Phoebe: Monica, do you know I couldn't sleep for, like, a month because I got a dot of ink on one of the sofa cushions?
Monica: You could've just turned the cushion over.
Phoebe: I would have, except I had a big spaghetti stain on the other side.
Monica: What?
Phoebe: Okay, this is what I'm talking about. I need to live in a land where people can spill.
Monica: Well, you can spill. In the sink.
Phoebe: Oh, honey. It's not your fault, you know. This is who you are. And I love you. And I want us to be friends. And if I stay here, I don't see that happening.