Phoebe: Rachel, come here. Okay, I was just starting to take my Thanksgiving nap and I had another dream about Jack.
Rachel: Oh, Phoebe. Do I want to hear this?
Phoebe: I don't know, let's see. Okay, I dreamt that we were going to get married and he left because he had to go fight a fire. So, okay, I went to a nightclub and I saw him making out with a girl.
Rachel: Oh, my God, he dream-cheated on you.
Phoebe: Yeah. But then Jacques Cousteau came and he kicked his ass for betraying me. It was so cool. Then he took me diving and introduced me to his sea horse, who, by the way, was coming on to me. And, please, that is not gonna happen.