Joey lets himself look bad in order to explain away various discoveries that could expose Monica's and Chandler's relationship: underwear in Monica's sofa; a lady's razor in his shower; candlelight and videotape; a nude polaroid. He threatens to tell everyone the truth unless Chandler and Monica can come up with a story that makes him look good. They don't come through, so Joey creates a new lie: he slept with Monica in London and she's been after him ever since. Phoebe takes a literature class; Rachel decides to come with her, but doesn't bother to read the books. After Rachel steals her ideas in the first class, Phoebe feeds Rachel misinformation about the second book. Ross has a problem with rage after someone at work steals his Thanksgiving-leftovers sandwich. After scaring his co-workers, yelling at his boss, and getting upset at a psychiatrist, he gets put on tranquilizers.
Joey: What's wrong buddy?
Ross: Someone at work ate my sandwich!
Chandler: Well, what did the police say?
Phoebe: Okay, look. You wanna hold onto your food? You gotta scare
people off. I learned that living on the street.
Ross: Really? So... so what would you say, Pheebs? Stuff like, uh, "Keep your mitts off my grub?"
Chandler: Say, Ross, when you picture Phoebe living on the street, is she surrounded by the entire cast of Annie?
Rachel: Okay, so tell me about this Jane Eyre woman.
Phoebe: No! You should've read it yourself!
Rachel: Oh come on, Phoebe! Don't be such a goodie-goodie!
Phoebe: Fine! Okay, all right, so Jane Eyre: First of all, you'd think she's a woman.... She's not. She's a cyborg.
Rachel: That was so embarrassing! I can't believe you let me go on and on like that!
Phoebe: I'm sorry. It was just so funny when you started comparing Jane Eyre to Robocop.
Joey: Well, I think we've all learned something about who's disgusting and who's not. Eh? All right, now, I'm going to get back to my bucket. I'm only eating the skin, so the chicken's up for grabs.