Shh, shh, shh.

Okay, so say hi to my friend and tell him you like my hat.

Okay, so, um, what's your friend's name?

Oh, Chandler.

So, hi, Chandler.

- That, that was.. - Oh.

- Oh, my God. - That's Fergie, baby!

Joey says you don't really like his hat, but I think it's kinda dashing.

When did you? How? How?

Well, I was trying to figure out how to get to Buckingham Palace, right?

So, I'm in my map, and-and..

Hey.

- Hey. - Hey.

I understand you had a little talk with Emily.

Yes, I did.

And you are welcome.

Am I?

And was it your idea to postpone the wedding?

Um...

- I'm gonna go to the bathroom. - Wait up.

Hey, hey, since you're the fix-it lady, here's a pickle.

What do you do when the bride says she doesn't wanna have the wedding at all? 

-She said that? -Yeah.

-Why? -I don't know.

I told her it was stupid to put off the wedding just because the hall was gone, and she, like, flipped out.

Oh my God.

You're even dumber than I am.

Excuse me?

Ross, how long, have you planning this wedding?

I don't know. A month?

Emily has probably been planning it since she was five.

Ever since the first time she took a pillowcase and hung it off the back of her head.

That's what we did.

We dreamed about the perfect wedding...

… in the perfect place...

… with the perfect four-tiered wedding cake...

… with the little people on top.

But the most important part is that we had the perfect guy who understood just how important all that other stuff was.

I had no idea.

And that-that pillowcase thing?

I thought you guys were just doing the flying nun.

Sometimes we were.

Come on.

You're gonna help me figure out what to do.

- All right. - Come on.

Oh, pretty intense, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, I hope Ross didn't think we just went in there because we were uncomfortable being out here.

I hope he did.