The next morning, Phoebe woke up with immediate nausea, so Janice and Chandler had to get her a bucket and hurriedly feed her some crackers. The remedy didn't work this time, though, and the bucket was quickly filling up, so they helped her to the bathroom and held back her hair as she kept vomiting into the toilet bowl.
Chandler was in the kitchen boiling water when the phone rang. "Hello."
It was Joey. "Hey! So you are awake. I was using the baby monitor again, but nobody answered."
Chandler blushed as he suddenly remembered that he had a new, detailed dream about Joey last night. There had been kissing and groping, not to mention nakedness. Oh God. They didn't say they loved each other, did they?
"Chandler?" Joey wondered why his friend had gone so silent.
Trying to push his panic aside, Chandler stammered and tried to think, "Oh, uh, we, we weren't in the bedroom anymore, Joe. We're, uh, we're making breakfast."
"Oh, you are? Are you making pancakes? Can we come over?"
"Uh, um, not right now, Joe. We're--we're not dressed yet."
Now Joey sounded uncomfortable. "You're cooking naked?"
Chandler floundered. "Uh, sure. You do it, don't you, and we wanted to try it too." He gulped and found himself picturing Joey cooking naked. Damn it! Why didn't he just say that they only had their robes on, which was true?
Joey asked with concern, "But don't the pancakes splatter?"
Chandler shrugged. "Well, um, we have aprons?" he guessed, not sounding very convincing.
"You do?"
When would this nightmare conversation end? As Chandler struggled for some excuse, the tea kettle whistled, and Chandler said, "Uh, I gotta go now, Joe. Bye." He hung up and started hyperventilating.
Janice called from the bathroom, "Chandler, the kettle's boiling already!"
"Oh, right!" Chandler moved the kettle off the burner to keep it from boiling over. "I, uh, I'll make the tea now." He grabbed a packet of ginger tea and tore it open.
Janice asked, "Was that Joey on the phone?"
"Uh, yeah. He wanted to come over for breakfast, and I somehow ended up telling him that we were making pancakes naked."
She laughed. "You did?"
"Yeah, uh, I don't know. I was nervous and I couldn't say that Phoebe was having morning sickness."
"Well then I guess after you make the tea, you'll have to make some pancakes. But leave your robe on, though." She chuckled again.
"Yeah, I will. Should we, um, should we even invite him over? Maybe you could just go over there and see Ruthie. I could stay here and take care of Phoebe."
"Maybe, but I think Joey might feel that we were unfairly denying him pancakes."
"You could take a plate with you after I make them."
"No, how about this? We tell all of them that Phoebe never back went home last night. She stayed here with us to keep the birds busy while you and me were in bed. Then she slept in Joey's bedroom."
"Really? You wanna say that?"
"Yeah, I don't know how long Phoebe's gonna be sick this morning, and we can't hide her like this. Just explain that she stayed with us, but don't mention us having a threesome. Then we can invite everybody over for breakfast and still be here for Phoebe."
Chandler didn't like that idea, because he really didn't want to see Joey right now. But he didn't argue, just bringing Phoebe a cup of hot tea. "Uh, here. I hope this helps."
"Thank you," Janice said, and helped Phoebe sip it. "Now you go get started on making pancakes."
"Okay." So Chandler returned to the kitchen and got out the pancake mix.
***
Chandler made a lot of pancakes and tried to keep his mind off Joey and his erotic dream. Joey, however, was attracted by the tempting smell of pancakes, and he knocked at the apartment door. "Please, can I have some?"
Chandler got nervous again. He asked, "Aren't you supposed to be watching Ruthie?"
"Monica and Rachel are giving her breakfast now, and they don't have any pancake mix. Can I have some pancakes please?"
"It doesn't bother you that we made them naked?"
Joey hesitated. "You were really serious about cooking naked? Even with no curtains on the windows?"
Chandler tried to bluff that he did cook naked, but Janice emerged from the bathroom and interrupted him with a laugh. "No, Joey, he was just kidding you! Here, you can come inside." She unlocked the door and let him in.
Joey looked at Chandler with annoyance. "Monica and Rachel told me you had to be kidding! You don't cook naked. I do!"
Janice laughed and put a generous stack of pancakes before Joey, along with a bottle of syrup. She explained that the real reason they hadn't invited Joey over before was that they were busy taking care of Phoebe's morning sickness.
"Phoebe's here?" Joey glanced at the clock. "This early?"
Janice nodded and told him her story about Phoebe staying the night in Joey's bedroom. "You don't mind it, do you? Chandler was afraid that you might be mad about him not asking your permission."
Joey shook his head, not sure why Chandler would think that. "No, it's okay. Is Phoebe all right?"
"For now. Chandler, I need some more tea." She brought her cup to the kettle for a refill. "Oh, and can you go ask Monica and Rachel to bring Ruthie over now?"
"Uh, why don't I take that instead?" Chandler took the refilled cup from her. "Then you can go get Ruthie and hang out with her. I'll take care of Phoebe." He went into the bathroom to join Phoebe and get away from Joey.
"Oh. Thank you, honey." Janice shrugged and went across the hall.
Joey kept eating his pancakes, but wondered with guilt whether he should join Chandler in the bathroom and make sure that Phoebe was all right.
But before he could decide, Janice returned with Monica, Rachel, and Ruthie. Janice sat Ruthie at one of the low sidetables and asked her if she wanted some pancakes. Ruthie said yes, so Janice put a pancake on a plate and cut it up into small pieces for her daughter.
Meanwhile, Monica and Rachel went into the bathroom to check on Phoebe, but Chandler said the bathroom was too crowded and shooed them out. "And get us some more tea." He handed the empty cup to Monica.
So Monica and Rachel returned to the kitchen, and Rachel sat down and ate pancakes with Joey while Monica refilled the cup and brought the tea back to Phoebe and Chandler.
So Chandler managed to avoid Joey for a while, until Janice insisted that Chandler let Monica take over in the bathroom. "Take a break, honey. You haven't had breakfast yet, and if you don't soon, Joey's going to eat it all."
"Hey, Rachel ate some!" Joey protested in his defense. "And you and Ruthie did too."
"Yes, I know," Janice said. "I was just joking."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
Monica kicked Chandler out of the bathroom, and he was forced to return to the kitchen.
Joey invited him to sit on the stool next to him. "Come on, eat. There's still plenty of pancakes."
Chandler remained standing and bluffed, "I'm--I'm not hungry now. After seeing Phoebe throw up like that..."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Joey put an arm around him. "How about you watch some TV with me until you get your appetite back?" He made Chandler sit down next to him, then turned on the TV with the remote.
Chandler got very pale and nervous, sitting next to Joey.
"You okay?" Joey asked him. "Are you sick?"
Chandler nodded and said quietly, "Yeah. I need to go lie down." He got off the stool and headed to his bedroom.
Joey followed him. "You need anything? Pepto-Bismol? Aspirin?"
"No, I just want to lie down." Chandler anxiously pushed Joey away from him, then went into his bedroom and locked the door.
Joey was confused and hurt.
Janice started to suspect that something was wrong. "Joey, can you come watch Ruthie for me? I'm gonna go check on Chandler."
Joey shrugged and wordlessly sat with Ruthie. He also called the birds near and decided to give them their breakfast too.
Janice went to the door and knocked. "Chandler? Chandler, honey, let me in. I'm worried about you."
After a hesitation, Chandler unlocked the door and let Janice inside, but he shut it quickly after her.
"Are you all right?" she asked softly in the darkness.
He had turned out the lights and was clearly very upset. After locking the door again, he spoke hesitantly, "Janice, I-I, um..."
"What, honey?" She hugged him close and led him to his bed.
He broke down and shivered, whispering, "I had this, this dream last night. You know, like with the strippers, and that, that guy who--"
"I know," she said and rubbed his arm soothingly.
"What?"
"You were talking in your sleep, honey. You were saying Joey's name."
He looked at her with wide, terrified eyes. "I was--? Oh my God!"
"It's okay, honey. Shh."
"Okay?!" He moaned and turned away from her. "Oh God! Did Phoebe hear me too?"
"No, she stayed asleep, but I don't think she would have been that shocked."
Chandler couldn't understand her calmness. He was freaking out. "I-I don't know why I dreamed that. I love you, Janice. I'm not gay! I can't be! Oh God!"
"I know you love me. I love you too, Chandler. We're soulmates remember?"
That comforted him a little, but he remained anxious about his dream. "Why did I dream that? How do I make it stop?"
"Maybe you shouldn't try to make it stop," Janice suggested. "I think you might be bi."
"What?!" He couldn't believe she'd say that. "No! No, I'm not gay! I love you. I love you, Janice." He hugged her and clung to her arms.
"I know," she repeated. "I didn't say you were gay. I said you were bi, honey. It's perfectly possible for you to be in love with me and yet have feelings for Joey too. Don't be scared, Chandler, please."
He remained in denial. "No, no! I don't have feelings for Joey. No, it's just a dream. It doesn't mean anything. I-I have to find a shrink or somebody to cure me, to make the dreams go away."
"No, Chandler--" she began, but then realized something. "Dreams? You've had more than one dream about Joey?"
Chandler blushed and backtracked. "No! No, it was just last night, and that dream about the strippers. That's all."
"No!" Janice put the pieces together. "You told me that you had the stripper dream on the same night that you went to the strip club with the girls. That was over a week ago, before we met again at the nail salon. But when you called me at work recently, you were really scared, as if you'd just had a dream that very night. You had a dream about Joey then, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't! I-I just had a recurring nightmare about the strippers and that smoking guy. It wasn't about Joey."
"It was!" Janice said. "Don't deny it, honey. I don't mind. I just want to help you."
"Yes, help me!" He pulled her close and kissed her. "Fix me, Janice, please! Fix me!" He kept kissing her urgently and tried to untie their robes.
"No, Chandler!" She pulled away from him. "Stop it! No, that won't help."
Chandler looked stricken. "Why not? Don't you still love me?"
"Of course I do." She kissed him reassuringly. "But us having sex won't cure you of your dreams. We've been having threesome sex all weekend, you know, and you still had that dream about Joey last night."
Chandler frowned in despair and frustration. "You're right. It didn't work. I-I don't know what's wrong with me! What do I do, Janice? What do I do?"
"Oh, honey!" She hugged him close and kissed him. "Nothing's wrong, sweetie. Please listen to me. Everything's all right. Think of it this way: I love you with all my heart and soul, and I'll never leave you again. I promise you that. But I'm still very fond of Phoebe too and I'm attracted to her. You don't mind us having fun together, right? That's just what this is. You love me too, but you had those dreams about Joey because you feel about him the way that I feel about Phoebe. It doesn't change anything between us, Chandler, and there's nothing to be scared of."
He didn't know if he wanted to believe her, though. "But-but he's my best friend, Janice. I-I shouldn't be dreaming about him and thinking about him naked. It's wrong!"
"Why? Phoebe's your close friend too, and you've had sex with her. You didn't think there was anything wrong about that."
"But it's not the same. I'm not as close to Phoebe, and she's a girl, and it was just part of the threesome, no different than if you got some other girl for us."
"Yes, but will you ever look at her quite the same, Chandler? Won't your friendship be different now that you've seen each other naked and done stuff together?"
Chandler thought about it and shrugged. "I don't know. When we were having sex without you yesterday, she said that she always thought I was kind of goofy and unsexy before, but you told her how good I was in bed, so she decided to give me a chance and not just do lesbian stuff with you. And now that we've all had sex together, she learned how right you were about me, and she wants to tell all the girls that I'm a hot stud like Joey."
Janice smiled and was shocked. "But I thought she wanted this to stay a secret."
"Oh, she was just kidding about that part," Chandler said. "But she said I was hot, and she would give me more respect from now on and not let everybody make jokes about what a loser I am."
"Well that's good!" Janice said with a laugh. "You know, honey, if you wanted to, we could have Phoebe say that when she spent the night in Joey's room, she heard us doing it all night, and she was very impressed."
Chandler liked the sound of that. "Really?"
"Sure." She kissed him. "Now about Joey--"
Chandler grew uncomfortable again and didn't want to talk about Joey anymore.
Janice tried to tell him that he shouldn't be so scared about his dreams. "And maybe if Joey wants you too, you guys could experiment together."
"What?!" He thought she was crazy. "No, Joey's not gay."
"Well, he could be bi--"
"No! No, I've been sleeping next door to him for years, Janice. Trust me, he only likes girls."
"But--"
"No!" He got up from the bed and started to put on some clothes.
"Chandler!"
"No, stop it! I don't want to talk about it." He tossed his robe aside, unlocked the door, then began to storm out of the apartment.
Joey and the others started to ask him what was wrong, but Chandler avoided their eyes and said that he had to use the bathroom across the hall, since Phoebe was using theirs. Then he just hurried out the door.
Janice sighed and went after him.
Chandler was in the kitchen boiling water when the phone rang. "Hello."
It was Joey. "Hey! So you are awake. I was using the baby monitor again, but nobody answered."
Chandler blushed as he suddenly remembered that he had a new, detailed dream about Joey last night. There had been kissing and groping, not to mention nakedness. Oh God. They didn't say they loved each other, did they?
"Chandler?" Joey wondered why his friend had gone so silent.
Trying to push his panic aside, Chandler stammered and tried to think, "Oh, uh, we, we weren't in the bedroom anymore, Joe. We're, uh, we're making breakfast."
"Oh, you are? Are you making pancakes? Can we come over?"
"Uh, um, not right now, Joe. We're--we're not dressed yet."
Now Joey sounded uncomfortable. "You're cooking naked?"
Chandler floundered. "Uh, sure. You do it, don't you, and we wanted to try it too." He gulped and found himself picturing Joey cooking naked. Damn it! Why didn't he just say that they only had their robes on, which was true?
Joey asked with concern, "But don't the pancakes splatter?"
Chandler shrugged. "Well, um, we have aprons?" he guessed, not sounding very convincing.
"You do?"
When would this nightmare conversation end? As Chandler struggled for some excuse, the tea kettle whistled, and Chandler said, "Uh, I gotta go now, Joe. Bye." He hung up and started hyperventilating.
Janice called from the bathroom, "Chandler, the kettle's boiling already!"
"Oh, right!" Chandler moved the kettle off the burner to keep it from boiling over. "I, uh, I'll make the tea now." He grabbed a packet of ginger tea and tore it open.
Janice asked, "Was that Joey on the phone?"
"Uh, yeah. He wanted to come over for breakfast, and I somehow ended up telling him that we were making pancakes naked."
She laughed. "You did?"
"Yeah, uh, I don't know. I was nervous and I couldn't say that Phoebe was having morning sickness."
"Well then I guess after you make the tea, you'll have to make some pancakes. But leave your robe on, though." She chuckled again.
"Yeah, I will. Should we, um, should we even invite him over? Maybe you could just go over there and see Ruthie. I could stay here and take care of Phoebe."
"Maybe, but I think Joey might feel that we were unfairly denying him pancakes."
"You could take a plate with you after I make them."
"No, how about this? We tell all of them that Phoebe never back went home last night. She stayed here with us to keep the birds busy while you and me were in bed. Then she slept in Joey's bedroom."
"Really? You wanna say that?"
"Yeah, I don't know how long Phoebe's gonna be sick this morning, and we can't hide her like this. Just explain that she stayed with us, but don't mention us having a threesome. Then we can invite everybody over for breakfast and still be here for Phoebe."
Chandler didn't like that idea, because he really didn't want to see Joey right now. But he didn't argue, just bringing Phoebe a cup of hot tea. "Uh, here. I hope this helps."
"Thank you," Janice said, and helped Phoebe sip it. "Now you go get started on making pancakes."
"Okay." So Chandler returned to the kitchen and got out the pancake mix.
***
Chandler made a lot of pancakes and tried to keep his mind off Joey and his erotic dream. Joey, however, was attracted by the tempting smell of pancakes, and he knocked at the apartment door. "Please, can I have some?"
Chandler got nervous again. He asked, "Aren't you supposed to be watching Ruthie?"
"Monica and Rachel are giving her breakfast now, and they don't have any pancake mix. Can I have some pancakes please?"
"It doesn't bother you that we made them naked?"
Joey hesitated. "You were really serious about cooking naked? Even with no curtains on the windows?"
Chandler tried to bluff that he did cook naked, but Janice emerged from the bathroom and interrupted him with a laugh. "No, Joey, he was just kidding you! Here, you can come inside." She unlocked the door and let him in.
Joey looked at Chandler with annoyance. "Monica and Rachel told me you had to be kidding! You don't cook naked. I do!"
Janice laughed and put a generous stack of pancakes before Joey, along with a bottle of syrup. She explained that the real reason they hadn't invited Joey over before was that they were busy taking care of Phoebe's morning sickness.
"Phoebe's here?" Joey glanced at the clock. "This early?"
Janice nodded and told him her story about Phoebe staying the night in Joey's bedroom. "You don't mind it, do you? Chandler was afraid that you might be mad about him not asking your permission."
Joey shook his head, not sure why Chandler would think that. "No, it's okay. Is Phoebe all right?"
"For now. Chandler, I need some more tea." She brought her cup to the kettle for a refill. "Oh, and can you go ask Monica and Rachel to bring Ruthie over now?"
"Uh, why don't I take that instead?" Chandler took the refilled cup from her. "Then you can go get Ruthie and hang out with her. I'll take care of Phoebe." He went into the bathroom to join Phoebe and get away from Joey.
"Oh. Thank you, honey." Janice shrugged and went across the hall.
Joey kept eating his pancakes, but wondered with guilt whether he should join Chandler in the bathroom and make sure that Phoebe was all right.
But before he could decide, Janice returned with Monica, Rachel, and Ruthie. Janice sat Ruthie at one of the low sidetables and asked her if she wanted some pancakes. Ruthie said yes, so Janice put a pancake on a plate and cut it up into small pieces for her daughter.
Meanwhile, Monica and Rachel went into the bathroom to check on Phoebe, but Chandler said the bathroom was too crowded and shooed them out. "And get us some more tea." He handed the empty cup to Monica.
So Monica and Rachel returned to the kitchen, and Rachel sat down and ate pancakes with Joey while Monica refilled the cup and brought the tea back to Phoebe and Chandler.
So Chandler managed to avoid Joey for a while, until Janice insisted that Chandler let Monica take over in the bathroom. "Take a break, honey. You haven't had breakfast yet, and if you don't soon, Joey's going to eat it all."
"Hey, Rachel ate some!" Joey protested in his defense. "And you and Ruthie did too."
"Yes, I know," Janice said. "I was just joking."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
Monica kicked Chandler out of the bathroom, and he was forced to return to the kitchen.
Joey invited him to sit on the stool next to him. "Come on, eat. There's still plenty of pancakes."
Chandler remained standing and bluffed, "I'm--I'm not hungry now. After seeing Phoebe throw up like that..."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Joey put an arm around him. "How about you watch some TV with me until you get your appetite back?" He made Chandler sit down next to him, then turned on the TV with the remote.
Chandler got very pale and nervous, sitting next to Joey.
"You okay?" Joey asked him. "Are you sick?"
Chandler nodded and said quietly, "Yeah. I need to go lie down." He got off the stool and headed to his bedroom.
Joey followed him. "You need anything? Pepto-Bismol? Aspirin?"
"No, I just want to lie down." Chandler anxiously pushed Joey away from him, then went into his bedroom and locked the door.
Joey was confused and hurt.
Janice started to suspect that something was wrong. "Joey, can you come watch Ruthie for me? I'm gonna go check on Chandler."
Joey shrugged and wordlessly sat with Ruthie. He also called the birds near and decided to give them their breakfast too.
Janice went to the door and knocked. "Chandler? Chandler, honey, let me in. I'm worried about you."
After a hesitation, Chandler unlocked the door and let Janice inside, but he shut it quickly after her.
"Are you all right?" she asked softly in the darkness.
He had turned out the lights and was clearly very upset. After locking the door again, he spoke hesitantly, "Janice, I-I, um..."
"What, honey?" She hugged him close and led him to his bed.
He broke down and shivered, whispering, "I had this, this dream last night. You know, like with the strippers, and that, that guy who--"
"I know," she said and rubbed his arm soothingly.
"What?"
"You were talking in your sleep, honey. You were saying Joey's name."
He looked at her with wide, terrified eyes. "I was--? Oh my God!"
"It's okay, honey. Shh."
"Okay?!" He moaned and turned away from her. "Oh God! Did Phoebe hear me too?"
"No, she stayed asleep, but I don't think she would have been that shocked."
Chandler couldn't understand her calmness. He was freaking out. "I-I don't know why I dreamed that. I love you, Janice. I'm not gay! I can't be! Oh God!"
"I know you love me. I love you too, Chandler. We're soulmates remember?"
That comforted him a little, but he remained anxious about his dream. "Why did I dream that? How do I make it stop?"
"Maybe you shouldn't try to make it stop," Janice suggested. "I think you might be bi."
"What?!" He couldn't believe she'd say that. "No! No, I'm not gay! I love you. I love you, Janice." He hugged her and clung to her arms.
"I know," she repeated. "I didn't say you were gay. I said you were bi, honey. It's perfectly possible for you to be in love with me and yet have feelings for Joey too. Don't be scared, Chandler, please."
He remained in denial. "No, no! I don't have feelings for Joey. No, it's just a dream. It doesn't mean anything. I-I have to find a shrink or somebody to cure me, to make the dreams go away."
"No, Chandler--" she began, but then realized something. "Dreams? You've had more than one dream about Joey?"
Chandler blushed and backtracked. "No! No, it was just last night, and that dream about the strippers. That's all."
"No!" Janice put the pieces together. "You told me that you had the stripper dream on the same night that you went to the strip club with the girls. That was over a week ago, before we met again at the nail salon. But when you called me at work recently, you were really scared, as if you'd just had a dream that very night. You had a dream about Joey then, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't! I-I just had a recurring nightmare about the strippers and that smoking guy. It wasn't about Joey."
"It was!" Janice said. "Don't deny it, honey. I don't mind. I just want to help you."
"Yes, help me!" He pulled her close and kissed her. "Fix me, Janice, please! Fix me!" He kept kissing her urgently and tried to untie their robes.
"No, Chandler!" She pulled away from him. "Stop it! No, that won't help."
Chandler looked stricken. "Why not? Don't you still love me?"
"Of course I do." She kissed him reassuringly. "But us having sex won't cure you of your dreams. We've been having threesome sex all weekend, you know, and you still had that dream about Joey last night."
Chandler frowned in despair and frustration. "You're right. It didn't work. I-I don't know what's wrong with me! What do I do, Janice? What do I do?"
"Oh, honey!" She hugged him close and kissed him. "Nothing's wrong, sweetie. Please listen to me. Everything's all right. Think of it this way: I love you with all my heart and soul, and I'll never leave you again. I promise you that. But I'm still very fond of Phoebe too and I'm attracted to her. You don't mind us having fun together, right? That's just what this is. You love me too, but you had those dreams about Joey because you feel about him the way that I feel about Phoebe. It doesn't change anything between us, Chandler, and there's nothing to be scared of."
He didn't know if he wanted to believe her, though. "But-but he's my best friend, Janice. I-I shouldn't be dreaming about him and thinking about him naked. It's wrong!"
"Why? Phoebe's your close friend too, and you've had sex with her. You didn't think there was anything wrong about that."
"But it's not the same. I'm not as close to Phoebe, and she's a girl, and it was just part of the threesome, no different than if you got some other girl for us."
"Yes, but will you ever look at her quite the same, Chandler? Won't your friendship be different now that you've seen each other naked and done stuff together?"
Chandler thought about it and shrugged. "I don't know. When we were having sex without you yesterday, she said that she always thought I was kind of goofy and unsexy before, but you told her how good I was in bed, so she decided to give me a chance and not just do lesbian stuff with you. And now that we've all had sex together, she learned how right you were about me, and she wants to tell all the girls that I'm a hot stud like Joey."
Janice smiled and was shocked. "But I thought she wanted this to stay a secret."
"Oh, she was just kidding about that part," Chandler said. "But she said I was hot, and she would give me more respect from now on and not let everybody make jokes about what a loser I am."
"Well that's good!" Janice said with a laugh. "You know, honey, if you wanted to, we could have Phoebe say that when she spent the night in Joey's room, she heard us doing it all night, and she was very impressed."
Chandler liked the sound of that. "Really?"
"Sure." She kissed him. "Now about Joey--"
Chandler grew uncomfortable again and didn't want to talk about Joey anymore.
Janice tried to tell him that he shouldn't be so scared about his dreams. "And maybe if Joey wants you too, you guys could experiment together."
"What?!" He thought she was crazy. "No, Joey's not gay."
"Well, he could be bi--"
"No! No, I've been sleeping next door to him for years, Janice. Trust me, he only likes girls."
"But--"
"No!" He got up from the bed and started to put on some clothes.
"Chandler!"
"No, stop it! I don't want to talk about it." He tossed his robe aside, unlocked the door, then began to storm out of the apartment.
Joey and the others started to ask him what was wrong, but Chandler avoided their eyes and said that he had to use the bathroom across the hall, since Phoebe was using theirs. Then he just hurried out the door.
Janice sighed and went after him.