Monica's Neighbor Is a Peeping Tom

Oh my God. Guys, you've got to come see this. There's some creep out there with a telescope. I can't believe it. He's looking right at us. Oh, that is so sick. I feel violated and not in a good way. How can people do that? Oh, you guys, look. Ugly naked guy got gravity boots. He's doing it again. The guy with the telescope. Oh my God. Go away. Stop looking in here. Great. Now he's waving back. Man, we've got to do something about that guy. This morning, I caught him looking into our apartment. It creeps me out. I feel like I can't do stuff. What kind of stuff? When you grow up, I'm not talking about sexy stuff, but like when I'm cooking naked. You cook naked? Yeah, toast, oatmeal, nothing that spatters. What are you looking at me for? I didn't know that. Hey, so listen. I went across the street and talked to the doorman. I got the peeper's name. Can I use the phone? Can I use your phone? Yeah, the number for a Sydney Marks, please. Heating device. Radiator. Five letters. Verdader. Yeah, is Sydney there? Oh, this is. Sydney's a woman. So she's a woman. So what? Yeah, yeah. So what? Look, I live across the street, and I know all about you and your little telescope, and I don't appreciate it, okay? Yeah, I can see you right now. Hello? Now look, if I want to walk around my apartment in my underwear, I shouldn't have to feel like... Thank you. That's not really the point. The, uh... The point is that... Mostly freeways, but occasionally... Joey! Yeah, my neighbor. Yeah, the brunette. She said you looked very pretty the other day in the green dress. The green dress? Really? Yeah, she said you looked like Ingrid Bergman that day. No!