Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And that's how it's done.
And I'm appalled for you, by the way.
You know, in England this car would be on the other side of the store.
Wait a minute. You don't have renter's insurance?
Oh, I cannot believe he's using our divorce to sell mattresses.
[SOBBING]... most of whom are too ugly to even be on TV.
And me?
Phoebe.
- Are, uh, having dinner with my dad tomorrow night. I hope that's okay.
You still going to that chiropractor?
- So why do you let her go to a chiropractor? - I'm sorry, "Let her"?
- Mm-hm. - Nice to see you again, Dr. Green.
Chandler's your friend. Oh.
- That was really good. - Thanks.
Sometimes I have bad dreams.
RACHEL: Hey. Hey. - Guess what.
You Miss Geller?
- All right, kids. Ready? - Yes.
PHOEBE: Who's singing?
I am Mr. Tribbiani.
I advised a fellow actor to play a role...
Who's singing?
- Oh, you don't need that. - Ahem, why not?