- Rach, you're killing us here.

Will you serve the dessert already?

There's drunken dancers a-waiting.

- Look at it. Isn't it beautiful?

- Yeah, yeah. What is it?

- It's a trifle.

It's got all of these layers.

First there's a layer of lady fingers, then a layer of jam,

then custard, which I made from scratch,

then raspberries, more lady fingers,

then beef sauteed with peas and onions, more custard, and then bananas.

And then I just put some whipped cream on top.

- What, what was the one right before bananas?

- The beef.

Yeah, that was weird to me too, but then, you know, I thought, well, there's minced meat pie.

I mean, that's an English dessert.

These people just put very strange things in their food, you know?

Oh, by the way, can I borrow some rum from your place?

- Yeah, sure. Yeah. - Okay

- And while I'm gone, don't you boys sneak a taste.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Joey? what's going on?

- What?

- Oh my God!

- I know. It's stuck!

- Step.

How did it get on?

- Well, I put it on to scare Chandler.

- Oh my God!

Monica's gonna totally freak out.

- Well, then help me get it off.

Plus, it smells really bad in here.

- Of course it smells really bad, you have your head up a dead animal.

Ooh, ooh, Monica.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey, did you get the turkey bast...

Oh my God! Oh my God!

Who is that?

- It's Joey.

- What? What are you doing?

Is this supposed to be funny?

- No, it's not supposed to be funny.

It's supposed to be scary.

- Get that off now.

- I can't. It's stuck.

- Well, I don't care.

That turkey has to feed 20 people at my parents' house and they're not gonna eat it off your head.

- Hold on, okay?

Let's just all think.

- Hi. - Hey.

You have got to try this cheesecake.

- Oh, you know, I'm not that much of a sweet tooth.

- Oh my God, it's so creamy. - Oh.

- Oh my God, that is the best cheesecake I've ever had.

Where did you get this?

- It was at the front door when I got home. Somebody sent it to us.

- Chandler, this is not addressed to you.

This is addressed to Mrs. Braverman downstairs.

Thief.

- No, I didn't read the box before I opened it, and you can't return a box after you've opened the box.

- Why, why not?

- Because it's too delicious.

- Chandler, you stole this cheesecake. That is wrong.

- No, no, no, it is going to be okay because Mrs. Braverman is gonna send away for a free one.

And that way we all win.

The only losers are the big cheesecake conglomerate Mama's Little Bakery.

I feel terrible.

I'm a horrible, horrible, horrible person.

- Well, I'm sorry, what?

- Hey, who wants pizza?

- I do, I do, I do. - Oh, yes.

- Oh, great. Can you believe I found it on the second floor?

- Who is it?

- NYPD.

- Oh my God. - Oh my God.

- Uh, just a minute officer!

- Here's batch 22.

Ah, maybe these will tastes like your grandmother's.

This has a little bit of orange peel, but no nutmeg.

- Let's give it a shot.

- I've not made this many cookies since I was in the ninth grade.

- Oh, what was that for, like a bake sale?

- No, just a Friday night.

- Mm, these are pretty good.

- Yeah, but not as good as batch 17.

- Which one was that?

- The ones that we had right after you almost threw up.

- Oh yeah, batch 17 was good.

I did not like batch 16.

I'm okay.

- Are there any more from the good batch?

'Cause we could just work off of those.

- Yeah. Well, yeah. I think there's one from batch 17 left.

It's batch 16. 16, people. Get out of the way!

- Uh, I'm gonna go get some chicken. You want some?

- Uh, no, thanks. No chicken. Bye bye then.

- Okay.

You sure? Some extra crispy, dirty rice, beans?

- For the last time, no, get out! Get out, Joey!

- All right.

- Are you okay? I'm so sorry.

He wouldn't leave. He kept asking me if I wanted chicken.

- Chicken?

I could eat some chicken.

- Hey, Joe!

- Yeah, could I get the a three piece, some coleslaw, and some beans and a Coke?

Ah ah! Diet Coke.

- You see, my, my sister makes these amazing turkey sandwiches.

Her secret is she puts an extra slice of gravy-soaked bread in the middle.

I call it the moist maker.

- What's wrong, buddy?

- Someone at work ate my sandwich.

- Well, what did the police say?

- My Thanksgiving leftover sandwich.

I can't believe someone just ate it.

- Ross, it's just a sandwich.

- Just a sandwich?

Look, I am 30 years old, okay?

I'm gonna be divorced twice and I just got evicted.

That sandwich was the only good thing going on in my life.

Someone ate the only good thing going on in my life.

You threw my sandwich away.

My sandwich! My sandwich!

- You are my Everest.

- Joey, you don't have to finish that.

- Oh yes, I do. Otherwise, what's next?

You know, today I'm just a guy who can't finish a turkey,

but tomorrow I'm the guy who eats half a PowerBar, wraps up the rest and puts it in the fridge.

No. No. I just, I just, I just gotta change my pants.

What was I thinking? Jeans have no give.

All right, where's that turkey?

- Joey, those are my maternity pants.

- No, no. These are my Thanksgiving pants.