The One with the Metaphorical Tunnel

...but these cartons are so flinging, flanging hard to open!

-Intrigued? -You're flinging, flanging right I am!

It's official. There are no good movies. So let's go to a bad one, and make out.

Perhaps you'd like me to turn so you can bunny-bump against my back?

I'll tell you, I do enjoy guilt... but it wasn't me.

Okay, it was me! -How was it you? -Well, it was all so crazy, you know?

Chandler was in the closet, counting to 10... and I hadn't found a place to hide yet.

I meant to tell you, and I wrote it all down on my hand. See? All of it.

See? Now, this is why I keep notepads everywhere. Yep. And that's why we don't invite you to play.

She only talks to agents. -What a sad little life she must lead.

Hi, this is Caitlin from Phoebe Buffay's office.

So your husband leaves and burns down the apartment. The world doesn't stop.

Get the woman a pad! Get the woman a pad! A pad! A pad!

Oh, now you want a pad.

He carries it everywhere, like a security blanket. But with ski boots and a kicky beret.

...in show business.

Has anybody seen my left boob?

Here it is. What are you doing? I'm sorry. It just felt nice.

I only got one arm. You should do stuff for me. Get me a sweater.

And that's bad... because you hate chicken piccata?

You didn't want to share your tomatoes. Tomatoes are very important to you.

I've never been through the tunnel myself because... you're not allowed through with more than one girl in the car.

If I'm staring down the barrel of a gun... I'm gonna be pretty much peeing every which way.

Sure, that's what it's there for. Emergencies and pretend agents.

Went through a tunnel. Unbelievable.

Are you a puppy!

Well, I gotta buy a vowel... because, oh, my God!

Who would've thought that someday... Chandler Bing would buy me a drawer?

I don't think we need to because you're tripping me out right now!

And I wasn't even that hungry.

Don't go! I've scared you! I've said too much! I'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!

Oh, God. Welcome to our side of the tunnel.

We save the real stuff for the truly terminal cases.

You're not terminal. We just need some damage control.

Oh, honey, you're not a total loser.

I said, 'So I'm not gonna lose her?'

Look, Ben! It's a toy that protects U.S. oil interests overseas!

Yes, they called! You didn't get it! Okay? I mean, you didn't get it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Now you're sad and creepy.

They said they'd never met an Italian actor with a worse Italian accent.

Are you being British?

Barley? What kind of party serves barley?

I'm sorry if my friends aren't as sophisticated as yours.

Either you're seeing somebody behind my back... which would make you the world's biggest jerk... or you're pretending to see somebody... which makes you so pathetic I could cry right here!

Can I be that guy?

They said that you 'weren't believable as a human being.'

The off-Broadway-play people said that you were 'pretty but dumb.' Oh, no wait. I'm sorry. That's 'pretty dumb.'

My God, Chandler, we said be 'aloof,' not 'a doof.'

Yes! And grumpy! What are you? Stop naming dwarfs!

He's so lucky. If Janice were a guy... she'd be sleeping with somebody else by now.

You used to dress up like a woman.

You made us call you 'Bea'?

Oh, please, God, let there be a song.

I am Bea, I drink tea, Won't you dance around with me?