Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, Paul's Cafe. It's got great food and it's really romantic.

Foosball, huh? Pizza box.

Instead of the vegetables...

Fine, I'll do it. We gotta get this off the screen.

ROSS: Move it. Move it. Move it!

- You can do it! - Don't touch me!

- I don't really remember the name of it. - Well, what did it do?

No, I ran, okay? It's really far.

- I kind of like it here. - Do you really like it?

And I already put it in my family newsletter.

- And now you're watching me walk away. - Yes, I am! Again, so simple.

- Just tell me, Rach. Just tell me. - Ha, ha.

Oh, hi, Ben. No, don't look at the machine!

Uh-huh. I got the top ten scores. I erased Phoebe off the board. High-five!

I gotta say, I never knew I could enjoy the non-sex part of a date so much.

Which brings us back, of course, to Greely's Theory of Dominance.

More embarrassing than shiny raspberry lip balm?

No, I'm just myself, and if they don't like me for...

Well, when we're at the door...

Really? How come we didn't cross paths?

- But it came at a price. - Ugh.