Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Till Monica gets back, it's like I'm head chef and I get to make all the decisions.
I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.
CHANDLER: Air hole! Air hole!
...I would get in there for six hours and think about how I let you down.
So listen, I picked Monica for Secret Santa...
Oh, but if you weren't my best friend...
You're not wearing the patch yet.
I'll be right with you, okay?
All right, look.
Ahem. So how long have you been working with your dad?
Oh. Well, uh...
If it doesn't mean anything to you, then get out of there.
My friends all think this is weird.
...but I'm getting her something for Hanukkah.
...you're not supposed to take these.
I walk in the room, and he won't even talk to me.
CHANDLER: Okay, okay, you got it.
TIM: Joey. MONICA: My brother, Ross.
The towels are hanging next to the sink. And you can use the fancy soap. Ha, ha.
Hello?
You can't tell, but I'm trying to break the tension by mooning you guys.
[MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY]
Aw, and he's catching up to her.
When that guy was robbing us...
CHANDLER: Sorry. - I don't think you should be talking at all.
[SHUDDERS]
...but he only slammed the door once.
Like that gold necklace I got her last year.
[PHONE RINGS]