Rachel: I mean, you're not going to be the one worrying about saving for college. Or yelling at them when they're bad. You know? Or deciding to put them on Ritalin when they just won't calm down.
Monica: You'll be the one they come to when they run away from home. The one they talk to about sex.
Rachel: You just get to be cool Aunt Phoebe.
Phoebe: Cool Aunt Phoebe. I am pretty cool.
Rachel: And you know what else? Oh, my God, are they going to love you.
Phoebe: They are going to love me. Thanks, you guys.