Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What? They wanted a scary story.

Phoebe, you can't massage people in my apartment.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so rude. Does anyone want to come to the movies?

My massage client, Arthur.

Sweetie, this is the most special day of our lives.

...that I had the idea for Jurassic Park first.

You know what? I don't care. I'm not ashamed of my book.

Which means you had seven years of beach fun...

Come on, Joey, sex me up.

All right, um, a string quartet for the processional, a jazz trio for cocktails...

...and we could hear it every time it ran through the little kitty door.

...the caterers, the music...

How many kids were we gonna have?

Okay, now I'm going to...

Well, I'd gotten Judy pregnant.

I don't want a big, fancy wedding.

Hey, little buddy.

I mean, you don't need to have this...

And any extra cash my father has, he saves for his yearly trips to...

Uh-huh, I did, because I wore out my first copy when I was with you.

- It seemed like such a simple idea. - Stupid, Jack. The word is stupid.

- It's enough for wedding scenario A. - Really?

I need to talk to you. It's pretty urgent. It's about Monica and Chandler.

Well, Derek is a name I shouldn't know.

It's just a healthy expression of female sexuality...