Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What a game. - I know. Yeah.
Oh, my God, you forgot the pies? Well, I cannot believe this.
Did I do something to you?
- Hey, guys. JOEY: Hey.
Do you hear something?
It's too late for apologies.
She's gonna look washed-out next to the others.
Tell me more.
To Monica and Chandler and that knocked-up girl in Ohio.
Who do you think it's from?
- No, it's not. - It's not? When was she born?
- Phoebe, you have to calm down. - Ahem. Okay.
- "Grand Supreme Little Darling"? - Congratulations!
I hate that thing. It's like a bolt of lightning.
When I was younger, I entered this pie-eating contest.
Or!
Okay.
Between me and me
Oh, yeah. Happy Needless Turkey-Murder Day.
That's a lie! You went to the game. I can see Joey's hand.
In your face, last-year me.
- Nothing, it's fine. - Oh, thank God.
I can't believe this. They're an hour late...
- Chandler, where are your tools? - Oh, I left them on my bulldozer.
"Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division"?
That's some gentle comedy dude
- So bad. - So bad.
But we haven't heard a thing from the adoption agency.
No. Ugh, Phoebe, just the idea of pitting one baby against another...
- Mm. The game's at 1. - So?
Ha, ha! I win.
- Agh. Phoebe, all babies are beautiful. - Oh, okay.
And I won.
- Oh, Phoebe. - Whoo-hoo.