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Then I lose my nerve and I finish with "...go to the bathroom."
All I know is, I can't have another failed marriage.
Of course, you're my best friend.
First marriage: Wife's hidden sexuality. Not my fault.
- What is the matter with you? - What is the matter with you?
Third, overall.
A little my fault.
Basically, Rachel and I were in Vegas, and we got drunk.
Big day, huh? People moving in. People getting annulled.
Of course he did.
Monica and Chandler are moving in here...
- Let me get my sweater. ROSS: Okay.
Wow.
- Hey, do you have any gum? - Oh, yeah.
She means nothing to me.
So I decided that until I work that...
...and be filthy rich, by the way
Nevada's fault.
Have you considered therapy?
This is crazy. I mean, yes, Rachel is my good friend.
Uh-huh.
So, um, I was thinking that maybe we should start dividing up our stuff.
It is?
It's just a little hard to believe.
Can you just lay off, please?
I know!
Would you tell Rachel?
Yes.
How about this? I want you to have the big plate.
Well, I thought you loved her when you married her.