Doctor: No, I'm getting three separate heartbeats.
Phoebe: Three? You guys were worried I wouldn't even have one.
Doctor: Doctors are wrong all the time.
[Phoebe scoffs]
Rachel: Well, so are you sure that there are three?
Doctor: Definitely.
Phoebe: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God! So in a few months, I'm going to have three full-grown babies just walking around inside me? Oh, oh. It's going to be like one of those log rides when they come shooting out.