Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and it really made me feel insecure.

- Joey? - Yeah?

Nothing kills a rehearsal dinner like long speeches. Okay.

No, I said it has to be there by 4:00. Goodbye.

- That is why. MIKE: Yeah.

We have a situation. The minister called. He's snowed in, he can't make it.

...or a regular family like everybody else.

- Ready? - Okay.

Okay, who left the ice sculpture on the steam grate?

- Six o'clock! - Okay.

More back talk.

But the band and the photographer are coming in from New Jersey.

- Oh, no. JOEY: Hey, don't worry.

- Thanks for coming, you guys. - Oh, yeah...

So? What did you decide?

I had to move a couple things in the fridge to make room for the corsages.

So... Oh, well, okay.

- I'll do it! - I'll do it!

Now, I promise I won't say a word. But if you pick Chandler...

- Well, the club lost its power. - The news said most of the city did.

Steel drums don't really say "elegant wedding."

I wanna take a moment to mention my mother, who couldn't be here.

And instead, you disrespect me.

Yeah, I changed them. I sent you a fax about it.

When the photographer is working on a tight timeline

Phoebe, you are so beautiful.

- How's it going? ROSS: Good.

Well, if Phoebe's choosing, then say hello to Mike's next groomsman.

You and me together again.

Okay, Monica, I can't do it like this!

I guess if you're taking over, then you should probably return these messages.

Me too. Monica, do you think we could do it?

Why is this happening to me?

You only get one more, Mike.

Okay, it's 2100 hours.

PHOEBE: Oh, my God, what's it doing here?