Rachel: You were fifty minutes late to the class? What did you crawl there?
Ross: No, I ran, okay? It's really far. And when did people stop understanding the phrase "Get the hell out of my way"?
Rachel: Well, why didn't you just you take a cab?
Ross: Ugh. Between the traffic that time of day and all the one-way streets, it'd take me twice as long. Besides, I teach the class three times a week. Who am I, Rockefeller?