The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Ironically, most of the boxes seem to be labeled 'Clothes.'

Aw, I'm going to miss that big old squishy butt. And we're done with the chicken fried rice.

Yeah, hey, then we could do that telephone thing... you know, where you have a can, we have a can... and it's connected by a string. Or we could do the actual telephone thing.

That is because your eye immediately goes to the big naked man.

Aah! Aah! Aah! Chandler and Monica. Chandler and Monica. Oh, my God. Oh, my eyes! My eyes!

Nothing. Oh, God, we're just so excited that you might get this apartment.

Uh-huh. Doing it, doing it, phone doing it.

I mean, I think it's great. For him. She might be able to do better.

You mean how they're friends and nothing more?

Actually, we saw them doing it up against the window.

Or we could not tell them we know and have a little fun of our own.

You know, every time they say they're doing laundry... we'll give them laundry to do.

You don't have any secrets. Oh, yeah? Well, you don't know about Hugsy, my bedtime penguin pal.

My sexuality.

Watch, learn, and don't eat my cookie.

You've been working out? Well, I try to, you know, squeeze things.

Well, actually, you're the one person I can't tell this to. And the one person I want to the most.

Oh, no. Have I said too much?

Well, my grandfather was Swedish. And my grandmother was actually a tiny little bunny.

I think Phoebe was hitting on me. What are you talking about? I'm telling you, I think Phoebe thinks I'm foxy.

I'm sorry, it's just Phoebe's just always thought you were charming... in a sexless kind of way.

Oh, well, you know, I can't hear that enough.

This bicep? Well, it's not flexed right now.

[Rachel dumps a huge bag of laundry] You don't mind, do you? That would really help me out a lot. Thanks.

A basket of mini muffins. There's a whole table of mini muffin baskets. Which one did you send? The small one.

Someone sent us a basket at work once and people went crazy over those muffins. It was the best day. Your work makes me sad.

Bye, Chandler. I miss you already.

Okay, but what about my pinchable butt and my bulging biceps?

But they don't know that we know that they know.

The messers become the messees.

Like if I wanted something from Joey... I would strike up a conversation about, say, um, sandwiches... or, uh, my underwear.

So he likes to break stuff.

Poor cat never saw that big butt coming.

Why don't you come over and I'll let you, uh, feel my bicep. Or maybe more.

They don't know that we know they know we know.

Couldn't if I wanted to.

I'm sorry, I can't help but notice that you're naked and... I applaud you. Man, I wish I was naked.

That is how God intended it.