Phoebe: I never had a bike of my own.
Ross: What?
Phoebe: Well, we didn't have a lot of money. But the girl across the street had the best bike.
It was pink and it had rainbow-colored tassels hanging off the handles and a bell and this big, white wicker basket with those plastic daisies stuck on.
Chandler: That sounds like my first bike. My dad gave me his old one.