- What am I sitting on?
- Top of the world?
Dock of the bay?
I'm out.
- Oh ew undies, oh!
- All right, whose are they?
Whose are they?
- Not mine.
- Joey's, they got to be Joey's.
- Yeah, they're mine.
- See Joey's, they're Jo-jo-jo-Joey's.
- Why are they here?
- I don't know.
I'm Joey.
Yeah, I'm disgusting.
I take my underwear off in other people's homes.
- Well, get 'em out of here.
What's wrong with you?
- Yeah.
- Take 'em.
(Joey groans)
Joey, you can touch them.
They're your underwear.
- Chandler, a word?
- Yeah.
- That's it, I'm tired of covering for you two.
This has got to stop, agh!
And tighty whities, what are you eight?
- Thank you, Joey.
Thank you so much.
- Hey no, you're not welcome, okay?
Look, I hate this.
You guys keep embarrassing me.
Yesterday, Rachel found your razor in our bathroom.
I didn't know what to say
so I said it was mine
and then I was playing a woman in a play.
And well one thing led to another and...
- Wow and around the ankles.
You know that is a tough spot.
- Yeah, it was.
All right listen-
- All this lying has been hard on us too.
- Oh yeah, I bet all the sex makes it easier.
- Well yeah actually.
- We'll try to be more careful, okay?
It's just that we don't want everyone to know
because this is going really well.
And maybe the reason it's going really well
is because it's a secret.
- I know it sounds really weird,
but we're just both so bad at relationships.
- We are, help us.
- Help us.
- All right but you do it with me once.
- Joey.
- Didn't think so.