Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hey, guys. JOEY: Hey.
Do you hear something?
- What a game. - I know. Yeah.
Did I do something to you?
In your face, last-year me.
- Chandler, where are your tools? - Oh, I left them on my bulldozer.
- "Grand Supreme Little Darling"? - Congratulations!
That's a lie! You went to the game. I can see Joey's hand.
I hate that thing. It's like a bolt of lightning.
When I was younger, I entered this pie-eating contest.
- Mm. The game's at 1. - So?
- No, it's not. - It's not? When was she born?
But we haven't heard a thing from the adoption agency.
Who do you think it's from?
- Agh. Phoebe, all babies are beautiful. - Oh, okay.
"Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division"?
- So bad. - So bad.
No. Ugh, Phoebe, just the idea of pitting one baby against another...
Or!
- Nothing, it's fine. - Oh, thank God.
It's too late for apologies.
I can't believe this. They're an hour late...
Between me and me
Okay.
She's gonna look washed-out next to the others.
- Oh, Phoebe. - Whoo-hoo.
Oh, yeah. Happy Needless Turkey-Murder Day.
Tell me more.
Oh, my God, you forgot the pies? Well, I cannot believe this.
Ha, ha! I win.
That's some gentle comedy dude
And I won.
To Monica and Chandler and that knocked-up girl in Ohio.
- Phoebe, you have to calm down. - Ahem. Okay.