


Joey: Man, we gotta do something about that guy. This morning, I caught him looking into our apartment. It creeps me out! I feel like I can’t do stuff!
Monica: What kinda, “stuff?”
Joey: Will you grow up? I’m not talking about sexy stuff; but, like, when I’m cooking naked.
Phoebe: You cook naked?
Joey: Yeah. Toast, oatmeal… nothing that spatters.