with this whole "getting married never gonna sleep with anyone

for the rest of life" thing.

I'm telling ya, this is great.

Hey.

Hi.

Who wants French toast?

Oh, I'll have some.

Me, too.

Eggs and milk in the fridge. Thanks.

Ow!

Oh, what's the matter, honey?

My hand feels weird.

I guess it's because I'm engaged!

How long before

that starts getting annoying?

Starts?

So, let's actually get started on the wedding plans.

Okay.

Already?

Yeah, we got a lot to do.

We got to think about flowers, the caterers, the music.

Oh, I got thoughts on the music.

Oh, Chandler, too many cooks.

Take it from me. As the groom,

all you have to do is show up and try to say the right name.

Okay.

What in God's name is that?

Oh, my God. The wedding book?

I haven't seen that since the fourth grade.

MONICA: This baby has got everything.

Take, you know, locations, for instance:

first organized alphabetically, then geographically

then by square footage.

That is so smart.

( softly ): Break it off.

( coughs ): Break it off now.

Oh, my... Look, here's the invitation you used

to your wedding to John Linch in the fifth grade.

Remember I got sick, and Ross had to fill in as a bridesmaid.

I was a bridesboy!

I don't smell French toast, bridesboy.