| TOW All The Candy |
| Monica: I'm gonna hang the basket on the door, and when the neighbors walk by they can all take a piece. Chandler: But we don't know the neighbors. Joey: I do. There's, uh, "Guy with a Mustache," "Smokes A Lot Lady," "Some Kids I've Seen," and, "A Red-haired Guy Who Does Not Like To Be Called Rusty." Rachel: So did you read your evaluation yet? Tag: No, it was marked confidential. I just sent it down to Human Resources. Rachel: Okay, please, you're kidding, right? I wrote that one as a joke for you! Tag: A joke they would appreciate? Rachel: I'm thinkin' no. Tag: What did you say? Rachel: Um, I said that I thought you were a good kisser, and, uh...that I like your teeny-tiny touchie. Tag: No, not my touchie. Rachel: Well, it gets worse. When asked if you take initiative I wrote, "Yes, he was able to unhook my bra with minimal supervision," and under Problems with Performance I wrote, "Dear God, I hope not," and then,uh....I drew a little smiley face, and then a small pornographic sketch. Chandler: Stop making candy! Monica: But they like it! Chandler: You mean they like you. Monica: Maybe. Chandler: Is that why you became a chef? So that people would like you? Monica: Oh, you really want to talk about getting people to like you. Huh, funny man? Chandler: Are you okay? Monica: I'm fine now, but it was really scary there for awhile. I mean, someone slipped a threatening note under the door. Joey: Oh, yeah, sorry about that. Mob mentality or whatever, I don't know...' Phoebe: No! But she gave me the box it came in. It had a picture of the bike on the front. [they're all speechless] So I would sit on it and my step-dad would drag me around the backyard. Ross: That is so unfair! Phoebe: Not really, I got to drag him around too! [everyone nods, "oh"] |