Yeah, but did they have to shoot him down?

I mean that was just mean.

Okay, right about now

the turkey should be crispy on the outside

juicy on the inside...

Why are we standing here?

We're waiting for you to open the door.

You've got the keys.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

When we left, you said, "got the keys."

No, I didn't. I asked, "got the keys■

No, no, no, you said, "got the keys."■

Either of you have the keys?■

The oven is on!

Oh, I've got to get my ticket!

Oh, wait, wait. We have a copy of your key.

Well, then get it! Get it!

Hey, hey, that tone wont make me go any faster.

- Joey. - That one will.

[instrumental music]

Nope, not that one.

Can you go any faster with that?

Hey, I got one key hole and about a zillion keys.

You do the math.

Why do you guys have so many keys in there anyway?

For an emergency just like this.

Alright, listen, smirky, if it wasn't for you

and your stupid balloon, I would be on a plane

watching a woman do this right now

but I'm not.

I swear you said you had the keys!

No, I didn't!

I wouldn't say I had the keys unless I had the keys...

And I obviously did not have the keys!

Oh, okay, alright. That's it. Enough with the keys.

- Why would I have the keys? - Oh.

Aside from the fact that you said you had them?

- But I didn't. - Well, you should have.

- 'Why?' - 'Because.'

- 'Why?' - 'Because.'

Why? Because everything is my responsibility?

Is that-isn't it enough that I'm making

Thanksgiving dinner for everyone?

You know, everyone wants a different kind of potato.

So I'm making different kinds of potatoes!

I mean, does anybody care

what kind of potatoes I■want?

No! No! No!■

You know, just as long Phoebe gets her peas and onions

and Mario gets his tots and...

It's my first Thanksgiving! and I..

It's all burned! and..

[sobbing]

Okay, Monica, only dogs can hear you now.

Look, the door's open. Here we go.

Oh, God.

- Oh. - Oh.

Well... turkey's burnt!

Potatoes are ruined. Potatoes are ruined.

Potatoes are ruined.

♪ Here we come

♪ Walkin' down the.. ♪

This doesn't smell like mom's.

No, it doesn't, does it?

But you wanted lumps, Ross?

Well, here you go, buddy. You got one!

Oh, God, this is great!

The plane is gone, so I guess I'm stuck here with you guys!

Hey, we all had better plans, okay?

This was nobody's first choice.

Oh, really?

So why was I busting my ass to make

this delicious Thanksgiving dinner?!

You call that delicious?

[indistinct chatter]

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Now, this feels like Thanksgiving.