Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, uh, where's Monica?
He's got a severed toe on his right foot.
Oh, no. I have the cutest Christmas story.
Yes, yes, Monica is thin. It's wonderful.
What is that supposed to mean?
- Happy Thanksgiving. - You too, sweetheart.
Wait, wait, wait.
I am really sorry.
It's exactly like it sounds.
What?
Come here.
Ross?
It has the nail.
And the way they play with your mind. I mean, is it there? Is it not there?
I don't have any more room in the fridge.
This feels so good against my cheek.
Gauze!
- Okay. - Ooh, and I love carrots.
Monica, your remote doesn't work.
I need something sweet.
Did the little rich boy had a problem with the butler?
- Happy Thanksgiving. - Not for me.
No, no.
Serving Others While Wounded Instead of Healing
Really? Worse than:
Okay, count to three. One, two...
It's not that. I don't wanna be stuck here all night with your fat sister.
- What is it? - You brought a carrot.
Oh, my God. Monica's going to totally freak out.
- That must have felt so great. - Well, it didn't.
You know what? I've just had it with high-school boys.
I know Monica's worst Thanksgiving.