Joey tells Phoebe about a date with a girl named Sarah. Problems arise when Sarah takes food off of Joey's plate.
[n] - noun, [phv] - phrasal verb, [exp] - expression
Phoebe: Oh, my friend Sarah had a great time last night.
Phoebe: Yeah! So you're gonna call this one back?
Phoebe: What are you talking about? Sarah's great!
Joey: Oh, really? You know what your great friend did? We're out to dinner, ok?
Joey: We're getting along, having a really nice time.
Joey: I was thinking she was really cool. And then, out of nowhere...
Phoebe: That's it? That's why you won't go out with her again? So, she took some fries, big deal!
Joey: Hey, hey, look! It's not about a few fries... it's about what the fries represent.
Joey: ALL FOOD!
Phoebe: I'm sorry, I can't believe I set you up with such a MONSTER!
Joey: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Look. I take a girl out, she can order whatever she wants! The more, the better! All right?
Joey: Just don't order a Garden salad and then eat my food! That's a good way to lose some fingers!
Waiter: A garden salad for the lady.
Joey: Oh, that looks great! Good ordering!
Waiter: Seafood platter for the gentleman and extra fries. Enjoy!
Sarah: Mmmm, those fries look delicious.
Joey: Oh, I didn't know you liked French fries. Help yourself! What's mine is yours.
Sarah: Oh wow, are those stuffed clams?
Joey: Uuuh... yes, they are my stuffed clams. How about those fries though, huh?
Sarah: They are delicious.
Joey: You are beautiful, you know that?
Sarah: Oh, that is so sweet.
Joey: NOW look what you did!!
Sarah: What? What is the matter with you?
Joey: I don't like it when people take food off of my plate, okay?
Sarah: But you just said "What's mine is yours!"
Joey: Well. I didn’t mean it!
Sarah: Fine, I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that big a deal.
Joey: I'm sorry, I'm overreacting. Okay, it’s just when it comes to food, I have certain rules, okay, I mean... there are things you do... and you now, things... that you don't do.
Joey: I really am sorry about, you know... before. I just want to make sure you know that I really do like you.
Sarah: Sure. Just not as much as clams.
Joey: Well, stuffed clams.
Waiter: Chocolate torte for the lady, cheesecake for the gentleman.
Joey: Uh, excuse me sir, there seems to be some sort of red crap on my cheesecake.
Waiter: Yes, that's raspberry coulee.
Joey: So stupid, ordering cheesecake, trying to be healthy.
Sarah: Oh my God!
Joey: Oh, all right, I'll just have what she's having instead.
Waiter: Oh, I'm sorry sir. That was our last piece.
Sarah: Mmmm! Mmm!
Sarah: Oh, no! This is work. I should call in. Can you excuse me?
Joey: Oh yeah, sure. No problem.
Sarah: What are you doing? I thought you don't share food.
Joey: Sure I do. Coulee?
Sarah: No. If I can't have your clams, you can't have my dessert. This is a two-way street.
Sarah: Really! Now this all better be here when I come back.
Joey: Yeah, of course. I can control myself.
Joey: Stop staring at me! Why, just a tiny little... Oh-oh!
Joey: I'm not even sorry.