Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't tell Monica. She'll rip your heart out.
- I don't know. I'll probably just invest it. - Ooh. Calm down.
They're all in there.
You won't let me buy the Knicks? I can't believe you're taking this away.
- I have another idea. - I'm sorry, idea time is over.
she's gonna be a scientist!
...doesn't mean we don't like to play with the carcasses.
Let me finish.
Ooh, is Daddy getting angry?
And here we go. The Powerball is seven.
But out of 15 interns, they're only hiring three.
Well, you wouldn't, but we own the paper. We can print whatever we want.
Rach, they're announcing the numbers!
Well, it's not all mine. We all get 50 cents.
And I'm not too mature. Farts, boobies, butt cracks!
All right. Okay. Okay. Gleba Gleba. Gleba. Gleba!
Do not come any closer!
There is no way I was gonna dump this...
- You don't want to win the lottery? - Uh, sure I do.
- What about the ones on the nightstand? - There are no tickets there.
I, uh, didn't wish we would win the lottery. I wished you'd get the job.
Hello? Hello? Hey, Charlie. Did anybody else hear?
Okay, I've heard myself on tape, and I sound nothing like that.
Just give them to me, and I'll split them up!
- Even these five that I hid in my bra. - Monica!
- Sure. - Ooh! I have an idea.
Maybe I'll drive you up there. I'd like to buy some tickets myself.
- Can you believe it? Nobody won. - Um, I beg to differ.