Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wish there was an easier way for us to have a child, but there isn't one.
Ugh. Sexual politics!
All right, as long as it's under control.
It was me who fell asleep.
Remember how I was trying to achieve...
Phoebe and I were in the dressing room. Gosh, it's just such a small world.
That is so sweet.
Oh, friends first, drunk in London, you know the story.
Excuse me?
You know, Monica's mom.
Great, because I gotta get out of here. The smell of beets is killing me.
I'm so bad at picking out clothes.
Okay.
Well, some things are just hard to say to your face.
...and then she's here to buy a dress to impress another guy?
I think I can safely say that we all have family issues, work and/or are sick.
Pain in the ass!
I think I feel okay about it.
Yeah.
Because we love you, Dr. Connelly, but we don't want you to be our child.
- Why? - I don't know.