Nothing together. That's all right. Hell, I'll fly on the wing. Here we go. 22A, 6A and 6C.

All I had to do was pay $25 and wait in line for three hours.

Now, how many of you remember 1973? When gas prices were as bad as they are today, and we had to wait hours just to fill our tank.

Hi Daddy. This is where they put it? What, there is no table available in the kitchen? Hello, baby.

Oh, those long lines. What long lines? The customs line. Oh, Jay hates them when we come back from Cabo.

All right, all right. Maybe I can fit them in if I just do some rearranging. But, Rachel may actually have to sit at the bar.

Well, who you gonna hit on? The girl in front of us got strawberry. That's your favorite.

Ross, didn't you play soccer in High School? Oh no wait, that's right. You just organized their game schedules on your Commodore 64.

What's very interesting is that sometimes for national games even standing in lines for a few days and camping out and coming to all the bills and the announcement is not enough.

What happened to the Leonard Hofstadter who waited in line with me for 14 hours to see the midnight premiere of Star Trek: Nemesis?

According to the inexplicably irritable nurse behind the desk, you'll be seen after the man who claims to be having a heart attack, but appears to be well enough to play Doodle Jump on his iPhone.