Hey, you guys, I'm gonna go out and take a walk.

Phoebe, why, why is your bag moving?

- Oh. It's not. - Seriously. It's moving.

What the hell's in there?

It's just my knitting, that's all. Ooh.

Yes, I knit this.

I'm very good.

[instrumental music]

You know, Ross's apartment is nice.

How come we don't hang out here more often?

I don't know. Maybe because it smells so weird.

It's like old pumpkins or something.

Hmm. That's my pie.

Which smells delicious.

- Uh-oh. Uh-oh. - What?

We left Joey alone with the food.

Yep! Yep! I knew it.

There he is...feeding stuffing to a dog!

[telephone ringing]

Hi, Geller-Bing residence. How can I help?

Phoebe, why is there a dog in our apartment?

I'm sorry. Who's this?

Phoebe, there's a dog sitting on my couch.

Tell her I am allergic, and I will sue.

- No, there's no dog here. - Yes, there is.

H-he's black and white, and shaggy

'and he's sitting next to Rachel and licking Rachel's hand.'

Oh, my God, where are you?

I'll be right there.

[knocking on door]

[gasping] They're here already?

How are they doing this?

Hi, Tag. What are you doing here?

I, uh, wanted to see if your offer

to spend Thanksgiving with you was still good.

Well, sure. Come on in.

Well, what-what happened to your girlfriend?

We, uh, kind of broke up this morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.