Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Chandler, is that?
No "How you doing?" Heh.
- Know what Joey left on my pillow? RACHEL: What?
I did. Monica was so sweet. She left a little mint on my pillow.
- It's Thursday. How was the audition? - It's Thur...?
All right, well, don't waste it. I mean, it's still food.
When I get corrected
...and it won't seem like such a big difference.
[THROUGH GRITTED TEETH] I'll be out in a second.
I know, when I'm 90, she'll be 80...
This was no one's fault, Pheebs, okay? It was an accident.
You know, uh, actually, I should get going.
- I've never lived like this before. - I know.
Okay, Phoebe, calm down. There's no need to place blame. Okay?
Hi. We didn't get to the audition.
It wasn't at all. Elizabeth is very mature for her age.
- It could've been a hair-straightener. - Oh.
You don't wanna get a reputation as Professor McNails-His-Students. Ha, ha.
Most of the damage was contained to the bedrooms.
Any reason I should leave a block of time open, say, Thursday?
I wish I knew, but the evaluations are all anonymous.