Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What if all my stuff was here?
All right, you know what? Hurts really bad.
All right. See you, Pheebs.
This could be our chance to, like, renew our friendship.
It still doesn't work.
- Yeah, why not? - Pheebs?
Okay? So say, uh...
They would not let us get married when we were that drunk.
Okay. Okay, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Door hasn't been locked in five years, but okay.
You did?
I, uh, really thought I'd have to talk you into this more.
...and I didn't deliver, okay?
Don’t tell Lindsey. See you later
- Hi. - Hey!
Quando eu começo a entender o inglês falado com o método das aulas do Cristiano - ELT
We don't get married unless there's a sign.
And if she's anything like me, she's just gonna be relieved.
All the signs are telling us to do it.
It was the wrong kind of eight. No wedding! Damn it!
You are asking me to be your wife.
Watch out, watch out.
PHOEBE: Okay! Okay!
No, you need your sleep. Night-night. Shh.
What?
So I will strive to stay awake for as long as I know you.
Oh!
- He took my snack. - I'm not getting into this again.
Most people who marry in Vegas are drunk.
Yes.
- Ready? - Ready.
What if we live together, and you understand what I'm saying?