I'd want a capuchin monkey, just like Ross's Marcel. We would walk around the city in backed by the song "Just The Two Of Us," and I'd glare at people who thought me strange for letting the monkey lick my Pinkberry. (Don't freak, people. Ain't nothin' wrong with a little fro-yo.) Then I'll pretend that I'm not still picturing myself in sitcom montages from 1997.