Friends

- Cheers. - Cheers.

You look cute in bubbles.

Ahh, you're just all liquored up.

Hey, it's me. I'm coming in.

I've had a very long, hard day.

Want some chicken?

No, thanks. No chicken. Bye-bye.

You sure? Some extra-crispy, dirty rice?

For the last time, no! Get out, Joey!

All right.

Are you okay? He wouldn't leave.

He kept asking me if I wanted chicken.

Chicken?

I could eat some chicken.

Hey, Joe!

Could I get a, uh, three-piece, some coleslaw, some beans and a Coke?

Aah! Diet Coke.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Morning, Pheebs. - I have to tell you this story.

I was coming over and this cabdriver...

Was his name Angus?

What?

He was a cabdriver we had in London.

Oh. Ha, ha, ha.

All right. Anyway...

What was that pub he took us to?

The Wheat Sheaf!

And they had that beer...

- Boddington's. - Boddington's.

Ooh, uh, Pheebs was going to tell a story.

So he had a really funny hat.

I don't want to talk about it.

- Hey. - Hey, Ross!

Boddington's!

Oh, man!

I'd walk back to London for another frosty one of those bad boys.

They have them at the British pub by the Trade Center.

Later!

Shouldn't Rachel be back?

Her plane got delayed.

But she should be here by now.

So you talked to her? Did she sound mad?

No. But she likes me.

You abandoned her on a plane to Greece.

I did not "abandon" Rachel. Okay?

Emily showed up at the airport.

I had to go after her. I did what I had to do.

She's my wife. Rachel is my wife.

Emily!

Emily is my wife.

Man, what is that?

You haven't heard from Emily?

Not since I lost her at the airport.

I can't believe she can outrun you.

Hey! She's fast, okay?

You think you can beat me? Let's go! Outside!

Hi!

Hi! Rachel!

Rach, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry.

Come on. You just did what you had to do.

Hi, Pheebs.

That's it? You're not mad? It must've been terrible.

Terrible? Hell, I was in Greece!

There was a nice hotel, nice beach, met the nice people.

It's not too shabby for Rachel.

So, what, that's it?

Well, yeah. We're cool. Totally cool.

Thanks, Rach. You're the best.

Oh, no. You're the best.

Oh, I got to go to the flower store.

No one will tell me where Emily is...

so I'm sending 72 long-stemmed, red roses to her parents' house.

One for each day I've known and loved her.

That should get her talking.

When you make out the card, be sure to make it out to "Emily."

It's good that you had such a good time in Greece.

What?

I didn't have a good time in Greece!

Ross abandoned me!

I couldn't get a plane out. I had to stay in their suite!

People came up to me going, "Mrs. Geller! Why are you cry?"

I mean, it was so humiliating!

I felt like such an idiot!

It's all my fault. You know why?

Because I make very bad decisions.

Oh, that's not true.

Yes, it is true. I went after Ross in stupid London!

London is stupid! Stupid!

I should've never gone to London.

From now on, you make all my decisions for me.

Oh, no. I did that for someone once.

I'm not comfortable having that power over someone's life.

I'll do it.

Fine. Monica, you are now in charge of my love life.

Okay. I got to go to work.

And, uh, Rachel, great to have you back.

Pheebs!

Always a pleasure.

Rachel? Sweetie, look.

Here's a cute picture of you and Joey.

He's married.

Ross is married. I still can't believe it.

Honey, sweetie, by the edges.

I'll just have to accept it.

I mean, it's my fault.

Edges! Fingers! Smudgy!

Oh, my God!

That's okay. I know that you're very upset right now.

I know that wasn't about me.

I bet it was about her a little.

If you'd stop thinking about Ross...

you'd notice there are great guys everywhere.

Look. Gunther.

He's nice. He's cute.

Yeah. I guess Gunther is...

What about that guy over there?

That's the guy you flirted with at the counter.

Oh, I don't know. I don't know.

You're going to talk to him.

I make your decisions, and I say you're going to talk to him.

All right.

You're the boss. I got to do what you tell me.

Say that to him, and you're golden.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey, Pheebs. We got our pictures back from London.

Here's all of us at the Tower of London...

Here we all are.

There's Ross and Joey and you and...

And me.

We've been talking about London too much.

Sorry, it's just because I couldn't be there.

All I get to do now is pregnant stuff. It bums me out.

- I'm sorry. - Sorry.

- What happened? - A little of this, a little of that.

I got myself a date tomorrow.

See? Didn't I tell you? You're getting over Ross already.

Get out.

What took so long?

I got caught up at work. But I'm quitting tomorrow.

So thanks for having me over.

Rach...

Pheebs...

See you, man.

What the hell was that?

Probably some European goodbye thing he picked up in London.

That's not European.

It felt French.

I really had a good time.

Yeah, me too.

- So... - So...

I guess this is it.

Yeah, um...

- Unless you want to come inside? - Yeah!

Oh, uh, wait a minute. You know what? I can't decide this.

Okay. Just hold on a second.

Um, hi.

Hi.

Where's Monica? I have to ask her something.

Doing her laundry.

What's that?

It came in the mail today.

It's 72 long-stemmed, red roses.

One for each day I've known and loved Emily...

cut up into mulch.

Honey, that's awful.

It's not so bad.

Monica's going to make potpourri.

I think I'm going to go wander out in the rain for a while.

It's not raining.

I can't catch a break.

You're not going anywhere. Sit right here.

I'll make you some tea and we'll talk this out.

All right?

Okay.

- Hey, Dave. - Yeah.

Um, I need to take a rain check. My roommate is really sick.

Okay. Bye.

Honey, listen.