TOW Ross's Wedding
                     "missing" Chandler/Monica scenes


MONICA:  My mother’s right.  I’m never gonna get married.
CHANDLER:  You know what?  That is…who wouldn’t want you?
MONICA:  Please—I’m a single mom with a 30-year-old son.
<This is the point where the scene changes, and the next time we see
them, it’s the morning after.  But this is the way the rest of the scene

plays itself out in my head>
CHANDLER (rubbing her shoulders):  Listen.  That guy was out of his
mind.  You are beautiful.  And you definitely don’t look like Ross’
mother.

MONICA (groaning):  It’s not just that, it’s…Ross is getting
married—again.  My mother won’t get off my case—as usual, and--god, I
just—oh, forget it.  I’m such a loser.
CHANDLER:  Hey.  You are looking at the *king* of losers, alright?  You
are not a loser.  Believe me.  I recognize my people when I see them,
and
you are not one of us.
<Monica smiles at him in spite of herself>
CHANDLER:  You want to get out of here?  Go for a walk?
MONICA:  Yeah, okay.
<She sets her drink down and they begin to leave, walking past Mrs.
Geller, who lightly grabs Monica’s arm>
MRS. GELLER:  Oh, Monica, I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you
tried on your bridesmaid’s dress yet?  Just to be sure, you know—it
looks as if you’ve put on a couple of pounds.
<Mrs. Geller walks away as quickly as she appeared.  Monica looks up at
Chandler, who gives her an understanding look and puts his arm
around her shoulder.  They walk out to the street together, quietly and
unnoticed.  They continue walking silently, with Chandler’s arm still
around her>
MONICA (suddenly):  What did I do?  Why does she always do that to
me?  I just—I’m so tired of it.
CHANDLER:  You didn’t do anything.  Your mother probably just has
issues with her own mother that cause her to be overly critical towards
you.
MONICA (dryly): When did you become so insightful?
CHANDLER:  I’m not.  I guessed.
<Monica smiles.  Chandler drops his arm from her shoulder, and they
walk in silence for a few minutes.  Monica reaches for his hand.  He
looks over at her, and they smile at each other.  Chandler gently
squeezes her hand as they continue walking>
CHANDLER:  Listen, Mon—
MONICA:  You know what, Chandler?  I don’t really want to talk about it
anymore.  Let’s just walk, okay?
CHANDLER:  Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to go up to my
room and veg out in front of the TV.
MONICA:  Alright.  That sounds good too.
CHANDLER:  Okay.
<They go back to his hotel room.  They both get more
comfortable—Monica removes her shoes, and Chandler takes off his
shoes, tie, and jacket.  Chandler grabs the remote and sits on the bed.
Monica sits on the other side.  They scoot in towards each other, and
cuddle in together, leaning against the headboard.  Chandler is still
holding the remote in his lap—he lifts it and points it towards the TV,
but
reconsiders before pressing the ON button, and puts it back down>
MONICA:  What’s wrong?
CHANDLER:  Nothing, I just—
MONICA:  What?
CHANDLER:  Are you sure you’re alright?
<Monica looks him in the eye and sighs.  She gives him a slight smile>
MONICA:  I’ll be fine.  It’s just been a long, depressing, very
frustrating
day.
CHANDLER (nods understandingly):  I’ve had a few of those.
MONICA:  Yeah.
<He grins at her, and she smiles back.  They look at each other for a
moment, and their smiles gradually fade.  Monica moves in slightly as if

to kiss him.  Chandler leans towards her as they continue to gaze into
each other’s eyes.  After a few seconds, they allow their lips to brush.

He pulls back briefly, then softly puts his hand on the side of her face

and kisses her again.  It lasts a lot longer this time, and grows more
intense with every second.  Monica pulls away, and looks at Chandler as
if she’s seeing him for the first time.  She brushes her hand through
his
hair and starts to kiss him again…>