Ross, I know you're pissed at me but we have to talk about this.

Uh, actually, we don't.

Fine, okay, fine, but I gotta say technically, I didn't even do anything wrong.

What? You didn't do anything wrong?

I said I didn't technically.

Well, let's put aside the fact that you accidentally picked up my grandmother's ring and you accidentally proposed to Rachel.

Can I just stop you right there for a second?

When people do this, I don't really know what that means.

You were saying?

And I can even understand that you couldn't tell Rachel but why couldn't you tell me, huh?

You had all day to, and you didn't.

I know, I should've, I'm sorry.

Not using it right, Joe.

I'm gonna go.

No, come on, look, Ross, we have to get past this.

Give me the bag.

No, no, I don't know what else to do. I said I'm sorry.

- Joey. - Now you should scream at me or curse me or hit me.

I'm not going to hit you.

Why not?

You'll feel better, I'll feel better. And you know you want to, I can see it in your eyes.

No, I don't.

- A little bit. - No.

- A little bit. - No.

A little bit more.

- Give me the bag. - No, hit me.

- Give me the bag. - Hit me.

- Joey, give me the bag. - Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me! - Joe, I'm not kidding.

You ducked!

I'm sorry, it was a reflex.

Oh, my God, this really hurts!

I couldn't help it. When a fist comes at your face, you duck.

Look.

What is the matter with you!

You were suppose to duck! Why didn't you duck?

Why don't we talk about this on the way to the hospital?

Good, good, yeah. Maybe while we're there, they can check your reflexes.

Oops.