Zara Ellison never planned on causing so much trouble. First, there's her tragic one-night stand living next door, who Zara loves to taunt. Then, there's his roommate, where the two catch feelings during a series of flings.
In other words: Zara was...
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THE ONE WITH THE BING FLING. EPISODE ELEVEN.
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"Are there no conscious men in the city for you two?"
"God, I'm not even that desperate," added Zara, laughing hysterically at the fact that Phoebe and Monica liked a poor man, who ended up getting knocked over and was now in a coma with the two fussing over him.
"He doesn't have anyone," Monica told them.
"Yeah," said Phoebe. "We feel kind of responsible."
"I can't believe you said 'whoo-hoo'," added Joey, from where she sat next to Zara on the sofa. "I don't even say 'whoo-hoo'."
"Oh! She's coming up!"
Hearing Rachel, Zara closed down her laptop as she had finished up her latest chapter for the night. Zara was rather eager as she tuned in, having learnt recently that Chandler's mother was an author.
"When we come back, we'll be talking about her new book Euphoria Unbound. The always interesting Nora Tyler Bing. You might want to put your kids away for this one."
"We don't have to watch this," said Chandler, reaching for the controller. "Weekend at Bernie's is on Showtime, HBO and Cinmeamax."
"No way!" Rachel and Zara both cried.
Rachel had hit the controller out of Chandler's hand, which Joey had caught next to Zara. They had all gathered around the living room to watch, eagerly waiting for the interview with Chandler's mother.
"Oh, come on," said Joey. "She's your mom."
"Exactly!" Chandler exclaimed. "Weekend at Bernie's! Dead guy getting hit in the groin twenty, thirty times!"
"At least you have a Mom," Zara told him. "Who knows if my mom's overdosed or in prison."
"Don't play that card," Chandler moaned. "You know I can't say no when you say that."
"Exactly, so sit down," Zara told him, but he was already walking towards the kitchen.
"Chandler, I've got to tell you," said Rachel, following him. "I love your mom's books. I love her books! I cannot get on a plane without one. I mean, this is so cool!"
"Yeah, well, you wouldn't think so if you were eleven years old and all your friends were passing around page seventy-nine of Mistress Bitch."
"I think it's cool," gushed Zara. "I read her books as soon as you told me and I would love to meet her. God, she's really living the dream."
"Hey, that'll be you one day," Monica told her.
"Come on, Chandler," Ross added. "I love your mom. I think she's a blast."
