— Is that a hickey?
— Oh, no, I just... I fell down.
— On someone's lips?
— Okay, listen. I'm sorry about last night. I really want to make it up to you.
— No. You know, there's no need to make it up... How?
— Is there anything wrong with that?
— Yes!
— Why?
— I have my reasons.
— I should get back to work.
— Otherwise someone might get what they ordered.
— I don't know, I kind of ran into him last night.
— Where?
— At his apartment.
— We haven't known each other for that long a time. And, um, there are three things that you should know about me. One, my friends are the most important thing in my life. Two, I never lie. And three, I make the best oatmeal-raisin cookies in the world.
— Okay. Thanks, Pheebs. Mm, my God. Why have I never tasted these before?
— Oh, I don't make them a lot... because I don't think it's fair to the other cookies.
Well, I have got your money
And you'll never see it
And your fly's still open
I made you look
— Where's Chandler?
— He needed time to grieve.
— I' m free! I' m free!
— That ought to do it.
— You're stomping. It's disturbing my birds.
— You don't have birds.
— I could have birds.