Dr. Ross Geller

Where's my ring? My dead grandmother's wedding ring.

Diverse.

Way to be cool, man.

-What a baby! -Total wuss.

...in the basement of a Pizza Hut.

You want a cookie?

You got some chili on your neck.

Good call!

My ring? My wedding ring?

Thanks for not marrying Rachel.

Marry me.

So you'll be my best man twice, and I won't be yours at all?

How could this happen?

The stripper stole my wedding ring?

I'll invite Gunther because we're talking pretty loud.

Let's not invite any anthropologists. Just the dinosaur dudes.

Another one had never been to a party before.

Any ideas for the bachelor party?

One of them had never been to a bachelor party before.

I'll be there.

I can't sleep, except on my back, which hurt. So I can't sleep.

Every bride who's worn it has lived a long and happy life.

You wouldn't have lost it.

I screwed up. But you don't have to turn me in.

-No strippers or anything. -You got it.