Then came 1988. A newly thin Monica, fueled by a year of revenge-dieting and a very sharp kitchen knife, tried to play it cool around Chandler. In an attempt to be "sexy" while prepping dinner, she flirted with a box of macaroni and a knife, only to accidentally drop the blade right through Chandler’s wicker shoe.
Even with a bird on her head and a missing toe between them, the "worst holiday" had just become the one they’d never forget. [S5E8] The One With The Thanksgiving Flashbacks
"No, you said you love me!" Monica squealed, the turkey head bobbing excitedly. Then came 1988
"I said... you’re great," Chandler stammered, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just let slip for the first time. " Chandler stammered
Then came 1988. A newly thin Monica, fueled by a year of revenge-dieting and a very sharp kitchen knife, tried to play it cool around Chandler. In an attempt to be "sexy" while prepping dinner, she flirted with a box of macaroni and a knife, only to accidentally drop the blade right through Chandler’s wicker shoe.
Even with a bird on her head and a missing toe between them, the "worst holiday" had just become the one they’d never forget.
"No, you said you love me!" Monica squealed, the turkey head bobbing excitedly.
"I said... you’re great," Chandler stammered, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just let slip for the first time.