Phoebe: Well, just for argument's sake, you know, hypothetically which one would you be willing to give up?
Frank Jr.: Huh.
Phoebe: Frank Jr. Jr.?
Frank Jr.: You'd be getting a really good one. I mean, you know, he's really funny. Like, the other day, he made up this joke: What's green and says, "Hey, I'm a frog"? [laughing] A talking frog. Oh, no, you can't have him, he's too funny.
Phoebe: Well, all right, that's fine. What about Leslie?
Frank Jr.: Oh, no, no, not Leslie. No. She's the only one that knows how to burp the alphabet.
Phoebe: All right, so that leaves Chandler.
Frank Jr.: No, no, you can't have Chandler. No, no. She's my little genius. I got big hopes for her. She's gonna be a doctor or a realtor.
Phoebe: Wow, Frank, I think we just ran out of kids.
Frank Jr.: Oh, I think you're right. Oh, wow. Phoebe, I don't think I can give one of them up. I mean, you know, they drive me crazy, but they're my babies.