Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was me who fell asleep.
Excuse me?
- Why? - I don't know.
That is so sweet.
I think I can safely say that we all have family issues, work and/or are sick.
Okay.
Oh, friends first, drunk in London, you know the story.
I wish there was an easier way for us to have a child, but there isn't one.
Yeah.
Phoebe and I were in the dressing room. Gosh, it's just such a small world.
You know, Monica's mom.
Remember how I was trying to achieve...
Well, some things are just hard to say to your face.
Because we love you, Dr. Connelly, but we don't want you to be our child.
...and then she's here to buy a dress to impress another guy?
I think I feel okay about it.
I'm so bad at picking out clothes.
All right, as long as it's under control.
Pain in the ass!
Great, because I gotta get out of here. The smell of beets is killing me.
Ugh. Sexual politics!