Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!
Smelly cat, smel-ly cat, what are they feeding you?
What's not to like? Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Meat? Good.
Here come the meat sweats.
Look at me! I'm Chandler! Could I be wearing any more clothes?
I'm going to go get one of those job things.
Why don't you stop worrying about sounding smart and just be yourself?
I just shouldn't be allowed to make decisions any more.
I’m not great at the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
Hey, so what is this? Some kind of snake or something?