Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I'm supposed to work tonight.
-Come on! -Come on!
You'd think that would embarrass me, but I'm maxed out.
You're the funniest man here in a bunny costume his wife made him wear.
My second graders helped.
My friends are having a party tonight, so you could come.
I almost don't want to show you.
Monica, can I talk to you for a second?
-What are you? -There's no name for it.
-You're getting a crush on him. -No, I'm not, you are!
No, you're fine.
-To be romantic. -Good.
What? Come on, I am tough!
No wonder you're pregnant.
Or Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. No! Slutty Leatherface.
-Our question might get answered. -What question?
-Can I write you a check? -Okay.
Wow! I don't have the worst costume anymore.
Why are you taking this so seriously? It's just a marriage.
Okay, guys. One match, winner take all.
I'll prove it like a theorem!
-Thank you. -There.
-Better go deal with it. -Yeah, you should.
-No, I meant your costume. -I'm a solar system.
Halloween is the worst. Except for Christmas. And their birthdays.
You don't have to do this. The strength inside you means the most.
Really? What if I told you Ross or Chandler could beat you up?
Gunther, you brought candy. Thank you so much.