Chandler: [inner monologue] All right. Okay. What next? Blow a bubble. A bubble's good. It's got a boyish charm. It's impish. Here we go. [gum flies out of Chandler's mouth and lands on the counter] Nice going, imp! Okay, okay. It's okay. All I need to do is reach over and put it back in my mouth. Good save! We 're back on track and ... I'm chewing someone else's gum.
This is not my gum! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! And now you're choking. [choking]
Jill Goodacre: Are you all right? Oh my God! You're choking! [she Heimlichs Chandler] Better?
Chandler: Yes. Thank you. That was ... That was ...
Jill Goodacre: Perfection?