Could I BE any more excited?
That depends on your current levels of excitement, I suppose.
No no, it’s a Friends thing — it’s how Chandler expresses intensity. I’ll try again: could I BE any more excited?
Oh I see. What has brought you to this level of mid-Nineties, bad hair, baggy shirt-wearing excitement then?
I think you mean “how YOU doin’?”
Oh come on, just tell me.
You are so Monica, you know that? In celebration of a rerun of all 326 episodes of Friends, a bar on Brick Lane is hosting Friends Fest this week. Not only can you hang out in a fully kitted-out Central Perk, you can have your hair blow-dried in a Rachel cut and spy on Ugly Naked Guy!
Can you live in an aspirationally furnished Manhattan flat way beyond the means of your twentysomething salary?
No.
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Can you find out what Chandler’s job really was?
Come on, nobody knows what Chandler’s job was.
Can you tell me how Friends managed to make an entire generation feel as if they weren’t having enough fun in their twenties and that their own pals weren’t funny enough, while simultaneously stringing out the love troubles of one of TV’s most boring couples for a whole decade?
I don’t think so.
Can you get back the hours of your life already lost to watching endless reruns of Friends?
Almost certainly not.
Could I BE any more explicit?
OK, OK.