Phoebe is asked to name one of the three babies she's carrying; this sparks some rivalry between Joey and Chandler, who each want the baby named after them. Susan is shooting a commercial in London so Emily offers to show her around; Ross worries that they might be having too much of a good time together... like when Carol started spending time with Susan. Rachel plans a big date with a special dinner, new lingerie and a nice dress; while eating dinner at her place, the chick and the duck upset Joshua, who has a phobia of farm birds; since his apartment is being remodeled and his parents are out of town, they go to his parents' house; unexpectedly, his parents return home while Rachel is wearing only a negligee; she tells them it's actually a new dress and ends up having to wear it while they all go out to dinner.
Rachel: I thought I was making him filet mignon.
Monica: Yeah, you were, but then you decided to make salmon because you had some left over at the restaurant. And then you realised if you bitched about it, then you would stop cooking, and you would have to make your famous baked potato and Diet Coke.
Rachel: Wow, I really get crabby when I cook.
Ross: What's wrong with "Ross?"
Phoebe: Well, it's just, y'know, something like this would never to, like, The Hulk, y'know?
Ross: Actually that... that's not true. In The Incredible Hulk, uh, number 72, Dr. Bruce Banner found.... Y'know, nevermind, my girlfriend's a lesbian.
Chandler: Nope, nope, you're right, it is a ridiculous name!
Joey: It's not that bad.
Chandler: Yes it is! From now on, I have no first name.
Joey: So, you're just, "Bing?"
Chandler: I have no name.
Chandler: Okay, uh, for now, temporarily, you can call me... Clint.
Joey: No way are you cool enough to pull of Clint.
Chandler: Okay, so what name am I cool enough to pull off?
Phoebe: Um... Gene.
Chandler: It's Clint. It's Clint!
Joey: See you later, Gene.
Phoebe: Bye, Gene.
Chandler: It's Clint! Clint!
Joey: What's up with Gene?
Monica: So, you wore your nightie to dinner?
Rachel: Oh, yeah. And, uh, the best part though, was when the waiter spilled water down my back: I jumped up and my boob popped out.
Monica: Oh, no!
Rachel: No, it's all right. I got nice boobs.