Gunther: Rachel?
Rachel: Yeah?
Gunther: I know you're leaving tonight, but I just have to tell you. I love you. Now, I don't know if that changes your plans at all, but I thought you should know.
Rachel: Gunther. I love you too. Probably not in the same way. But I do. And, and when I'm in a cafe, having coffee, or I see a man with hair brighter than the sun, I'll think of you.