And yet he seems to still be spending most of his time in NYC.
Can’t we just stay here forever? I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you. Except leave my kids behind. But you can have an arm and a leg.
Monica’s making him insecure by saying there’s someone at work who’s the funniest person she’s ever met. HELLO. Chandler’s right there! And I think he might be the funniest person I’ve ever met. I can think of few who made me laugh so much growing up.
Now, deriving all his worth from it, he’s TRYING to be funny. And there’s nothing worse than someone trying to be funny. Just ask my wife.
And yet, he’s being funny pretending to be a guy trying too hard to be funny. The man’s a genius. Sorry, was. Was a genius.
But here he still is, in NYC.
Can’t we stay here forever?
“The One With Bargaining”
Paul Rudd and Phoebe are getting closer. So cute. It’s nice she doesn’t seem bothered he’s divorced. But then, he is Paul Rudd…
I would say he’s a little young to be divorced. But I am Friends with Ross… I guess it’s a thing that happens now.
Though not quite a divorce, my wife’s brother has recently separated from his partner after twelve years. It is, of course, very sad. But he regularly goes on about how much money he earns; so at least now I have a solid chance to beat him at something! One more year, baby…
But who should come waltzing back into my life other than David the Science Guy! Sorry, wife, he’s the love of my life. I’m out of here. Aside from anything we share the same hair and glasses. It must be fate.
I thought it’s been ages since we saw him, but turns out he was in town two years ago. So… less presumptive to try and start things up again with Phoebe than I first thought. As we all remember, when they last saw each other she realised she was in love with him. But, OH NO, she’s with Paul Rudd now! (I guess I’ll have him all to myself.)
Talk about bad timing.
Monica, taking a break from pretending to find Chandler hilarious, comforts a torn Phoebe:
“Isn’t it ironic he came on the same day you exchanged keys?”
Err… no? It isn’t Ironic, Alanis. Shouldn’t you be cooking or something with your new funny boy?
Phoebe meets with David, and comes clean about Paul Rudd. And we get another heartrending sofa scene. As they come clean and look for loopholes with their goodbye kiss. Somewhat inevitably, given she’s just given him A KEY, Paul Rudd catches them at it! But she re-affirms her dedication to Ruddles and David avoids a, potentially, very nasty cat-fight with Ant-man.
It must have been difficult choice. But also, not… once the blinkers fade. It all comes down to Location, Location, Location. Ultimately it’s good she’s sticking with Paul Rudd I guess?
Still, I do wonder if she’s quietly devastated.
Chandler, Paul Rudd, and Ross are all having their fragile masculinity threatened in different ways.
After struggling to find a nanny who doesn’t take drugs. (A struggle familiar to any parent with a younger sibling…) Rachel and Ross opt for a male nanny.
Ross has a problem with this for both sexist, and homophobic reasons. Jeez. You think you know a guy…
If you ask me he should be grateful they’ve got a nanny. We struggle for evening childcare, as my wife has ruled out childcare from anyone we’re not related to. For… reasons? I’m not sure I agree. Seems to me someone with a financial incentive might treat our kids a little kinder than someone doing it out of a sense of duty and obligation.
I’m surprised they haven’t asked Joey. I mean, they better not ask me. I’m far too busy with my own kids. (OK, maybe you CAN take them if it means keeping Chandler…) But Joey is right there! To be fair, he does seem particularly dumb this week. Even paying the Manny for some one on one tutoring! I suppose they should be grateful the nanny IS a man with Joey acting like that.
Ross is being REALLY rude to the guy. And they end up firing him for no real reason other than Ross’s sexism. So weird. At least before he left the Manny got Ross to open up a little. And I’m pretty sure Joey can now count to five!
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Santa came to town! A little early… but apparently he likes to scope out all the houses. Like some sort of wet bandit.
We took the kids out. But were maybe a little too keen, and ended up waiting in the cold for quarter of an hour. Eventually to keep the eldest happy I decided to let her put her helmet on and have a little go on her bike in the dark. Which (it turns out) she found a lot more engaging than meeting Santa.
When he finally showed up we were all excited! (Mostly at the prospect of finally being able to go back indoors).
We ecstatically turned to our child:
“Look there he is! Do you want a photo with Santa?!”
And she nonchalantly replied:
“No I want to ride my bike”
And cycled off.
Better luck next year, Santa.