- Ross? - What?
Wanna play football?
Um, Monica and I
aren't supposed to play football.
Says who, your mom?
- Yeah. - Yes.
Well, every-every Thanksgiving, um..
...we used to have a touch football game
called The-The Geller Bowl.
No, no, no. You say that proudly.
Anyway, Ross and I were always captains
and, um, it got kind of competitive
and one year, Geller Bowl six
I accidentally broke Ross's nose.
It was so not an accident.
She saw I was about to tag her
so she threw her big, fat grandma-arm elbow in my face.
- Just kept running. - Yeah.
To score the winning touchdown, by the way.
Whoa, whoa. Ho, ho, ho!
Uh, you did not win the game.
The touchdown didn't count
because of the spectacularly illegal..
Oh, and by the way, savage nose breaking.
- I won the game. - 'Oh, yeah?'
Then how come you didn't get the Geller Cup?
[clears throat] There was a Geller Cup?
Yes, it was the trophy you got if you won the game
but our dad said nobody won that game
and he was sick of our fighting
so he took the trophy..
...threw it in the lake.
And was the curse lifted?
Anyway..
...that's when mom said we were not allowed
to play football again.
You know what?
I think we should play a game.
I mean, come on, it's been 12 years.
Can I see you for a second?
[whispering]
Wuss!
Alright, we're gonna play.
Well, wait a minute though, how we gonna get there?
Because my mom won't let me cross the street.