Look at it!
Oh. Wallpaper's a little faded.
That's okay. Carpet's a little loose.
Hardwood floors!
- Hey. - Hello.
[gasps] Oh, Monica!
It's so beautiful!
I know!
- So I'm here, ready to play. - Okay.
I brought a bunch of stuff for the house.
So check it out. Ha-ha.
What's this?
That's a dog. Every house should have a dog.
Not one that can pee on the roof.
Well, maybe it's so big
because the house was built on radioactive waste.
And is this in case the house sneezes?
No, no. That's the ghost for the attic.
I don't want a ghost.
Well, nobody wants a ghost.
But you've got one.
Because the house
is sitting on an ancient Indian burial ground.
Wait a minute, the house was built on radioactive waste
and an ancient Indian burial ground?
That would never happen.
Okay, obviously, you don't know much
about the US Government.
- Hey! - 'Hey.'
I need to talk to you!
Sure. What's up?
Oh, sorry. I meant Chandler.
[chuckles] I-I know.
Well, if something comes up..
Well, I'm glad you guys have passed
that little awkward phase.
Okay, my boss, Joanna..
...when you left
she started asking questions about you--
Oh, oh, liked what she saw, huh?
Dug my action, did she?
Checkin' out the chan-chan man.
That was...surreal.
Okay, what do you think? You interested at all?
Yeah, she seemed cool, attractive.
- I'll do it. - Oh, thank you, Chandler!
This is so great! She's gonna love me. Oh.
Hey, dinosaur attack. Quick, everybody into the house!
[screaming]
[imitating dinosaur]
Alright, Phoebe, you know what? T-t-that's it.
That's it. Right?
No dinosaurs, no ghosts
no giant dogs, okay?
They're not the right size, they're not Victorian
and-and they just don't go.
Okay. Fine.
Come, dinosaur, we're not welcome
in the house of no imagination.
Uh, Pheebs, while we're hovering around the subject
I just have to say that dinosaurs
they-they don't go "ruff."
The little ones do.