Thunder being stolen.

It's like musical chairs. The music stopped and they were the last two left standing.

Monica, I don't want to steal your stupid thunder.

See yeah, you kinda stole my thunder.

And the place upstairs is gonna be a rental gold mine.

Good. But you don't look like you were mugged.

Okay. Ho-ho. We did not steal your thunder, because we are not getting back together.

You come over here, take our food and now you insult me?

I had hoped to one day be blessed with a flock of little Roberts to call my own.

Well, let's just say it's not the first time you've stolen my thunder. What? Hey, here's a thought.

And we all read the paper together. You know? Maybe fight over the science section.

So the cartel swooped in to knock off the cash, only to realize later they're left holding the wrong bag.

What's going on? Hi. Nothing. This horrible woman just took my machine.

We're gonna have a daylong pool vacation. I'm gonna snag us not one, not two, but five pool chairs. Five? I'm gonna snag us five pool chairs.

I swear, I never wanted any part of your night. No one was supposed to see us kissing.

No! This is what you get for stealing planets and abducting people.

You want a candidate with a family. We are after the woman's vote.

Hey, I buzzed in. And I answered. It's called teamwork.

Which makes me look like some kind of prima donna who insists on getting credit for something he didn't do!

Hey. Hey. You'll never guess what just happened. Phoebe and I got mugged!