Joey shows his friends his new apartment, which (unfortunately) he decorated himself. A record producers signs Phoebe to make a video of Smelly Cat, but dubs in someone else's voice. Monica is annoyed that Ross is around so much; they fight like typical siblings. Chandler and Joey miss each other, but neither one will admit it. Chandler gets a new roommate, Eddie, who seems like a great guy. Joey is jealous, and he and Chandler fight like a typical couple. Chandler finds out that he doesn't really have that much in common with Eddie after all.
Phoebe: You are not gonna believe this. I have just been discovered.
Chandler: Now wait a minute, I claimed you in the name of France four years ago.
Monica: I can't believe it, it's like I'm living with him again. He's
here when I go to sleep, he's here when I wake up, he's here when I want to
use the shower... ugh! It's like I'm sixteen all over again.
Rachel: Well, you're not sixteen. You're both adults now.
Monica: Get out you dufus!
Rachel: Or ya know, he's rubber and you're glue.
Monica: But I thought you wanted to live by yourself.
Joey: I did. I thought it'd be great. I figured I'd have, like, time alone with
my thoughts. But, you know, it turns out I don't have as many thoughts as you'd think.
Joey: Who's eggs do you like better, his or mine? Huh?
Chandler: Well, I like both eggs equally.
Joey: Oh, come on! Nobody likes two different kinds of eggs equally.
You like one better than the other, and I wanna know which.
Chandler: Well, what's the difference? Your eggs aren't here anymore,
are they? You took your eggs and you left. Did you really expect me to never find new eggs?
Phoebe: I mean, this poor woman!
Ross: What woman?
Phoebe: The voice woman. You know, I mean, she has a great voice but
she doesn't have a video.
Rachel: Okay, Phoebs. But what about you?
Phoebe: Well, I have a video. You have to pay attention. No this... this
voice woman, she's so talented, but according to the producer people, they said
she doesn't have, like, the right look or something. You know? I mean, it's
like, she's like one of those animals at the pound who, like, nobody wants 'cause
they're not pretty enough. Or you know, like... like some old dog who's just
kind of like, stinky and.... Uh! Oh my God, she's Smelly Cat. Oh! Oh,
that song has so many levels.
Phoebe's Smelly Cat:
Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your fault.
They won't take you to the vet.
You're obviously not their favorite pet.
It may not be a bed of roses.
And you're no friend to those with noses.
