Jill

Chandler nervous to Jill: 'Oh, some guy. I am some guy.' And Jill's dismissive agreement: 'I don't know. Some guy.' Sets up the running joke of Chandler being nobody to her.

Chandler's nervous attempt to break silence with Jill: tries to smile, realizes he's scaring her, then makes an awkward gesture. Internal monologue: 'Do something. Just make contact. Smile. There you go. You're definitely scaring her.'

Chandler offers Jill the phone: 'Would you like to call somebody?' Jill responds: 'Yeah, about 300 guys I went to high school with.'

Chandler is nervous with Jill Goodacre. She offers him gum: 'Would you like some gum?' Chandler asks: 'Is it sugarless?' She: 'Uh, sorry, it's not.' Chandler: 'Then, no, thanks.' Internal monologue: 'What the hell was that? Mental note: If Jill Goodacre offers you gum, you take it. If she offers you mangled animal carcass, you take it.'

Chandler mentally coaches himself while sitting with Jill: 'All right. Okay. What next? Blow a bubble. A bubble's good. It's got a, uh, boyish charm. It's impish. Here we go.' He blows a bubble. It pops. His panic: 'Nice going, imp-. Okay. It's okay. All I need to do is reach over and put it back in my mouth. Good save. We're back on track and I'm...chewing someone else's gum. This is not my gum. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. And now you're choking.'

After Chandler chokes and recovers with Jill's help (without him asking), there's an awkward beat. He says: 'Thank you. That was... That was...' Jill: 'Perfection?' Chandler: '[beat] Yes.' The callback is reinforced—Chandler used the word 'perfection' about the gum earlier, and now Jill uses it to describe the choking incident ironically.

Jill says goodbye to Chandler: 'Well, goodbye, Chandler. I had a great blackout. See you.' The implication is that she'll probably never see him again; she's leaving without exchanging contact info or making plans.

Oh, Mr. Scientist has to get all technical.

Oh, my gosh, that was so lame. Like a pashmina could be a rug.

It's kind of slutty. It's yours.

Yeah, well, I'm a slut. Me too.

I'm so stupid. I'm just this, like, incredibly pretty, stupid girl.

You had me doubting my fashion sense.

Excuse me, the only thing I can't have is dairy.

Seeing some more of your super-cool slides. Wow, really? Totally. I loved them. And maybe you could finish telling me about all the different kinds of sand.

So?

How gay are you?