Friends 95%

"Okay," Chandler said, breaking the silence with a classic smirk. "Does anyone want to go get coffee? Or are we all too busy being 'grown-ups'?" "Coffee," they all said in unison.

Chandler wrapped an arm around her, looking at the keys lined up on the counter. Six keys. One for a paleontologist who finally got the girl, one for a fashion executive who chose love over Paris, one for a massage therapist who lived in her own wonderful world, one for an actor who finally learned to share food (mostly), and two for the couple who were finally starting their "forever" in the suburbs. Friends

He closed the door, leaving the purple room silent, save for the ghost of a laugh that seemed to echo in the rafters. "Okay," Chandler said, breaking the silence with a

"It’s part of the door, Joey," Monica said, wiping a stray tear. "And I’m pretty sure the landlord would sue us." Chandler wrapped an arm around her, looking at

"So," Joey said, his voice uncharacteristically small. "Is this it? Is the big yellow frame staying?"