Chandler: Hey. Why are are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?
Monica: They sent me home. They said I can't work if I'm sick.
Chandler: I'm so sorry that you're sick. I'm not sick. I don't get sick. Getting sick is for weaklings, it's for pansies.
Rachel: Honey, no one thinks that you're a pansy, but we do think that you need a tissue.