Phoebe: Lots of things.
Rachel: Which one do you think she is?
Teacher: May I help you?
Monica: Oh, no thanks, we're just here to observe.
Teacher: You don't observe a dance class. You dance a dance class. Spare shoes are over there.
Rachel: What does she mean?
Phoebe: I think she means "You dance a dance class". Oh, come on, come on.
Monica: Okay, do you see anybody you think could be me?
Teacher: People! Last time there were some empty yoghurt containers lying around after class. Let's not have that happen again!
Rachel: She could be you.
Teacher: Let's get started. Five, six, afive six seven eight...
Monica: Okay, I'm not getting this!
Phoebe: I'm totally getting it!
Monica: Did you ever feel like sometimes you are just so unbelievably uncoordinated?
Rachel: What? You just click when they click.
Teacher: Alright people, now everyone grab a partner.
Phoebe: Okay. And, my, dead, mother, says, you, are, it. I'm with Rachel.
Monica: Great. It's gym class all over again.
Phoebe and Rachel: Aww.
Teacher: Well that's all right, you can come up to the front and dance with me.
Monica: Why don't I just take off my clothes and have a nightmare.
Woman: It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, I'm here. Sorry I'm late, okay, here I am. Who's the new tense girl?
Teacher: She's your partner.
Woman: Hi. I'm Monica.
Monica: Oh. Monica! ...Hi. I'm Mo Nana.
Monica: Yeah. It's Dutch.
Fake Monica: You're kidding! II spent three years in Amsterdam.
Monica: Um, Pennsylvania Dutch.
Teacher: And we're dancing. Afive, six, seven, eight...