This is a party! Come on!

Joey! Dance!

Yes, Waltham lnteriors.

This is Ross Geller's
personal physician, Dr. Filangie.

Who?

l discovered that Ross forgot
to take his brain medicine.

Without it, in the brain of Ross...

...women's names are interchangeable.

Through no fault of his own.

Oh, my God! Phoebe.

No, not Phoebe. Dr. Filangie.

Oh, no! You have it too!

What kind of bitch hangs up
on a doctor?

l hope you don't take this
the wrong way...

...but l know we had plans
to meet up tonight.

l'm worried about what it
might do to our friendship.

l know.

-How could we have let this happen?
-Seven times!

You know, look.
We were away.

ln a foreign, romantic country.

l blame London.

Bad London!

So look...

...while we're still in London,
we can keep doing it, right?

Well, l don't see that
we have a choice.

But when we're back home,
we don't do it.

Only here.

You know, l saw
a wine cellar downstairs.

l'll meet you there in two minutes.

Mon? l gotta ask you something.

Now?

Ross said my name.
l can't just pretend it didn't happen.

l don't know.

Monica, what should l do?

Just do the right thing.

What?

Tow the line! Thread the needle!
Think outside the box!

l'll talk to Ross
about what he thinks it meant.

Wait! Rachel, no.

He's married.

Married.

lf you don't realize that,
l can't help you.

Okay. You're right.

You're right.
You can't help me.

Jack, is it all our fault?
Were we bad parents?

Who serves steak
when there's no place to sit?

How are you supposed to eat this?

Hey, what's up?

You and me, next dance?

Sorry, dear,
l only dance when l'm drunk.

 

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