Oh, no. Drake, look out!

Drake, what are you getting at? I'm not Drake. That's right! He's not Drake. He's Hans Ramoray, Drake's evil twin.

Well, you couldn't get them anyway. I mean Ian doesn't plan anymore and Derrick, and Derrick, is a name I shouldn't know.

Joey, why don't you talk to Chandler about moving back?

I'm sure I'm invisible. Hi, Drax. Damn it.

What's that? Oh, it's my housewarming present for Monica and Chandler.

Monica, I feel like you should have German subtitles.

Oooh, I wish she could stay here, but Chandler is allergic.

Is your name Chandler? Yes, yes it is. Chandler Bing?

Oh, okay. All right. I love you Drake. Yeah, whatever.

"Human-y." With thousands of years of Dracula genes. Not gonna happen.

I don't want to marry Chandler. Okay. I've got cold feet. It's gonna be okay.

Well, you know, our guy works with Chandler and he's really nice and smart and he's a great dresser.

That's Trey Wagner, our confidential informant in Lemond Bishop's gang.

Mr. Flood, we must look back and smile at perils past, mustn't we?

Oh no, it is okay, I mean as long as you know that Chandler and I are also very hot and fiery.

Mr. Dellinger? I've been suspended. You have? You can't be.

My, my. Something smells good. Alfred's making tarts with an egg and cheese filling.

Any idea who her lunch buddy is? Naresh Prasad. He's a mid-level coder.

Wow, money and a firm hand. Finally a Chandler I can get on board with.