Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- He took my snack. - I'm not getting into this again.
So I will strive to stay awake for as long as I know you.
It still doesn't work.
- Yeah, why not? - Pheebs?
...and I didn't deliver, okay?
And if she's anything like me, she's just gonna be relieved.
- Hi. - Hey!
Okay? So say, uh...
You are asking me to be your wife.
PHOEBE: Okay! Okay!
Yes.
Don’t tell Lindsey. See you later
Quando eu começo a entender o inglês falado com o método das aulas do Cristiano - ELT
All right. See you, Pheebs.
You did?
Door hasn't been locked in five years, but okay.
They would not let us get married when we were that drunk.
Okay. Okay, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Most people who marry in Vegas are drunk.
No, you need your sleep. Night-night. Shh.
What if we live together, and you understand what I'm saying?
I, uh, really thought I'd have to talk you into this more.
All the signs are telling us to do it.
We don't get married unless there's a sign.
All right, you know what? Hurts really bad.
It was the wrong kind of eight. No wedding! Damn it!
- Ready? - Ready.
What?
This could be our chance to, like, renew our friendship.
Oh!
What if all my stuff was here?
Watch out, watch out.