- 'Marcel?' - 'Marcel?'
Marcel?
(both) Marcel?
- Oh, my God! - What?
Something just brushed up against my right leg.
- What is it? - Oh.
Oh, it's okay. It was just my left leg.
[screeching]
- 'Look, Phoebe!' - Oh, yeah. Oh, Marcel.
Come here. Oh, come here, Marcel.
Step aside, ladies.
Oh, what are you gonna do?
Just a small tranquilizer.
[dramatic music]
(Monica) 'Run, Marcel! Run!'
- Run, Marcel! - Damn!
- Are you okay? - Uh, yeah, I think so.
I just..
Oh.
Huh..
- Whoa. -Oh.
Oh, gosh.
[screeching]
- 'Marcel?' - 'Marcel?'
Marcel? This is ridiculous!
We've been all over the neighborhood.
He's gone. He's-he's just gone!
- Ross, you don't know that. - Oh, come on.
It's cold. It's dark. He doesn't know the village!
Oh..
And now I have a broken foot. Oh, my.
I have no monkey and a broken foot.
- Thank you very much. - Ross, you know?
I've said I'm sorry like a million times.
What do you want me to do? Huh? What do you wanna..
You want to break my foot? Is that it? Okay, here.
I'm gonna break my foot. Right now, there.
Ow! Oh! Oh, God!
Oh, my God. There, are you happy now?
Yeah, yeah, you know, now that you kicked the sign
hey! What? I don't miss Marcel anymore.
You know, it is not like I did this on purpose.
No, no, no, this is just vintage Rachel.
I mean, things just sort of happen around you.
I mean, you're off in Rachel Land
doing your Rachel thing
totally oblivious to people's monkeys
or to people's feelings and..
- Ross? - I don't even wanna hear it.
- No, you're always-- - Ross..
- Oh, forget it, okay? - Ross!
What? What? What?
- Hey! - Hey! Banana man! Wait..
[instrumental music]
[knocking on door]
Oh, this is so intense.
One side of my butt is totally asleep
and the other side has no idea.
Hi. Did you order some bananas?
- What about it? - Give me my monkey back!
I don't have a monkey.
Then what's with all the bananas?
Potassium.
[Marcel chattering]
Marcel? Marcel?
Okay, where is he? Where is he?
Marcel? Marcel?
[all gasp]
Marcel!
- What have you done to him? - That's my monkey.
That's Patty. Patty the monkey.
Are you insane?
Come here, Marcel, come on.
Come here, Patty.
Come here, Marcel.
Come here, Patty.
(Luisa) Here, monkey! Here, monkey!
'Here, monkey!'
Gotcha!
- Okay, give me my monkey back! - That's my monkey.
You're both gonna have to take this up with the judge..
That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine.
You can send it back whenever.
- Alright, I want my monkey. - No!
- Oh, come on, Luisa. - Sorry, prom queen.
You had to be a bitch in high school.
You couldn't have been fat?
Alright, look, okay
in high school, I was the prom queen
and I was the homecoming queen and the class president
and you...were also there.
Look, if you take this monkey
I will lose one of the most
important people in my life.
You can hate me if you want
but please do not punish him.
Come on, Luisa, you have a chance
to be the bigger person here.
Take it!
[inhales deeply]
[exhales heavily]
No.
Alright.
Well, then how about I call your supervisor
and I tell her that you shot my friend
in the ass with a dart?