Rachel: Who would like some yams? Will?
Will: Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?
Rachel: What? Oh, you know what, can we please keep the chicken and the turkey and everything on the other side of the table? The smell is just yuck.
Will: Typical.
Rachel: I'm sorry. What?
Will: I said it was typical. Typical of you, Rachel Green. Queen Rachel does whatever she wants in little Rachel-land.
Joey: Seriously, who is this guy?