The One Where Rachel's Sister Babysits

And for the record, I've also never given her frosting from a can.

It's just that we don't think of you as really being so much with the words.

[BABBLING] Clearly, we were wrong.

Dear Baby Adoption Decider People...

and we're gonna have sex in a public restroom.

That's where people make number two.

You gave a B to a Pottery Barn catalog.

Still sharp as a tack.

Did I buy a falafel from you yesterday?

Yes. Yes, you did.

You are not good.

What do I know? I just sell Middle Eastern food from a cart.

Hey, your English is getting better.

She may be the hottest girl I've ever hated.

What did I just say?

Look out, ladies! Joey Tribbiani's got the whole package!

No, I was talking about your bedding.

And it's on Fifth. And the elevator opens up right into the living room.

It's his dad.

God, we used to make out all the time after you went to sleep.

Sometimes just nodding is okay.

I'm gonna marry Myron and keep looking for Mr. Right.

It's my anniversary.

It's our anniversary.

It's the worst way to propose.

It's the longest I ever spent on a computer without looking at porn.

They are humid, prepossessing Homo sapiens with full-sized aortic pumps.

Baby Kangaroo Tribbiani.

Your full-sized aortic pump.

I'm Erin Brockovich.

But Erin Brockovich had her own house.

A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

Oh, sweetie, you can't pull this off.

I'm curvy and I like it!

Word.

Did I just say, 'If I were a guy'?

Plus, he'd never suspect it.

That's interesting, since she died seven years ago.

I don't think that's what this is.

Listen, I couldn't help but overhear, because I was trying to.

She guessed 8, 9, based on his drawings.

Doesn't it make her nose look smaller?

Why, did something happen to his falafel cart?

Please tell me those are clip-ons!

Monica can be cool and fun at organized indoor projects.

I am going to be a baby stylist.

Enter Amy.

No more falafel for you!

Well, if you don't hold it in, you don't get all the nutrients.

Well, that's not very enlightened.

No, my mommy and daddy aren't home right now.

Ass and face.

She was. Carbs found her.

Obviously, you have balls.

Where else would lame Mr. No Balls hide it?

There's no one else in the world I would ask to marry me three times.

She's gonna be Mrs. No Balls!

It's almost as if people don't want to hear that their babies are ugly.