Monica is worried because her nephew always cries when she holds him.
[adj] - adjective, [exp] - expression
Monica: Who da wenny-Benny boy? You the Wenny-wenny-Benny-Benny boy, yes. Don't cry. Don't cry. Why is he still crying?
Ross: Let me hold him for a sec. There. Huh? There we are.
Monica: Maye it's me.
Ross: Don't be silly. Ben loves you. He's just being Mr. Crankypants.
Chandler: You know, I once dated a Miss Crankypants. Lovely girl, kinda moody.
Ross: There we go. All better.
Monica: There's my little boy.
Chandler: Can I uh see something?
Monica: He hates me. My nephew hates me.
Ross: Come on, don't do this.
Monica: What if my own baby hates me? Huh? What am I gonna do then?
Chandler: Monica, will you stop? This is nuts. Do you know how long it's gonna be before you actually have to deal with this problem? I mean, you don't even have a boyfriend yet. Joey, she does not look fat.