so, look, the door's open.
Here we go.</p>

<p>(They walk in. Smoke fills the apartment.)</p>

<p><b>Monica:</b> Well, the turkey's burnt. (checking pots) Potatoes are ruined, potatoes
are ruined, potatoes are ruined.</p>

<p>(Ross enters, singing.)</p>

<p><b>Ross:</b> Here we come, walkin' down the&#151;this doesn't smell like Mom's.</p>

<p><b>Monica:</b> No, it doesn't, does it? But you wanted lumps, Ross? (picks up the pan
of badly burnt potatoes) Well, here you go, buddy, ya got one.</p>

<p><b>Rachel