Rachel: Do you think we're ever going to have that?
Ross: You mean "we," you and me?
Rachel: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. "We," you with someone and me with someone.
Ross: Oh, good, you scared me a minute.
Rachel: I know. Shake it off.
Ross: I mean, no. It's just because you and l, we were like a nightmare. [imitates screaming] No, but there were some good times.
Rachel: No, absolutely. Like there was...
Ross: Surely you can think of something.
Rachel: Yeah, just give me a minute. Oh, well, yes. I can think of one good thing.
Ross: What?
Rachel: Well, you- You were always good at the ... stuff.
Ross: Yeah? I was good at the stuff?
Rachel: Uh-huh. I really liked your hands.
Ross: My hands? Way to go, guys.