Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a Phoebe on my sandwich.
Ha, ha. They don't want you to put your hands in the pockets...
Oh, my God. Have you lost your mind?
...and host make-believe tea parties.
You all right?
JOSHUA: Hi.
No.
That was computer camp. Rach.
I spin the bottle.
It's no big deal. I have a dentist, you know?
...and you don't want to cheat on them unless it's with someone really hot?
Or maybe you didn't want it to end?
God. Forget it! Oh, this is...
- Like what? - Ha-ha-ha.
I'm sorry. I completely ruined your evening.
- Hi. - Hey.
You're leaving?
Now that's a thinker.
So do you love her?
What photo album was it?
...and since I don't have the guts to ask him out...
It's not Christmas.
My lucky dress wasn't working out too well for me.
Oh, my God.
- Yeah. - Okay.
How could I kiss him without letting him know that I like him?