Oh, my God. I'm going out with Eric.
Ooh, this day is really gonna be so much better
than I thought it was going to be.
Oh, Ross, I can't make lunch.
So, apparently I'm available for lunch.
I can't. I'm busy. I'm apartment hunting.
You're moving?
Yeah, I can't live with Joey once the baby comes.
I don't want my child's first words to be, "How you doin'?"
So, does-does Joey know you're moving?
Well, I haven't discussed it with him yet
but I know, he's gonna be relieved.
Last week, he brought this girl over
and I started talking to her about morning sickness
and then I showed her pictures from my pregnancy book.
That's not really porn.
Not so much.
Hey, you know what, if you're looking for a place
I just heard in the elevator this morning
that a woman in my building died.
Oh, my God.
Was she old?
Does she have a view?
Well, I don't know, but how-how great would that be, huh?
You living in my building.
I could help take care of the baby.
I can come over whenever I want.
With your permission.
Yeah, that would really be great.
Yeah.
Well, can we see it?
Oh, maybe we shouldn't.
I mean if she just died this morning, out of respect.
Yeah. No.
No, you're right.
- Shall we? - Yeah.
- Yes. - Hi. I'm Ross Geller.
I live in the building.
And I'm Rachel
an admirer of the building.
I-I heard about Mrs. Verhoeven passing away
and I'm so sorry for your loss.
She didn't pass away.
What?
My mother's still alive.
Oh, thank God.
It looked like we were gonna lose her this morning
but she's a tough old bird.
- Ah. - Ah.
Are you close with her?
[chuckling] Of course.
Uh, yeah, she and I would talk all the time
in-in the laundry room.
You speak Dutch?
[speaking in Dutch]
You know, I would, but it's just too painful.
So, she's really not dead.
No, she's hanging in there.
Hmm.
Do you think, could you tell me if she's hanging in
in a, in a one bedroom or a two?
Mrs. Bing, this tile cleaner is incredible.
Where'd you get it?
Oh, well, umm..
I make it myself!
It's two parts ammonia and one part lemon juice.
And now the secret ingredient is..
You know what? We just met.
Okay.
Uh, I'm gonna go get the clothes from the laundry room now.
And, when I come back I'll clean behind the refrigerator.
[chuckling] I love her.
I'll be back in a minute.
Okay.
See, I told ya'.
She stole my jeans!
What?
I have been looking for them all week and she is wearing them.
So, she stole your pants and then she came back
and wore them in front of you?
Don't you see? It's the perfect crime!
She must've been planning this for years!
I will prove it to you! Okay?
About a week ago, I was wearing those jeans
and I dropped a pen on my lap
and it left an ink stain on the crotch.
Now, when she comes back
I will find it and show you that stain!
Honey, isn't it possible that the company that sold the jeans
made more than just the one pair?
I guess.
So, shouldn't we go give her the benefit of the doubt
before we go..
...snooping around her crotch?
Fine.
I'm just glad I didn't give her my secret ingredient.
[laughing] Out of curiosity, what is your secret ingredient?
[chuckling] Yeah.
Look, I like you, but it shouldn't be this hard.