Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Someone has a special question to ask.
There's no one else in the world I would ask to marry me three times.
- Joey, I can't do that. - Oh, come on.
- Why not? - Well, because you signed it:
Hi, Rachel. Here's your sister Amy.
I'M Going to be a Babyy Stylist !
The carbs found her.
- What you working on? - Monica and Chandler's recommendation.
Wow! Oh, my God!
Yeah. Monica made us.
Please let the Knicks win.
Uh-huh. Um, a Knicks game.
- Ella's a nice name. - Fine, we'll call the next one Ella.
There's Ross. Hey, Ross.
Oh, no.
Because we'll appreciate it more when she's gone?
...and the thesaurus generates... Gives.
Last night I was finishing off a pizza, and she said:
It's our anniversary.
Oh, how lame. It's so tacky and impersonal.
You're already a pretty perfect version of what you are.
Then I tried to help your daughter de-emphasize her flaws...
Hey, Joe. How's the second draft of the letter coming?
Oh, I can give you that.
I told you we shouldn't have left Emma with her!
She may be the hottest girl I've ever hated.
- She can barely see. - I don't really want her to see.
- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Hi, hi.
- Oh. - So can I stay with you?
Like war. Or that thing in Joey's refrigerator. Remember?
Someone has a special question to ask.