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.