Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What? -I love you.

-I'm a doctor. -Right. I meant..

They keep throwing deadlines at me

I could see your nipples through that sweater.

-Okay.. -But that's not enough.

I'm missing picture time!

-Phoebe, no! -It's okay. He's a virgin.

I can't date like a normal person, which is fine because I don't need a relationship.

-Really? -Really.

It looks like a holiday card.

Speaking of together, how about we send out a holiday card this year?

So how was your day?

There's no point in spending time with someone if it's just fun.

For just one great night. I mean, is that really so hard..

Together? Like, to people?

People who have been dating for a couple of months don't send out cards.

We're not just doing a card. She also wants to have the conversation..

Come here. I can breathe through my mouth.

Oh, my God! All he took were pictures of my breasts.

-That's cute. -Bing! And the Bingette!

-What? I said I'd do it. -I know, it's just..

all I want to do is rip off his sweatpants and fanny pack.

Oh, yeah! Urine cuts right through an ice sculpture, doesn't it?

Yeah. I have all of these feelings, and I don't know what to do about them.

Ross, what's going on? You're changing the lock?

It's a wedding ring. Get rid of it. We'll throw it in the East River!

They keep throwing deadlines at me