[ Rachel is on the phone]
Rachel: Okay. [listens] Okay, daddy we’ll see you tomorrow
night. [listens] Okay bye-bye.
[hangs up]
Rachel: Are ah, having dinner
with my Dad tomorrow night, I hope that’s okay.
Ross: Oh shoot, tomorrow’s not so
good, I’m supposed to um, fall off the Empire State building and
land on a bicycle with no seat. Sorry.