Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The One Where No One's Ready
Well, Joey, I wrote a little song today.
I THINK YOU'VE GONE OVER TO THE BAD PLACE
...your ankles or your knees or your earlobes look fat. Just do it!
Okay, I'm ready.
Yeah, it's fat.
- Hello. ROSS: Hey.
Not anymore.
- Okay. - Okay.
Correspondence
Is that too spooky?
...is opposite.
Um, heh, heh...
The only person I cared about getting dressed...
- Where's my underwear? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What?
You're so sweet.
Okay, thanks. Yeah, I'll try that.
Not outgoing!
Okay, if that's what it takes to show you how much you mean to me...
Maybe I'm getting my period or something. I don't know.
I think I'm gonna catch up on my correspondence.
- What are you supporting? - Christmas.
[LAUGHING]
Get up.
Um, you know, just out of curiosity...
So in the words of A.A. Milne, "Get out of my chair, dill-hole."
I know the code to his answering machine.