"So," Joey said, his voice uncharacteristically small. "Is this it? Is the big yellow frame staying?"
Chandler wrapped an arm around her, looking at the keys lined up on the counter. Six keys. One for a paleontologist who finally got the girl, one for a fashion executive who chose love over Paris, one for a massage therapist who lived in her own wonderful world, one for an actor who finally learned to share food (mostly), and two for the couple who were finally starting their "forever" in the suburbs. Friends
"It’s part of the door, Joey," Monica said, wiping a stray tear. "And I’m pretty sure the landlord would sue us." "So," Joey said, his voice uncharacteristically small