Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay? We'll take care of it. We'll call her. You go home and get ready.

- You get all of Ross' points. - What?

So let's get the camera rolling.

Oh, I told the stripper to be here at 5. That's good, right?

- Isn't it at 3? - Son of a bitch.

- Of course I am. - Mom, I swear I'm not an idiot.

Okay, I guess we can lose to junior-high girls some other time.

- How do you put a baby down for a nap? - Full, dry, on its back, and no loose covers.

Okay, Mommy, don't ever leave me.

ROSS & CHANDLER: Oh, come on.

- Well, all right. I'll see you at 4. - Thank you.

What are we feeding this baby, Indian food?

- Well, we don't have a garage. - Did I say garage? I meant garbage.

- Nope. Not a thing. - Mm-mm. It's frightening.

The audition's in a couple hours, and I don't even understand the game.

Because you're the most important person in this room. And in the world.

- Hey. PHOEBE: Hey.

ROSS: Yeah. CHANDLER: No.

Maybe it's time you took a good, hard look in the mirror, young lady.

Look at that face. Just like when you were in high school.

- Well, that was a quick shower. - Not if you were here.

- She's still mad. - Yeah, I know.

Maybe it's time you took a good, hard look in the mirror, young lady.

Well, the game was too complicated and research showed people didn't follow it.