Oh, um... I don't care.

There's Lorraine.

Okay, now remember, no trading.

You get the pretty one, I get the mess.

- Hi, Joey. - Hey.

Well, well.

Look what you brought.

Very nice.

And what did you bring?

She's checking her coat.

Joey, I'm gonna go wash the cab smell off my hands.

Will you get me a White Zinfandel and a glass of red for Janice?

Janice?

No.

Janice?

Oh. My. God.

Hey, it's Janice!

You know...

... ever since I was little, I've been able to pick up quarters with my toes.

Yeah?

Good for you.

Uh, quarters or rolls of quarters?

By the way, Chandler

I cut you out of all my pictures, so if you want, I have a bag with just your heads.

That's okay.

Oh, are you sure? Really?

Because, you know, you could make little puppets out of them and you could use them in your theater of cruelty!

We can't do that.

What? What can't you do?

Uh, can I talk to you for a second over there?

Uh.

We might be leaving now.

Tell me it's you-and-me we.

She said she wants to slather my body with stuff and then lick it off.

I'm not even sure what "slathering" is.

But I definitely want to be a part of it.

Okay, you cannot do this to me.

You're right; I'm sorry.

Uh, can we have three chocolate mousses to go, please?

I'm out of here.

Look...

... here's my credit card.

Dinner's on me; I'm sorry, Chandler.

I hope she throws up on you.

Thanks.

So.

Just us.

Ugh, what a crappy night!

Although, I have enjoyed the fact that, uh, your shirt's been sticking out of your zipper ever since you came back from the bathroom.

Excuse me.

How you doing?

So...

... do we have the best friends or what?

Joey's not a friend; he's...

... a stupid man who left us his credit card.

Another drink? Some dessert? A big-screen TV?

I will go for that drink.

You got it. Good woman!

Can we get a bottle of most overpriced champagne?

- Each. - That's right, each.

Oh, and a, uh, Rob Roy.

I've always wanted to know.

Happy Valentine's Day!