Officer Petty: Good evening, sir. Do you know how fast you were traveling back there?
Ross: No, I don't, but it could not have been more than 60.
Officer Petty:You're right. It was 37.
Ross: I mean, you're not going to give me a ticket for driving too slow, are you?
Officer Petty: That's right.
Ross: You know, officer. I had the weirdest dream last night.
Rachel: Oh, my God!
Officer Petty: Your license, please.
Ross: You don't want to hear about my dream Officer Pretty?
Officer Petty: It's Petty. I'll be right back with your ticket.
Rachel: You have a son.
Ross: I know. I know.