Chandler Bing

Monica, it's Sunday morning. I'm not running on a Sunday.

Is there something repellent about me?

She's insane! The woman is insane.

It's God's day.

It couldn't have been worse. A woman literally passed through me.

...and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm going home.

- Why not? - Because it's Sunday!

- Stop. - No, come on! We can't stop!

You feel like going for a run?

It's before work, after work, and during work.

Okay, I don't mind the last pound.

Ha, oh, what you gonna do, fat boy, huh? Ha, ha.

All right. But if we put on spandex...

It's not as if you have a boyfriend's shoulder to cry on.

Uh, I would, but that might get in the way of my lying-around time.

So don't make me do anything that I'll regret.

Joey, be a pal. Lift up my hand and smack her with it.

Wanna work out? I can remake you.

Ha, ha, okay.

So you're okay about all this?

...if it were me, I'd have difficulty getting out of bed at all.

Why won't he give it up?

What? Heh.

Nothing. Except tell you, uh, it's wonderful how much energy you have.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You have a date?