(audience laughing)
- Joey doesn't share food!
(audience laughing)
(cheerful instrumental music) (friends moaning)
- Rach, you're killing us here.
Will you serve the dessert already?
There's drunken dancers a-waiting.
(audience laughing)
- Look at it. Isn't it beautiful?
- Yeah, yeah. What is it?
- It's a trifle.
It's got all of these layers.
First there's a layer of lady fingers, then a layer of jam,
then custard, which I made from scratch,
(audience laughing)
then raspberries, more lady fingers,
then beef sauteed with peas and onions,
(audience laughing)
more custard, and then bananas.
And then I just put some whipped cream on top.
(audience laughing)
- What, what was the one right before bananas?
(audience laughing)
- The beef.
Yeah, that was weird to me too,
but then, you know, I thought,
well, there's minced meat pie.
I mean, that's an English dessert.
These people just put very strange things in their food,
you know? (audience laughing)
Oh, by the way, can I borrow some rum from your place?
- Yeah, sure. Yeah.
- Okay, and while I'm gone don't you boys sneak a taste.
- Okay. - Okay.
(audience laughing)
- Joey, what's going on?
- What?
(Phoebe gasping) (audience laughing)
- Oh my God!
- I know.
It's stuck!
(audience laughing)
- Step.
How did it get on?
- Well, I put it on to scare Chandler.
(audience laughing)
- Oh my God!
Monica's gonna totally freak out.
- Well then help me get it off.
Plus, it smells really bad in here.
(audience laughing)
- Of course it smells really bad,
you have your head up a dead animal.
(audience laughing)
Ooh, ooh, Monica.
(turkey slamming) (audience laughing)
- Hey. - Hey.
(audience laughing)
Hey, did you get the turkey bast...
Oh my God! Oh my God!
(audience laughing)
Who is that?
- It's Joey.
(audience laughing)
- What, what are you doing?
Is supposed to be funny?
- No, it's not supposed to be funny.
It's supposed to be scary.
(audience laughing)
- Get that off now.
- I can't. It's stuck.
- Well, I don't care.
That turkey has to feed 20 people at my parents' house
and they're not gonna eat it off your head.
(audience laughing)
- Hold on, okay?
Let's just all think.
(audience laughing)
- Hi. - Hey.
You have got to try this cheesecake.
- Oh, you know, I'm not that much of a sweet tooth. (moans)
Oh my God, it's so creamy.
- Oh. (audience laughing)
- Oh my God, that is the best cheesecake I've ever had.
Where did you get this?
- It was at the front door when I got home.
Somebody sent it to us.
(audience laughing)
- Chandler, this is not addressed to you.
This is addressed to Mrs. Braverman downstairs.
(gasps) Thief.
(audience laughing)
- No, I didn't read the box before I opened it,
and you can't return a box after you've opened the box.
- Why, why not?
- Because it's too delicious.
(audience laughing)
- Chandler, you stole this cheesecake.
That is wrong.
- No, no, no, it is going to be okay
because Mrs. Braverman is gonna send away for a free one.
And that way we all win.
The only losers are the big cheesecake conglomerate
Mama's Little Bakery.
(audience laughing)
I feel terrible.
I'm a horrible, horrible, horrible person.
- Well, I'm sorry, what?
(audience laughing)
- Hey, who wants pizza?
- I do, I do, I do.
- Oh, great.
Can you believe I found it on the second floor?
(audience laughing)
(officer knocking)
- Who is it?
- NYPD.
- Oh my God. - Oh my God.
- Uh, just a minute officer!
(audience laughing)
- Here's batch 22.
Ah, maybe these will tastes like your grandmother's.
This has a little bit of orange peel, but no nutmeg.
- Let's give it a shot.
- I've not made this many cookies
since I was in the ninth grade.
- Oh, what was that for, like a bake sale?
- No, just a Friday night.
(audience laughing)
- Mm, these are pretty good.
- Yeah, but not as good as batch 17.
- Which one was that?
- The ones that we had right after you almost threw up.
(audience laughing)
- Oh yeah, batch 17 was good.
I did not like batch 16.
(audience laughing)
I'm okay.
(audience laughing)
- Are there any more from the good batch?
'Cause we could just work off of those.
- Yeah. Well, yeah.
I think there's one from batch 17 left.
(paper crinkles)
It's batch 16. 16, people.
Get out of the way!
(audience laughing)
- Uh, I'm gonna go get some chicken. You want some?
- Uh, no, thanks. No chicken.
Bye bye then.
(audience laughing) - Okay.
You sure? Some extra crispy, dirty rice, beans?
- For the last time, no, get out!
Get out, Joey!
- All right. (audience laughing)
(water burbling) (Monica gasping)
- Are you okay? I'm so sorry.
He wouldn't leave.
He kept asking me if I wanted chicken.
(audience chuckling)
- Chicken?
(audience laughing)
I could eat some chicken.
(audience laughing)
- Hey Joe!
(water burbling) (audience laughing)
- Yeah, could I get the a three piece, some coleslaw,
and some beans and a Coke?
Ah ah! Diet Coke.
(audience laughing)
- You see, my, my sister makes
these amazing turkey sandwiches.
Her secret is she puts an extra slice
of gravy-soaked bread in the middle.
I call it the moist maker.
- What's wrong, buddy?
- Someone at work ate my sandwich.
(audience laughing)
- Well, what did the police say?
(audience laughing)
- My Thanksgiving leftover sandwich.
I can't believe someone just ate it.
- Ross, it's just a sandwich.
- Just a sandwich.
Look, I am 30 years old, okay?
I'm gonna be divorced twice and I just got evicted.
That sandwich was the only good thing going on in my life.
Someone ate the only good thing going on in my life.
(audience laughing)
You threw my sandwich away.
My sandwich! My sandwich!
(audience laughing)
(Joey sighing)
(audience laughing)
- You are my Everest.
(audience laughing)
- Joey, you don't have to finish that.
- Oh yes, I do. Otherwise, what's next?
You know, today I'm just a guy who can't finish a turkey,
but tomorrow I'm the guy who eats half a PowerBar,
wraps up the rest and puts it in the fridge.
No. No. (audience laughing)
I just, I just, I just gotta change my pants.
What was I thinking?
Jeans have no give.
(audience laughing)
(door slamming)
All right, where's that turkey?
(audience laughing) (door slamming)
(audience cheering)
- Joey, those are my maternity pants.
- No, no. These are my Thanksgiving pants.
(audience laughing)