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"What kind of profit is that? And you call yourself an accountant?"
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"Wow, that ripped. That ripped real nice." Chandler came out of his room, but the gigantic entertainment center tore through his blazer.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You turn and slide." Joey stood up and showed him. "You know? Turn and slide." He repeated.
"You don't turn and slide. You throw it out." Chandler shot back. "I'm tired of having to get a tetanus shot every time I get dressed." He whined.
"Well, we're not throwing out. I built this with my own hands." He went over to it.
"Guys, guys, stop the arguing." I groaned. "Why don't you two just sell it?" I suggested.
"Alright." Joey agreed, and Chandler nodded his head. But you're going to have to tell them." He opened up one of the doors, revealing the duck and the chick in their own little room. Joey had even set up a bunch of Christmas lights and a drawing of a barn for them.
"Do you mind if we stick you in a different cabinet?" Chandler asked them. "They seem alright with it." He replied.
"Now that we've got that covered..." I gently grabbed Joey's hand and pulled him into his room, using the turn and slide method to get in. "Let's have some fun ourselves." I ran my hands through his hair and kissed him. Later that night, we heard to Central Perk.
"Dumb drunken bitch!" Phoebe finished her song quite aggressively. A lot of people clapped awkwardly. "Thank you. Thanks." She set down her guitar and came over to us.
"Here's a question. Where'd you guys get 'the finest oak east of the Mississippi'?" Ross read the guys' ad in the newspaper about the entertainment center.
"Uh–huh. First, you tell us where you got the prettiest lace in all the land." Chandler smiled sarcastically.
"I'm reading your ad." Ross handed him the paper.
"Looks good, huh?" Joey nodded his head proudly.
"'Stunning entertainment center, fine...fine Italian craftsmanship'." Chandler strangely looked over at Joey, who pointed at himself.
"Oh my God. You guys are selling the entertainment center?" Phoebe leaned against the couch.
"Why? I love that thing." Rachel pouted a little.
"You want it?" Chandler asked her.
"Eww! No." Phoebe and Rachel shook their heads in discuss.
"Uh, Gepetto? $5,000? Are you insane?" Chandler turned to his roommate.
"Hey, the ad alone cost three hundred buck." Joey argued.
"Alright, look, I'm changing it to $50 or your best offer." Chandler sighed.
