Monica: Oh, my God. What the hell are you doing?
Joey: You said, "You wanna come in for some lemonade?"
Monica: So?
Joey: Ah. Were you just gonna give me lemonade?
Monica: Yeah-huh. Cover yourself up.
Joey: Oh, right. Sorry.
Monica: God, I don't believe this. Someone asks you in for lemonade and to you that means they want to have sex?
Joey: Usually, yeah. Well, not just lemonade. Iced tea, sometimes juice. Look, sorry. I just- I thought you liked me. I'm such a jerk.
Monica: It's okay. I suppose it could happen to anyone. Not anyone I know, but- By the way, I can still see it.