Joey: And I gotta go sell some
Christmas trees.
Phoebe: Have fun. Oh wait, no,
don’t! I forgot I am totally against that now.
Joey: What? Me having a job?
Phoebe: No, no, I am against
innocent trees being cut down in their prime, and their, their
corpses grotesquely dressed in like tinsel and twinkly lights.
[to Joey] Hey, how do you sleep at
night?
Joey: Well, I’m pretty tired from
lugging the trees around all day. Hey, Phoebe listen, you got this
all wrong. Those trees were born to be Christmas trees, their
fulfilling their life purpose, by, by making people happy.
[ Phoebe turns and looks at Monica, while Joey frantically
motions to Chandler to help him out.]
Chandler: Yes. Yes, and ah, ah,
the trees are happy too, because for most of them, it’s the only
chance to see New York.