Phoebe: Chandler, I found the perfect ring.
Chandler: Oh, that's pretty nice, but I'm gonna go with the one I picked first.
Phoebe: Oh, wake up, Chandler. The one you picked is gone. It's over.
Chandler: What? Some guy bought it. I'm sorry. I tried to stop him but they put me in jail.
Chandler: They put you in jail?
Phoebe: The little jail between the doors!
Chandler: Phoebe, I asked you to guard the ring.
Phoebe: I know. I'm sorry. But this ring is better. And Monica never even saw the other ring.
Chandler: Yeah. But when he proposed to me with the ring, I got goosebumps.
Phoebe: Maybe it was the guy.
Chandler: It was the ring!