Phoebe: Has she slept at all?
Rachel: No, it's been three nights in a row.
Ross: She finally stopped crying yesterday. But then she found one of Richard's cigar butts out on the terrace.
Phoebe: Okay, that explains it. I got a call at 2 in the morning and all I could hear was this high, squeaky sound. So I thought, "Okay, it's a mouse or a possum." Then I realized, like, okay, where would a mouse or a possum get the money to make the phone call?