"I said... you’re great," Chandler stammered, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just let slip for the first time.
"No, you said you love me!" Monica squealed, the turkey head bobbing excitedly.
The turkey froze. Monica’s muffled voice came from inside the carcass: "What?"
"You cut off my toe!" Chandler shouted, the memory resurfacing with phantom pain.