Not sure how old I was, but I remember reading EW’s “TV Preview,” drinking Barq’s on the couch, and I came across a new show called Friends. In that kid way, off one picture and a “skeptical” description, I knew it was going to be a hit. “Arm-chair executives,” we were labeled later. God, I hope this effing movie doesn’t happen.

A British tabloid reports that a big-screen version of Friends is indeed happening within “18 months,” due to the success of Sex and the City. Hey, 40-year-olds can still be friends in a genuine way, right? [koff] As long as everybody stays out of law school and blogs. The inside source provides a verbal mudslide of choice quotes, like this one…

‘What’s held back a Friends movie so far is that people were worried that Jennifer [Aniston] had simply become too famous to play Rachel again. …It really comes down to money, and I don’t think Jen has a problem with all of the Friends getting huge paydays for the movie.”

The Rembrandts await the call, as do a couple million people on exercise machines, and coffee shops. And the monkey (not that monkey)! Ladies and gentlemen, if this is the post-9/11 Big Chill, I hope somebody blows up the set.

Discuss: Friends, how many of us have them?