Chandler: Phoebs, play with meeee.
Phoebe: No. This game is grotesque. Twenty armless guys joined at the waist by a steel bar, forced to play soccer forever. Ahh, hello, human-rights violation.
Chandler: Ya know Phoebs, don’t feel so bad for ’em. After they’re done playing, I break out the little plastic women and everybody has a pretty good time.