Monica: What's tonight?
Rachel: It is our first official date. Our first date.
Monica: Hello?
Rachel: Hi.
Monica: Tonight? You're supposed to waitress for me? My catering thing? Any of those words trigger anything for you?
Rachel: Oh, God. Oh, God, Monica. I forgot! This is our first date.
Rachel: Yes, but my mom got me this job.
Phoebe: Okay, I can be a waitress. I can be a waitress.
Rachel: Oh, thank you, thank you. See? Phoebe. Phoebe!
Monica: Really, Pheebs? Because, see, you'd have to be an actual waitress. This can't be like your "I can be a bear cub" thing.
Phoebe: I can be a waitress. Okay, watch this. Give me two number ones, eighty-six the bacon, one Adam and Eve on a raft and wreck them.