Ross: [inner monologue] Oh, my God. That's Rachel, naked. I can't look at that. I am looking at this. Okay, vivid colors, expressive brush strokes. Unless she wants me to be looking at that.
She knows I'm home. She knows I can see her. What kind of game is she playing? I think maybe someone's lonely tonight. Oh, Dr. Geller. Stop it. You're being silly. Or am I?