| TOW Phoebe's Cookies |
| Rachel: You know, Joey, I could teach you to sail, if you want. Joey: You could? Rachel: Yeah! I've been sailing my whole life. When I was fifteen my dad bought me my own boat. Phoebe: Your own boat? Rachel: What? What? He was trying to cheer me up! My pony was sick. Phoebe: I just went to my old apartment to get you the...the cookie recipe and the stupid fired burned it up! Monica: No! Why didn't you make a copy and...and keep it in a fireproof box, and keept it at least a hundred yards from the original? Phoebe: Because I'm normal! Monica: All right, I definitely taste nutmeg. Phoebe: You do? Monica: You don't? Well, that's the difference between a professional and a layman. Phoebe: That, and arrogance. Monica: Listen, I'm sure that Dad doesn't care. He probably thought that this was funny; he'll be telling this story for years! Chandler: I don't want him to tell his story for years! Ross: Oh, but he will. He still tells the story about how Monica tried to escape from fat camp. Monica: I wasn't escaping! Ross: Then how did you get caught in the barbed wire? Monica: I was trying to help out a squirrel. Ross: You were trying to eat it! Joey: You won't boss me around anymore? Rachel: I won't boss you around anymore. Joey: And you'll be nice? Rachel: And, I'll be nice. Joey: And you'll be topless? Rachel: And...Joey! Joey: Do you want me to learn? Phoebe: Nesele Tollhouse. Monica: Nestle Tollhouse?! Phoebe: Oh, you Americans always butcher the French language. "I guess I'm not gonna be the mom who makes the world's best chocolate chip cookies. I do make the best duck confit with broccoli rabe. Kids love that, right?"-Monica |