Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Let me throw. This is my game too. - Come on, Mon. Let her throw the ball.
Okay.
Well now you have two
It was so not an accident.
You know? Rachel, funny thing, actually. The end zone starts at that pole.
Forty-two, 38, hike!
I am Margha.
Phoebe, the touchdown does count. You win.
Come on! This way!
Okay, looks like Ross and I are captains.
Hey, it's your Thanksgiving too.
I'm sorry, Dutch. I didn't get that last little bit.
Like the turkey, Ross is done!
Maybe there's, like, a league we could join or something.
Come on, guys! Let's go! Come on. Second down!
- Let's do it! Ross? - What?
Yeah! Kill them!
- Well, why don't we just bunny up? - What?
And was the curse lifted?
Because the winner gets this.
But I don't like you.
- Just sit right there. - Yeah, why don't you stick around?
Tie score. We're running out of time.
No. No. No. Actually, losers rhyme.
What are you doing?
- I know. - That's when I realized...
Thirty seconds left on the timer.
Losers walk.
You know what? I think we should play a game.
Lose!
Unless, of course, you're afraid you might lose to a bunch of girls.
You hear that? That is her truth, Mr. I'll-Let-You-Have-Her!
And then Tennilles.