Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, Mon? Chandler's not here.
No, I can't. I can't smoke. If I smoke, my wife would kill me.
Is this the way you want our baby to be conceived?
Are you kidding? That woman has the nose of a bloodhound.
You know, I've flown a long way to see my loving wife.
- Thursday? But that's Halloween. So?
I'm sorry we left you. Mommy will never leave you again.
Bye, guys. Judy. Bye.
Their, um... Their arrival is in the offing.
I couldn't get a reservation for the night of my birthday...
- How was everything, sir? - Excellent.
I was just going to say that I left my keys.
Thank you. - Thanks.
Control your woman.
...swirling around the whirlpool that fills the apartment.
Happy humping.
Where is everyone? They're 40 minutes late.
...and, um, which of the pastas would you recommend?
Uh, Claudia, aren't you supposed to blow smoke up the boss's ass?
Happy birthday to you
Ross bruises like a peach. He bruises like a peach.
Thanks.
Oh, you smoked.