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- Hey, guys. - Hey.

- Hi. - Hey.

We need to talk about something.

Yeah. We don't feel like we can host Thanksgiving this year.

- What? - Are you kidding?

Well, it's just with work and the stress of adoption...

...we don't feel like we have the energy.

Plus, we don't think it's fair that every year the burden falls on us.

That doesn't sound like you.

That's Monica talking.

- No, we made this decision together. - She's putting words in your mouth.

Don't you put words in people's mouths. You put turkey in people's mouths.

I can't believe this. This is Emma's first Thanksgiving.

- No, it's not. - It's not? When was she born?

Well, personally, I think it's great you're giving yourself a break.

- Thank you, Pheebs. - Sure. It's just as well.

I mean, last year wasn't very good. I think she's losing her touch.

- What? You are way off, lady. - Am I? Really? Am I?

Well, why don't you cook Thanksgiving dinner and prove me wrong.

Well, think about it. You'd be trying to top what you did last year.

You'd be in competition with yourself.

That's my favorite kind.

Okay, we are doing this.

Don't let yourself get manipulated this way.

Stay out of this, Chandler. This is between me and me.

We are supposed to make these decisions together.

Did you not watch the Dr. Phil I taped for you?

The One With The Late Thanksgiving

- Hey. - Hi. Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Meatless Turkey-Murder Day.

You guys, I ordered some chocolate pies from that bakery on Bleeker.

- Could you pick them up for me? - You' re not making the pies?

I don't make chocolate pies.

When I was younger, I entered this pie-eating contest.

I ate so many that the thought of them makes me sick.

Did you at least win the contest?

Two minutes, twelve pies and a part of one tin.

- Okay, I'll see you guys at 4. - Can't wait.

This dinner is gonna be so great. In your face, last-year me.

- Hey, Rach? - Yeah.

What's Emma doing today?

Well, let's see, I know that she has a meeting with her lawyer...

...and then she has to make a very big poop.

- Why? - I want to enter her in a baby pageant.

Oh, my God. That's the creepiest thing I've ever heard.

Okay, but before you say no, my friend Suzanne is entering her kid.

And compared to Emma, she's a real dog.

- Phoebe, all babies are beautiful. - Oh, okay.

No. Phoebe, just the idea of pitting one baby against another...

...I mean, you know, and judging who's cuter just for a trophy...

- And a thousand dollars. - ...is something I'm very interested in.

Oh, please, do not tell Ross.

He still believes that what's on the inside is important.

Okay. And Emma needs a cowgirl outfit for the competition.

Where am I gonna get a cowgirl outfit on Thanksgiving?

Well, I was thinking--

Take the clothes off Joey's Cabbage Patch Kid!

Did someone drop the baton again?

Why come all the way from Kansas to do that?

I don't get older, I just get better.

You know what just occurred to me?

This could be our last Thanksgiving just the two of us.

I mean, we could be getting a baby soon.

- You don't know that. - Somebody's gonna pick us.

But we haven't heard a thing from the adoption agency.

I'm telling you, it's gonna happen.

Next year, it's gonna be you, me and little Hemingway Bing.

- What? He's my favorite author. - Name one of his books.

The Firm?

Okay, let's see. Okay, the turkey's in the oven. The stuffing is ready.

You know, you always cook this meal all by yourself. Let me help this year.

Oh, Chandler, that's sweet.

But you don't have to do everything Dr. Phil tells you to do.

I'm serious, let me do something. Just not the turkey. Nothing high-profile.

Okay, let's see. Oh, the cranberry sauce.

It's easy to make, and no one really cares about it.

Tell me more.

I'm gonna go check on something across the hall. You start by washing these.

Not with soap!

You obviously haven't tasted my Palmolive potatoes.

- Hi. Hey, guess what Joey has. - Three tickets to today's Rangers game!

Dude, I wanted him to guess.

- Oh, my God. - Yeah, they're great seats too.

- Guess where they are. - Center ice.

Did I do something to you?

- The game's at 1. - So?

- Dinner's at 4. We'll never make it back. - So we'll leave before it's over.

But it could take us a long time to get back home.

Plus, Joey could get lost and they could have to page us to go pick him up.

Dude, two times that happened!

Look, Monica's been working hard all day.

She didn't want to host in the first place. We shouldn't go.

He's right, man.

- Yeah, I guess. So we'll see you at 4. - Okay.

And get ready to taste my very special cranberries.

Or should I say "Chan-berries"?

That's some gentle comedy, dude.

- We're still going to the game, right? - Yeah.

This is contestant number 16, Rebecca Hope from Yonkers.

- Hey. - Phoebe, listen, I think we gotta go.

This place is freaking me out.

I've been watching this guy over there. I don't think he came with a kid.

But we can't leave now.

There was this one baby, Haley, who was favored to win...

...she got croup, so she had to stay home.

This competition just blew wide-open, folks.

Phoebe, it's just too weird.

I just saw a 1-year-old with pantyhose on.

Oh, I know. We should've been more prepared.

It's okay. Now, the way I see it, our real competition now is Cameron.

My God, they just took her sweater off.

Look at those arms. Hello, Michelin Man.

Phoebe, come on. You know what, it's already 3:00.

They haven't even gotten to Emma's group yet. We got dinner.

But Emma's got what it takes. She could go all the way!

- Phoebe, you have to calm down. - Okay.

Rachel, the hottest babies in the tri-state area are in this room right now.

I overheard a judge say that not one of them holds a candle to Emma.

- Really? - Yeah.

- You heard him say that? - Yeah.

All right. Okay. All right, let's give these babies something to cry about.

Good. Let's get down to business. Emma needs some makeup.

What?

She's gonna look washed-out next to the others.

No, I'm not letting you put makeup on my baby.

- Why not? - Because I already did.

You suck! Get off the ice, you idiot!

- What a game. - I know. Yeah.

- I can't believe Chandler's missing this. - I'm sorry he's not here.

But I gotta say, I am really enjoying nacho chair.

Yeah, I'd probably enjoy it more if you didn't keep batting my hand away.

- Yeah! - These seats are great.

I know, I know. When I was here for "Holidays on Ice"...

...I was sitting so far away, Michelle Kwan couldn't read my banner.

Dude I'm sure she knows you hug her

I hope so

We'd better get going. If we don't leave now, we're gonna be late.

But it's a tie game. So we're a little late. The girls will be there.

Let's just stay for one more goal.

- I don't know. - One more fight.

- Okay. - Okay.

Where is everybody? They're 45 minutes late.

I can't believe they're not here. I slave and I slave for what?

They've ruined Cranberry Day.

- How late are we? - Forty-five minutes.

- Here. - Okay.

Rachel and Phoebe are already there, so they probably started without us.

We could just slip in, and no one needs to know where we were.

- You may want to lose the foam finger. - Oh, no, no, no.

You just want to put it on your hand.

- You're not at Thanksgiving? - No, we're late.

- What are you doing here? - We're late too.

We figured we could be late because you'd be on time.

Don't point that thing at me, Tribbiani.

- Nobody's here? Monica's gonna kill us. - Yeah, where were you?

- Well-- - Yeah, what's with the trophy?

Well, we were at a spelling bee.

And I won.

You won an adult Thanksgiving Day spelling bee?

Yes. Y-E-S. Yes.

Let me see this. "Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division"?

That's me.

You entered Emma in a beauty pageant?

And it looks like she put makeup on her.

Wait a second. Where have I seen that cowgirl outfit before?

I can't believe this. She's our daughter.

That you would treat her like some kind of show dog is inexcusable.

- She won a thousand dollars. - So this is an annual thing?

That's Alicia May Emory's outfit!

Guys, there are people in there who are not getting any happier.