Monica: Oh, my gosh! Rachel, honey, are you okay? Where's Paolo?
Rachel: Rome. Jerk missed his flight.
Phoebe: And then your face exploded?
Rachel: No. Okay. I was at the airport getting into a cab when this woman, this blond planet with a pocketbook starts yelling at me. Something about how it was her cab first. The next thing I know, she just starts pulling me out by my hair! And I was blowing my attack whistle thingy and three more cabs show up. So as I'm going to get into a cab, she tackles me! And I hit my head on the curb and cut my lip on my whistle. Oh. Everybody having fun at the party? Are people eating my dip?