Chandler and Monica Ruin Their Secret Romantic Getaway

I'm really getting tired of sneaking around all the time. I know, me too. Hey, you know what? What if we went away for the whole weekend? You know, no interruptions, and we could be naked the entire time. All weekend? That's a whole lot of naked. Yeah, I could say that I have a conference, and you can say you have a chef thing. Oh, I've always wanted to go to this culinary fair that they have in Jersey. Okay, you know you're not, so... Great. Let's go. Wait, what about Joey? I can't believe it. We're here. Ooh, chocolates on the pillows. Oh, I love that. Oh, you should live with Joey. Rolos everywhere. Okay, I'll be right back. Oh, yes. Monica, get in here. It's a high-speed car chase on. We're switching rooms. Oh, dear God, they gave us glasses. They gave us glasses with lipstick on them. I mean, if they didn't change the glasses, who knows what else they didn't change. Come on, sweetie. We just want this weekend to be perfect, okay? We can change rooms, can't we? Okay, but let's do it now, though, because Chopper 5 just lost its speed. I think you'll find this room more to your liking. Okay, great. They say he's only got half a tank left. Half a tank? We've still got a lot of high-speed chasing to do. We're switching rooms again. What? Why? This is a garden view room, and we paid for an ocean view room. Our last ocean view room was unacceptable to you. Excuse me, um, can I talk to you over here for just a second? Uh-huh. Chandler! Yeah? Look, these clowns are trying to take us for a ride, and I'm not gonna let them. And we're not a couple of suckers. I hear you, Mugsy. Look, all these rooms are fine, okay? Can you just pick one so I can watch the... Have a perfect, magical weekend together with you? Okay, this one I like. Nothing. Nothing. It's over. Damn it. This is regularly scheduled programming. Can we turn the TV off? Okay? Do we really want to spend the entire weekend like this? Oh, I'm sorry. Am I getting in the way of all the room-switching fun? Don't blame me for moving tonight. Well, who should I blame? The nice bellman who had to drag our luggage to ten different rooms? Oh, I don't know. How about the idiot who thought he could drive from Albany to Canada on a half a tank of gas? Do not speak ill of the dead. We're supposed to be spending a romantic weekend together. What is the matter with you? I just want to watch a little television. What is the big deal? Geez, relax, Mom. What did you say? I said, geez, relax, Mon. Damn Rolos. Hey, you're back. Hey, how was your conference? Oh, it was terrible. I fought with my colleagues the entire time. Are you kidding with this? Uh, so your weekend was a total bust? Uh, no. I got to see Donald Trump waiting for an elevator. Hi. Hey, you're back too. Yeah. Um, Jenner, can I talk to you outside for just a second? Hey, how was your chef thing? It was awful. I guess some people just don't appreciate really good food. Well, maybe it was the kind of food that tasted good at first, but then made everybody vomit and have diarrhea. Chandler? Bennigan? I'd like to know how much the room was, because I want to pay my half. Okay, fine. $300. $300? Yeah, just think of it as $25 per room. What are you guys woofing about? Chandler stole $20 from my purse. No. You know what? Now that I think about it, I constantly find myself without 20s, and you always have lots.