Terry: Rachel, sweetheart, could I see you for a minute?
Rachel: What's up?
Terry: F.Y.I. I've decided to pay a professional musician to play here on Sundays afternoons. Her name is Stephanie something. She's supposed to be very good.
Rachel: But what about Phoebe?
Terry: Rachel, it's not that your friend is bad. It's that she's so bad she makes me want to put my finger through my eye into my brain and swirl it around.
Rachel: Okay, so you're not a fan.