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| If you have any Rachel QUOTES you would like to see up here, EMAIL them to me, and I will up them up! Thanks! |
| How am I supposed to walk down that aisle looking like something you drink when you're nauseous? |
| Isn't that just kick-you-in-the-croutch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic?! |
| Oh my god! What am I doing?! This is SO un-me! |
| Oh! I'm gonna to look like a Marshmellow Peep! |
| Marcel....did you poo in the shoe? |
| Yeah.. I know, go long. Y'know, it's like all I'm doing is running back and forth from the huddle. |
| You guys, this cat is nothing like my grandmother's cat. I mean, it's not sweet, it's not cute, I even dragged that little string on the ground, and it just flipped out and stratched the hell out of me. And I swear, I know this sounds crazy, but every time this cat hissed at me, I know it's saying "RACHEL!" |
| Oh, what a load of crap! That's a dot! Your mother is up in heaven going "Where is my lily, you WUSS?!" |
| Actually, what I think you said was "Don't touch that, and get the hell out of my kitchen!" |
| Well, maybe I don't need your money... WAIT I said MAYBE! |
| (gasps) Oh! I would be shopping....for a living! |
| Look look look look look! My first paycheck. Look at the little window. There's my name. Hi me! Isn't this exciting?! I earned this. I wiped tables for it, I steamed milk for it, and it's....not worth it. Who's FICA? Why is he getting my money? |
| I'm being a total laundry spaz? Am I supposed to use, like one machine for shirts, and another machine for pants? |
| I'm not just waitressing. I...I..also write the specials on the specials board and...and I take the dead flowers out of the vase....and sometimes Arturo lets me put the chocolate blobbies on the cookies. |
| Okay, I checked. We have Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Chamomile, Cinnamon Stick, Mint Medley, Blackberry, and wait, there's one more....Lemon Soother. You're not the guy who asked for the tea, are you? |
| Oh! Wish me luck. I'm going to get one of those job things. |