Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hey. - Hey.
Oh, it's my fault? You didn't have to massage him.
- Hello. - Hi, is, uh, Phoebe here?
Excuse me, ladies.
Yeah, look, when I proposed, I told you...
Yeah, we got a lot to do. We gotta think about the flowers...
The big deal is I don't want naked, greasy strangers in my apartment...
I haven't cleared the budget with my parents yet...
...where our kids could learn to ride their bikes and stuff.
Okay, look, Ross, what is this really about?
I realize that, honey, but I'm not gonna spend all the money on one party.
But you meant dog, right? Ha, ha.
Been trying to fight it, but you just said all the right things.
Clearly I did not start drinking enough at the start of the meal. Heh.
- Phoebe, what are you doing? - I'm sorry, I'm with a client right now.
Well, uh, when we were going out, I read tons of porno magazines.
And they knew about it?
- Well. - Well, you work for that.
...but tell me how this is for music.
How you feeling? Aah.
All right, enough. I don't want to hear about it anymore.
[AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
Uh, four. A boy, twin girls and another boy.
Oh, you guys are so made for each other.
We could have a cat that had a bell on its collar...
Hey, Rach, do you mind if I heat this up on your loins?
...you may not get invited.
Finally a Chandler I can get onboard with.
So we only have two kids.