THE FLAME IS DOUSED
Chandler: Um, Mon...I have something to tell you.
Chandler: See, um - well...
Monica: Come on! Out with it!
Chandler: You're - uh - I, uh...[You drop to your knees.]
Monica: Did you lose something?
[Just then Phoebe pulls up with the cab and, embarassed, you stand up and
dust off your knees.]
Chandler: Only my dignity.
Oops! You couldn't go through with it. Maybe you'll have better luck
once you get to the beach.
*Click here to go on to the beach.*