That’s fine. Because I know that this isn’t the end. It isn’t, because you wont let that happen. Don’t you know it yet? You love me, Chandler Bing. No? Well then ask yourself this. Why do you think we keep ending up together? New Year’s? Who invited who? Valentine’s? Who asked who into whose bed? You seek me out. Something deep in your soul calls out to me like a foghorn. JANICE, JANICE. You want me. You need me. You can’t live without me. And you know it. You just don’t know you know it. See ya!