Friends

Morning's here

The morning's here

Sunshine is here

The sky is clear

The morning's here

Hey!

Do you have to do that? It's Saturday!

Oh, come on!

Morning's here!

Morning's here

The morning's here

Sunshine is here

I hate this apartment!

I hate the color of these walls! I hate that this place still smells like bird!

I hate that singing guy!

Are you kidding? I love that guy!

Morning's here, morning is...

Stop it!

I will kill you.

I hate that my room is so small.

I have all the space I need. Just do what I did.

Monica, you don't even have a bed. You sleep in a ball on the floor!

You know what? I am tired of your bellyaching.

I've worked really hard at making this a nice place for us to live.

I know. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, okay?

This is a great apartment.

Shut up. This place is a hole.

Oh, blimey, I still can't believe you've got an earring!

I know, I know. Who am I? David Bowie?

He does that?

- I don't know. Whatever. - Ha, ha.

Well, I think it makes you look really dangerous.

- Oh, I know. - Ha-ha-ha.

You know what?

I never would've gotten this if it weren't for you.

No, really. When I'm with you, I'm like...

...this whole other guy. I love that guy!

I mean, I love you too. A lot.

But that guy!

I love that guy!

- I love both of you. - Ah, heh.

I wish I didn't have to go.

Then don't.

Stay here. Don't go so soon to London.

- Just one more day. - Oh, Ross.

- One more day. - Please don't do this to me again.

You know I'd stay, but I've already missed so much work. They'll fire me.

So? Then you could stay as long as you want.

I wish I could.

Oh, no, don't... Don't... Don't start packing.

Come on.

I don't think you understand packing.

I don't want to leave it till the last minute.

Last time I packed in a rush, I left my knickers here.

Yeah, I know. I, uh, tried them on.

You didn't!

No, I didn't. I didn't want to be "that guy."

Hello.

Ho, ho, ho.

- Excuse me? - Your pants.

Oh, yeah! You like them?

I went to a used-clothes store and got maternity stuff.

These are so comfortable.

Uh, Pheebs, those are, uh, Santa pants.

- What? - Santa pants.

Santa Claus' pants.

Nuh-uh. They're maternity pants.

They even came with a list of baby names. See?

These names are good, and these are bad.

Oh.

- Hey! - Hey.

Hey, Pheebs.

So, how are the elves?

I don't know. How are the, uh, you know?

Your clothes aren't funny.

Hey, guys, what should I wear to a Knicks game?

Uh, a T-shirt that says, "I Don't Belong Here"?

You have tickets?

Mom got Dad's season tickets in the divorce, so she gave them to me.

Apparently, they're good seats.

Oh, my God! Those are almost on the floor!

Do you guys want these?

- Yeah! - Yeah, we do!

Well, you got them!

- All right! - Just give us our apartment back.

Whoa, I didn't see that coming.

Are you serious?

Come on. We know what these are worth.

Do you think we're stupid?

Not stupid. You're meaner than I thought.

- What do you say? - Forget it.

Okay? I'm not giving up my bachelor pad for basketball seats.

Your "bachelor pad"?

Have you even had a girl here?

No.

But Joey has, and I usually talk to them in the morning time.

Yeah, you do.

Come on!

Gunther, can I get two cups of chino, please?

Good one.

Come on. Season tickets.

Season tickets! You know what that means?

Forget it. I'm not giving up the apartment.

When I was a kid, my dad's company gave season tickets...

...to the Number 1 salesman every year. All right? My dad never won.

Of course, he wasn't in sales. But still, I never forgot that!

- Hey guys! - Hey.

Oh, my God.

We don't make enough fun of you already?

Oh, yeah. Emily convinced me to do it.

You do know that Wham broke up?

Ah! Ha, ha.

I like it. And Emily likes it. And that's what counts.

So, uh, how are you guys doing?

Don't try and talk all normal with that thing in your ear.

Where's Emily?

Ugh, she's saying goodbye to her uncle.

- Didn't she, like, just get here? - Yeah! Yeah.

Easy, tiger.

I just hate this so much.

Every time I go pick her up at the airport, it's so great.

But I'm thinking, "I'll be right back in a couple of days, dropping her off."

- So, what'll you do? - There's nothing to do.

She lives there. I live here.

She'd have to move here.

She should move here.

What?

- I can ask her to live with me. - Are you serious?

- Why not? I mean, why not? - You've only known her six weeks!

I've got a carton of milk in my fridge I've had a longer relationship with.

Look, guys, when I'm with her, it's like...

Uh, she brings out this great side of me.

I mean, I love her, you know?

And I love the milk!

But I won't ask some British girl to move in with me.

Joey, you say things now.

Look, Ross. He's right. Emily's great.

She's great!

But this is too soon. You're only gonna scare her.

- I don't wanna do that. No.

You don't want to wreck it. Don't go too fast.

No. You're right. I know, you're right.

I'm not going to do it.

- Thanks guys. - No problem.

Just remember to wake us up before you go-go.

It's too hard. Too hard!

All right, boys. Last chance for the tickets.

Otherwise, I give them to my new boyfriend, Joshua.

No, thank you.

Wait, wait. Come on, come on! Let's trade.

The timing's perfect! I just clogged the toilet!

I want those seats as much as you. But we can't live in the small apartment...

...after we've lived here! Ever read Flowers for Algernon?

Yes.

Ever read Sports Illustrated?

No, I didn't read yours!

We can go to the game tonight!

The only way I'll consider this...

...is if they offer more than just season seats.

- It's the Knicks! - Screw the Knicks.

Whoa!

I didn't mean that. I just meant...

...that the apartment is worth so much more.

Huh.

And the Knicks rule all.

Yeah, the Knicks rule all!

Hey, so? Are you going to do it?

No, we're not going to because it's not an even trade.

All right, look.

What if you could keep the apartment and the tickets?

Done!

Let me finish. I'm talking about a bet. Winner takes all.

Ooh, we could get nothing.

- Or you can end up with everything. - Oh, I like that.

What do you say?

- No! - Just do it!

Oh! Oh, I'm convinced!

Come on, man! You know I'd do it for you.

Because you're my best friend.

All right. But you can't use that again for a whole year.

I'm in.

This is so exciting! What are you going to bet?

Okay. Well, we should let Phoebe decide...