[Scene: A Street: Monica and Phoebe are walking to a newsstand.]
Phoebe: Do you think they have yesterday&`&s daily news?
Monica: Why?
Phoebe: Just wanna check my horoscope, see if it was right.
Monica: Oh my God. (Grabs Phoebe and turns her away) Phoebe. Don&`&t look now, but behind us is a guy who has the potential to break our hearts and plunge us into a pit of depression.
Phoebe: Where? (Turns to face him) Ooh, come to Momma.
Monica: He&`&s coming. Be cool, be cool, be cool.
(The guy walks past them)
Guy: Nice hat.
Monica and Phoebe: (in unison) Thanks.
(The guy walks on)
Phoebe: We should do something. Whistle.
Monica: We are not going to whistle.
Phoebe: Come on, do it.
Monica: No!
Phoebe: Do it!
Monica: No!
Phoebe: Do it do it do it!
Monica: (Shouts to the guy) Woo-woo!
(The guy turns round, startled. Monica points to Phoebe. The guy gets hit by a truck)
Phoebe: I can&`&t believe you did that!
........
[Scene: Hospital, the guy is in a coma and Mon and Pheebs are visiting.]
Monica: I wish we at least knew his name... Look at that face. I mean, even sleeping, he looks smart. I bet he&`&s a lawyer.
Phoebe: Yeah, but did you see the dents in his knuckles? That means he&`&s artistic.
Monica: Okay, he&`&s a lawyer, who teaches sculpting on the side. And- he can dance!
Phoebe: Oh! And, he&`&s the kinda guy who, when you&`&re talking, he&`&s listening, y&`&know, and not saying &`&Yeah, I understand&`& but really wondering what you look like naked.
Monica: I wish all guys could be like him.
Phoebe: I know.
..........
[Scene: The Coma Guy&`&s Room, Monica bursts in, closely followed by Phoebe. There is no sign of Coma Guy. His bed is empty.]
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.
