Then came 1988. A newly thin Monica, fueled by a year of revenge-dieting and a very sharp kitchen knife, tried to play it cool around Chandler. In an attempt to be "sexy" while prepping dinner, she flirted with a box of macaroni and a knife, only to accidentally drop the blade right through Chandler’s wicker shoe.
"Oh, you think your Thanksgivings were bad?" Phoebe countered, her eyes glazing over as she recalled a past life. "Try being a nurse on a battlefield in 1862. Talk about a lack of stuffing." The group settled in, and the floodgates opened. [S5E8] The One With The Thanksgiving Flashbacks
The turkey froze. Monica’s muffled voice came from inside the carcass: "What?" Then came 1988
"No, you said you love me!" Monica squealed, the turkey head bobbing excitedly. "Oh, you think your Thanksgivings were bad
Chandler tried to stay mad, but the sight was too ridiculous. "You are so great," he chuckled, the hurt melting away. "I love you."
"I can't believe you said that," Monica muttered in the present, stabbing a potato. "I was a jerk! I had feathered hair!" Chandler defended.