Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I knew I should've married Chandler.
But many of our field offices have reported disappointing yields.
- I said I didn't technically. - Okay.
Feu! Aidez! Feu!
Hey, for what it's worth...
Oh, try this one. "Go back in time and listen to Phoebe."
That's just what she wants.
Oh. I can't believe how much I love her. I mean, I can't get enough of her. .
But only because I was up all night worried about this meeting.
- Oh, my God, I'm losing my mind. - Yeah, no kidding.
- Because I've got the cutie little baby. - Hmm.
- Give me the bag. Give me the bag. - No, hit me. Hit me.
It worked. Oh, baby, baby, baby. Oh, baby, baby, baby.
Let's give it six to eight months
- Excuse me? - Okay.
Monica, can I talk to you outside?
You guys, we can't turn on each other, okay?
You know, that's her?
- Tulsa, Oklahoma? - The Sooner State.
I'm kidding.
Ooh, boy, this could take a while.
Go back to sleep.
...with Rachel, I don't think you'll ever be just "anybody."
"Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin"'? "Surrey With the Fringe on Top"?
Okay, you have to realize, I was exhausted, I was emotional.
Wow, you guys got a hospital? Fancy.
I can hear traffic and birds.
The book says whenever she's sleeping, I should be sleeping.