Monica: 200.
Phoebe: Thank you.
Monica: That's it. I'm done. I don't care when the baby comes. No more betting.
Phoebe: Okay.
Monica: [phone rings] Hello? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay. [to Phoebe] I guess we could bet one more time.
Phoebe: Is Rachel having the baby?
Monica: How did you know that. Joey. Chandler. It's time.
Phoebe: They're at the coffee house.
Monica: You know everything. Oh, wait. Double or nothing, I bet you the baby is over 7 pounds.
I bet you it has hair. I bet you it's a girl.
Phoebe: We know it's a girl.
Monica: I'll give you really good odds.