n't
be with my family because of my disease.</p>

<p><b>Monica:</b> All right, fine. Tonight's potatoes will be both mashed with lumps, and
in the form of tots.</p>

<p><b>Ross:</b> Ok, I'm off to talk to my unborn child. </p>

<p>(Ross grabs for some food, Monica slaps his hand away.)</p>

<p><b>Monica:</b> Ah!</p>

<p><b>Ross:</b> Ok, Mom never hit.</p>

<p>(Ross exits.)</p>

<p><b>Phoebe:</b> (stirring pot) Ok, all done.</p>

<p><b>Monica:</b> What, Phoebe, did you whip the potatoes? Ross needs lumps!</p