Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

RACHEL: Hey. Hey. - Guess what.

And that's how it's done.

Wait a minute. You don't have renter's insurance?

You still going to that chiropractor?

You know, in England this car would be on the other side of the store.

- Oh, you don't need that. - Ahem, why not?

- Mm-hm. - Nice to see you again, Dr. Green.

- So why do you let her go to a chiropractor? - I'm sorry, "Let her"?

Chandler's your friend. Oh.

- All right, kids. Ready? - Yes.

Sometimes I have bad dreams.

I advised a fellow actor to play a role...

[SOBBING]... most of whom are too ugly to even be on TV.

Oh, I cannot believe he's using our divorce to sell mattresses.

I am Mr. Tribbiani.

- That was really good. - Thanks.

PHOEBE: Who's singing?

And I'm appalled for you, by the way.

You Miss Geller?

- Are, uh, having dinner with my dad tomorrow night. I hope that's okay.