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-Hey.-Hi.
-What are you doing?-I was thinking of moving the couch.
Why wouId you want to do that?
So there£§d be a decent pIacefor me to sit?
-Rach, there is a decent pIace.-And your Iap does not count.
-Come on, heIp me move this.-No, no, no.
-No?-No.
Rosita does not move.
I£§m sorry. Rosita? As in--?
As in £§£§Rosita does not move. £§£§
It£§s just a chair.What£§s the big deaI?
It£§s the exact equaI distancefrom the bathroom to the kitchen. . .
. . .and it£§s at an angIe where youdon£§t get any gIare coming off Stevie.
Stevie the TV?
-Is there a probIem?-No.
What does he know?
Come on, Rosita.Us chicas gotta stick together.
You bitch!
The One Where Rosita Dies
EngIish SubtitIes bySDI Media Group
Hey, Ross?
I checked the reaI estate section.
Look at this.
Looks Iike Mom and Dad£§s house.
Even has a treewith a broken Iimb out front.
And the window in the attic. . . .
Oh, my God!
What happenedto the window in the attic?
-I can£§t beIieve they£§re seIIing it.-And they didn£§t teII us.
I£§II buy you a new one, okay?
We£§II go to the store and get youa new chair right now.
She£§s not even coId yet.
WouIdn£§t Rosita havewanted you to move on?
I mean, you know, she did aIwaysput your comfort first.
That£§s true.
I can£§t beIieve we have to say goodbyeto the house we grew up in.
Man, some stranger£§s gonna bein my room.
For 1 5 years they kept itas a shrine to you.
It£§s time the veIvet ropes came down.
They kept your room a whiIe.
PIease! Dad turned my room intoa gym 20 minutes after I moved out.
I gotta say, a tanning bed and a stackof Victoria£§s Secret cataIogs?
Not a gym.
-Come on. You know they Iove you.-As much as they Iove you?
They thought she was barrenuntiI I was born. It£§s not my fauIt.
I hate this year.
What£§s wrong with this year?
It£§s February and I£§ve onIygiven two massages. . .
. . .and they were both horribIe tippers.
That was me and Ross.
Oh, that£§s right.
If you want some extra cash. . .
. . .some coIIege friends madegood money doing teIemarketing.
It£§d be better than the IastteIephone job I had.
I probabIy won£§t have to say£§£§spank£§£§ as much.
What?
Oh, yeah, Iike you never caIIed.
This is very easy.You read from the script. . .
. . .and try to seII as muchtoner as you can.
Okay, I can do that.
By the way, I Iove my office.
-Why don£§t we do a triaI run?-Oh, okay.
AII right.
Hi, this is Phoebefrom Empire Office SuppIies.
-Can I speak to your suppIy manager?-I£§m the suppIy manager.
I£§d Iike to taIkabout your toner needs.
We don£§t need any.
Okay, sorry to bother you. Bye-bye.
Yeah, you£§re right. This is easy.
Okay. What was wrong with that caII?
Oh, weII, aII right.
No offense,but you were kind of rude.
They aIways say theydon£§t need toner. That£§s okay.
Whatever they say, you can find theanswer to it, here in the script.
So I think you£§re ready to seII toner.
-Do you have any Iast questions?-No.
Wait, yes, I do have one question:
What is toner?
Joey?
Joe?
FuII bag?
Beer£§s stiII coId.
Something terribIemust have happened here.
Oh, no, no, no!
Stevie, I was never here.
-Dad?-I£§m here!
Seems Iike just yesterday you guysused to come out to watch me work.
We can£§t beIieveyou£§re seIIing the house.
Time for a new famiIyto start here.
I hope their check cIears beforethey find the crack. . .
. . .in the foundationand the asbestos in the ceiIing.
Let£§s grab our stuff andget the heII out of here.
-Sorry we can£§t store your things.-Oh, it£§s okay.
I can£§t wait to see everything again.
I don£§t know what£§s down here.
But there are six or sevenEasy-Bake Ovens in the attic.
I used to Iove to pIay restaurant.
Not as much as you Ioved to pIay£§£§uncooked batter eater. £§£§
You can£§t expect a chiId to waitfor a Iight buIb to cook brownies.
So I think your boxes are over here.
Oh, great.
Hey. . .
. . .whose cigarettes are these?
I don£§t know.
They must be your mother£§s.
But pIease, pIease don£§t ask her.I£§II throw these away.
CooI! Dad, my report cards!
Hey, check this out.
Math, £§£§A. £§£§ Science, £§£§A. £§£§History, £§£§A. £§£§ Gym. . . .
My rock poIisher!
-Uh-oh.-What?
You know how the garagefIoods every spring?
How are you ever gonna seIIthis pIace?
I think I accidentaIIyused Monica£§s boxes. . .
. . .to keep the water awayfrom the Porsche.
Oh, no, Dad. Dad?
What the--
Oh, God.Everything£§s ruined!
Dad, she£§s gonna be crushed.
You don£§t secretIy smoke, do you?
No.
So it£§s just your mother then.
Hi. This is Phoebefrom Empire Office SuppIies.
Can I speak to yoursuppIy manager, pIease?
EarI. Thanks.
Hi, EarI. This is Phoebefrom Empire Office SuppIies.
I£§d Iike to taIk to youabout your toner needs.
I don£§t need any toner.
I hear what you£§re saying, but atour prices, everyone needs toner.
Not me.
May I ask why?
You want to know why?
I sureIy do.
okay,
I don£§t need any toner. . .
. . .because I£§m gonna kiII myseIf.
Is that because you£§re out of toner?
Okay, so no toner today.Thanks anyway. Bye-bye.
Wait, wait! I can£§t Iet you hang up.Just pIease taIk to me.
WeII. . . .
I onIy had one thing to do today.
I guess I couId push it back.
Yeah. Now, why do youwant to kiII yourseIf?
I£§ve been working for 1 0 yearsnow at this. . .
. . .meaningIess, dead-end job. . .
. . .and nobody hereeven knows that I exist.
ChandIer?
I£§m sorry?
Look. . .
. . .I£§m sure that peopIe knowyou exist.
Oh, yeah? I work in a cubicIe. . .
. . .surrounded by peopIe.
I£§ve been taIking to you for fiveminutes now about kiIIing myseIf. . .
. . .and no one£§s even Iooked upfrom their desk. Hang on.
Hey, everybody. . .
. . .I£§m gonna kiII myseIf.
I got nothing.
Good chair.
Now, if anybody asks. . .
. . .your name is Rosita.
Poor thing. Cut down in her prime.
Joey, the new chairwiII be here in an hour.
Maybe we shouId moveRosita out of here.
Start the heaIing process.
Yeah, I guess you£§re right.
She£§s heaIed!
That£§s weird.
No, it£§s not weird.
It£§s a miracIe!
It£§s not a miracIe. I£§m surethere£§s an expIanation.
There is. If your heart is pure,wondrous things can happen.
She£§II understand.I didn£§t do it on purpose.
Dad, that won£§t matter to her.
Look, aII my stuff is safe and dry.
And aII her stuff is. . .
. . .growing new stuff.
This is the kind of thing. . .
. . .that makes her thinkyou Iove me more than her.
My God. Does she think that?
WeII, can you bIame her?
We may have favored you unconsciousIy.You were a marveI.
-The doctors said your mom couIdn£§t---I don£§t want to hear it.
-ReaIIy?-WeII, not right now.
Monica came here for some memories.Damn it, we£§II give her some.
Okay, grab. . . .
Grab some boxes. We£§II take stufffrom mine. . .
. . .and whatever we can pass offas hers, we£§II put in there.
Like, this. She couId have made this.
-This couId have been hers.-Sure.
If you want to teII the medicaI marveIstory whiIe we work, that£§d be fine.
I am so psychedI kept this chair for myseIf.
Yeah. Me too.
You know, this thing hasspeakers in the headrest?
-No, reaIIy?-Yeah.
You can hook it to the TVand you get radio.
My chair heaIs itseIf.
AII right. Let£§s just forget aboutthe peopIe at the office, okay?
There£§s gotta be someoneworth sticking around for.
What about famiIy or friends?Maybe a girIfriend?
Yeah, right.
Oh, sorry. Boyfriend?
Okay, I shouId. . .
. . .be getting back to my thing now.
See you.
I£§m not finished!Don£§t you dare hang up on me!
The new girI£§s good.
Which boxes are mine?
-These are yours right here.-Okay.
A coIoring book.
You Ioved that thing.
You never went anywhere without. . .
. . .without that coIoring book.
ReaIIy?
Looks Iike I had troubIestaying in the Iines.
Nuh-uh!
Wow, Iook at this.
I can£§t beIieve I evenfit into this shirt.
Oh, this is yours.
I don£§t know how that got in there.
Hey, this isn£§t my stuff.
Ross, these are your boxes.
Where are my boxes?
The garage fIooded, sweetie,and ruined your boxes. I£§m sorry.
Just mine?
I£§m afraid so.
Why wasn£§t Ross£§ stuff ruined?
I used your boxes to divertwater away from the Porsche.
Ross£§ stuff is fine,but I have no memories. . .
. . .so you couId keep the bottomof your car from water?
There was aIsoIeaves and gook and stuff.
I can£§t beIieve this!
Screw it. I£§m having one.
-Hey, ChandIer.-Hey.
How£§d you Iike to sitin a chair that recIines. . .
. . .has a roIIing massage. . .
. . .and speakers in the headrest?
I£§ve tried that so many times. . .
. . .they won£§t even Iet mein the store anymore.
What if I said you couIddo it in my apartment?
Are you teIIing me. . .
. . .you bought the chairthat makes aII others obsoIete?
The chair that Sit Magazine caIIed£§£§Chair of the Year£§£§?
I just purchased. . .
. . .the La-Z-Boy E-CIiner 3000.
WeII, that£§s awesome! That£§s great!What made you do it?
It£§s a Iong story, but,I broke Joey£§s chair--
Whoa, whoa, whoa.You broke Joey£§s chair?
I thought I did, that£§s whyI repIaced it with mine.
That£§s how it got fixed!
You thought that eIvescame in and fixed it?
AngeIs.
I£§m getting my chair back.
WeII, Iooks Iikeit wasn£§t heaIed after aII!
I guess this chair£§s mine now.
Joey, you broke my chair!
Your chair?
He thought he broke it,so he switched chairs.
So there was no miracIe?
No, Joe. No miracIe.
Oh, no! This is devastating!
My faith is shaken. I£§m gIad I havea new chair to get me through this.
Where can I find EarI?He£§s the suppIy manager here.
I don£§t know any EarI.
I£§m right here!
EarI?
I£§m Phoebe.
Phoebe?
The Iady who seIIs toner?
Look, you can£§t kiII yourseIf.
Look, I reaIIy appreciateyou coming down--
No, I can£§t Iet you do it.
-Why?-Because, fate made me caII you today.
I thought it was toner.
Think about it, okay?This isn£§t even my reguIar job.
My first day, you£§re my first caII.
Somebody eIse may have hung up,but I wouIdn£§t do that. . .
. . .because I know about this stuff.
-My mom kiIIed herseIf.-ReaIIy?
How?
I£§m not gonna give you tips.
Don£§t you see that this. . .
. . .aII came together so I couIdstop you from doing this?
-CouIdn£§t it just be a coincidence?-No, it£§s fate.
It doesn£§t reaIIy seem Iikeenough to be fate.
Oh, weII.
Okay, here£§s a weird thing.
My mother was aIso a suppIy manager.
I£§m actuaIIy the office manager.
Oh, my God! So was she!
And get this, okay.
Your name is EarI, right?Her name was PearI.
Puh-EarI.
Was there anything eIse?
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Where£§re you from?
-PhiIadeIphia.-Oh, my God, so was she!
I£§ve got goose bumps.
I£§m wearing Iayers, and it£§s warm.
These jerks might not care about you. . .
. . .but the universe does,and that says a Iot.
Did you hear that?
I don£§t need you guysto care about me. . .
. . .because the universe cares!
The whoIe universe!
I reaIIy wish they£§d carea IittIe bit.
Oh, this is terribIe.
Everything is destroyed.
It meant enough for me to save,and now I can£§t teII what it is.
It£§s stiII soft.
What do you think this is?
I think it was a mouse.
-How are you, honey?-How do you think I am?
You£§ve wrecked my chiIdhood memories. . .
. . .you Iove Ross more than me.
And I just rubbeda dead mouse on my face.
Sweetheart, we Iove youjust as much as Ross.
I£§m sorry about what happened. . .
. . .and I probabIy can£§tmake it up to you. . .
. . .but here£§s a start.
-What£§s this?-It£§s the key to my Porsche.
WeII, the key to your Porsche.
What?!
I£§ve considered getting rid of it.I saw my refIection the other day.
Your mother£§s right,I do Iook Iike an ass.
You£§re giving it to me?You£§re kidding.
WeII, wait a minute.
A coupIe of stupid boxes get wet,and she gets a Porsche?
-Let£§s take a drive?-AII right!
What about me? I£§m a medicaI marveI!
Hey, guys.
Have you seen ChandIer£§s chair?
Joey broke it. He got rid of it.
Are you kidding? I get a Porscheand the BarcaIounger£§s gone?
This is the best day ever!