Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Would you like to dance? -Sure.
Okay, I'm sorry. I'll stop.
How small are your feet?!
-Wait a minute. Who's the father? -She won't tell us.
The famous botanist.
-Guys, I'm not pregnant. -Oh, slow swimmers?
Who am I kidding? I belong in radio.
-What? -It's negative.
You said she was. I didn't disagree with you.
Yuck
-Well, I'm not proud of this, but.. -Oh, my God. Please don't!
I don't believe we've met. Joey Tribbiani.
-Oh, my God, it's Joey! -Stop it. Okay?
I'd like you to meet Dennis Phillips. Dennis, this is my son, Chandler.
No, I mean it. There are so few genuinely nice guys out there.
-You gotta take it now. -No, this your wedding.
That is so sweet.
If I could get in a Broadway show, then I would've done it all.
Unless this lady wouldn't mind letting you go first.
Who's the father?
Did you talk to Dennis about me yet?