are taking a cab. They should be there soon. I'm still trying to get in touch with Joey, and why do you look weird?

Rachel: (weirdly) What? No, me, no, I don't—I, I don't look weii—what're you talkin'—no, I'm fine, it's all…yeah.

Ross: Oh, no. (sighs in distress)

Rachel: What, Ross, what is it?

Ross: Are you realizing you're a lesbian?

Rachel: What?

Ross: You know…like, with me and Carol. And she realized she likes women, but it was too late 'cause we were already—(realizes Rachel keeps staring at him) Never mind.

Rachel: No, it's just that I just got off the phone with our baby-sitter and that little brainless idiot fell in her bathtub and got admitted last night.

Ross: So she can't come?

Rachel: She can't come.

Ross: But who's gonna stay here with Emma? We have our wedding rehearsal in less than 20 minutes. Let me call her again; I'm sure she'll squeeze her schedule in. She never says no to me.

Rachel: (shrugs) Ross, that's 'cause you give her straight As on every single science test at NYU.

Ross: Hey, she deserved every single one of those As!

Rachel: She's a blistering idiot! How could she get sixteen As in a row?

Ross: Just let me call her, alright? Give me the phone.

Rachel: No, Ross, she's not gonna come. She fell in the tub. You wouldn't come if you fell in the tub, now would you?

Ross: As a matter of fact, I would try.

Rachel: Ross, she broke twenty bones! You didn't go to work for a week when Emma closed the door on your thumb.

Ross (furious): Hey, those things really hurt! (runs and taps on the front door really hard) Ow! (licks his finger) See?

Rachel: Ok, would you just focus for-a-minute? We need to figure out where to keep Emma. We can't take her with us to dinner, obviously.

Ross: Ok, what're you suggesting?

Rachel: I was thinking, maybe it'd be okay if we let Gunther look after her for the night.

Ross: Gunther? Really?

Rachel: Yeah, why not? He's a really nice guy; besides, he's been killing himself for the chance to baby-sit Emma.

Ross: Yeah, 'cause he wants to end up telling her that he's her real dad!

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