Monica: Whose little ball of paper is this?!!
Chandler: Oh, it’s mine. I wrote a note to myself, and then I realized I didn’t need, so I balled it up…
[notices Monica’s angry glare]
Chandler: And now I wish I was dead.
Chandler: Oh, it’s mine. I wrote a note to myself, and then I realized I didn’t need, so I balled it up…
[notices Monica’s angry glare]
Chandler: And now I wish I was dead.