Joey's war movie comes out, and he plans to take the gang to the premier. Later he find he can only take one, so he choses Chandler, who falls asleep during the screening. Rachel's due date comes but the baby doesn't. She becomes horribly irritable, and desperate to try anything to induce labor... including sex with Ross. Monica and Phoebe bet on when the baby will come; Monica always loses.
Monica: Care to make it interesting? I'll bet you that she'll have it by this time tomorrow.
Phoebe: You're on!
Monica: Okay, how much?
Phoebe: One hundred thousand dollars!
Monica: How about fifty bucks?
Phoebe: Fine, I'll call Zurich and move some money around.
Rachel: All right, all right. Let's go!
Ross: Uh, do you wanna go change first? The doctor's keeping the office open late for us, but if you hurry...
Rachel: No, I'm fine.
Ross: Really? You don't think that's a little inappropriate?
Phoebe: Good God, man, don't anger it!
Rachel: Excuse me?
Ross: Oh nothing, nothing. Just, uh, you've been a little short with me lately. I'm not trying to irritate you.
Rachel: Well, then you must just have a natural talent for it.
Ross: You know what? The doctor will be in soon. Why don't we not speak until then?
Rachel: Okay. [Pause] Seriously, breathe louder Ross! That's great!
Ross: You know, we should probably ask the doctor if she even knows how to deliver a baby that's half human, half pure evil!
Monica: All right, let's be practical. If Ross isn't willing to do it, he's not the only guy in the world you can have sex with. You can borrow Chandler! Chandler is good!
Rachel: But you'll be performing a service, okay? Just think of me as a ketchup bottle. You know, sometimes you have to bang on the end of it just to get something to come out.