Joey: Hey, Rach, Rach. I'm up for a Soapie.
Rachel: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! That is like the third most prestigious soap opera award there is.
Joey: Thank you. Well, I guess now we know who I'll be taking to the awards.
Rachel: Don't kid about that. Will all the stars be there?
Joey: Many are scheduled to appear.
Rachel: Oh, my God. I can't go. I'll be too nervous.
Monica: I'll go.
Rachel: No, you're getting married. This is all I have.