Monica: Chandler. I'm unemployed and in dire need of a project. Wanna work out? I can remake you.
Chandler: Oh, you know I would, but that might get in the way of my lying around time.
Monica: Please?
Everyone: Come on, let her do it!
Chandler: All right. But if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, I'm going home.
Phoebe: Your boobs are fine. Look, I never should have said anything. Come here. Come here. (Hugs Chandler, but pretends her hands can't reach all the way around him) Oh, can't make... hands... meet...