Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Man, what is that?
I'm going home to bask in the triumph of my Central Park idea.
You look cute in bubbles.
So thanks for having me over.
Want some chicken?
I'll make you some tea and we'll talk this out.
Joey! I'm in!
London is stupid! Stupid!
She's my wife. Rachel is my wife.
Okay...
I'm calling the shots! I say you leave Ross and go get Dave.
Rachel! Come on, let me in!
- Ow! - Ow!
Pheebs!
I had to kiss Phoebe and Rachel every time I left the room.
- I'm sorry. - Sorry.
I mean, it was so humiliating!
You're not going anywhere. Sit right here.
It didn't have any... Well, it blew.
Rachel? Sweetie, look.
That's the guy you flirted with at the counter.
Phoebe's going to have her babies.
I know you think I'm crazy.
All right. Anyway...
"Hey, Ross! Where's the missus?" "Don't know!"