Phoebe: Let's play the game of who can stay quiet the longest.
Parker: Or Jenga.
Phoebe: Let's play this one first. And remember, whoever talks first loses.
Parker: I lose, now Jenga.
Phoebe: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Parker: Is something wrong?
Phoebe: Wrong? Really, you know the word "wrong"? Everything isn't perfect? Everything isn't magical? Everything isn't aglow with the light of a million fairies? They were just brake lights, Parker.
Parker: Well, excuse me for putting a good spin on a traffic jam.
Phoebe: You don't have to put a good spin on everything.
Parker: I'm sorry. That's who I am. I'm a positive person.
Phoebe: No, I'm a positive person. You are like Santa Claus on Prozac ... at Disneyland, getting laid.