- What have we got here?
- 20-year-old male. He's got a severed toe
on his right foot. Ow! Ow! Could you please not
do that feet first? You know where his injury is. Severed toe. You just said it. It says here the knife
went right through your shoe. Of course it did,
they're made of wicker. - Did you bring the toe?
- Oh, yes. I have it right here on ice. Don't worry, son, we'll
just reattach it and then.. What? What is it? You brought a carrot. - What?
- This isn't your toe. This is a small,
very cold piece of carrot. - You brought a carrot?
- Wha.. Oh, my God. There's a toe in my kitchen. God, I'm sorry!
I'll go back and get it! It's too late, all we
can do is sew up the wound. Without my toe? I need my toe. Oh, no, no,
I can go really fast. Dad, give me
the keys to your Porsche. Oh, I'm not falling
for that one. Wha.. That's why I lost my toe? Because I called you fat? I didn't mean to cut it off,
I mean, it was an accident. That's why, for an entire year people called me
Sir Limps-A-Lot. I'm sorry. It wasn't your whole toe. Yeah, well, I miss the tip. It's the best part. It has the nail. Chandler.. Sir Limps-A-Lot,
I came up with that. You're a dork. [sighs]
I can't believe this. Chandler,
I said I was sorry. Yeah, well,
sorry doesn't bring back the little piggy
that cried all the way home. I hate this stupid day
and everything about it. - I'll see you later.
- Oh, wait, Chandler. Come here. Is there anything I can do? Anything? Yeah, just leave me alone
for a little while. [instrumental music] [quacks] Oh, oh, I'm a duck. I go quack, quack. I'm happy all the time. [knocking on door] - Nice try.
- 'Hm.' Wait, wait, wait. Look, Monica.. This is not gonna work. I bet this will work. [laughing] You are so great, I love you. What? Nothing, I said, I said you're so great,
and then I just I just stopped talking. You said, you loved me,
I can't believe this. No, I didn't. Yes, you did. No, I didn't! - You love me.
- No, I don't! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! [screaming] [instrumental music]
