Dr. Ross Geller

Sir Limps-a-lot.

Of course it did. They're made of wicker.

I can't believe you let George Michael slap you.

I came up with that.

You know where his injury is. Severed toe, you just said it!

Yeah, that's the same.

Oh, I'm not falling for that one.

Ross, Rachel and the boy who hates Thanksgiving.

She plays for both teams.

Of course it did. They’re made of wicker.

Am I more thankful for my divorce, or my eviction? Hmm.

Hey, you know what we should all do?

We should play that game where everyone says one thing they're thankful for.

It was so good. I think you killed us.

Oh, my God.

Can't we can't believe how stupid we used to look.

So, uh, where's Monica?

No, no, no. I can go really fast. Dad, give me the keys to your Porsche.

Hey, I wasn't the only one who looked like an idiot, all right?

And, uh, she's on the lacrosse team and the golf team.

In this life, Phoebe.

Can you believe it?

...and she's really pretty and smart.

You're right, yours is worse. You are the king of bad Thanksgivings.

Um, ahem, her name is Carol...