Hey well, you can't teach someone to be good with women. You know, that's why I never had any luck with Chandler. I'm right here.

Why didn't you just send me prowling round nightclubs?

It's not a big deal. I was making coffee and I ran out of milk.

Working it? You can't even talk to her. I talk with my eyes.

I think he's right. You guys hang out at the coffeehouse way too much.

It's your turn again. I'm gonna take a piss.

Now, I know what you're thinking, Chandler's not the type of guy who just goes to bars and makes out with girls.

How could you do that to me? You know I've been working it with Alex for weeks.

And you're right, Chandler's not the type of guy who just goes to bars and makes out with girls.

What if she likes the people who work there more than us? She already likes soap bubbles more than us.

Don't be like that. Come on, trust me, he's hitting on you.

Six months ago, we took you to the dermatologist for taking too many bubble baths.

All right, would you mind just not going out with him again? Okay, just the idea of you and he and all these women, it's just...

I dunno what's in there. Those are just some dried flavoring powder, not good. They now need to soak for 4 minutes.

Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.

Meanwhile, she leaves with a guy who claims he wrote Beverly Hills Chihuahua.

I mean even when I was little, I mean the girls brought their dollies to my tea party, I served the best air.

I'm sure he's just playing hard to get. It's just weird. We had such a great time last night.

What if I spill tomato soup on my shirt and have to come home to change only to find there's no water for an enzyme soak?

Wait, you like them with me. Honey, it's not the bath I enjoy, it's the wet, naked lady.