Ross: You got off the plane. [Ross and Rachel kiss]
Rachel: I do love you.
Ross: I love you too, and I am never letting you go again.
Rachel: Okay. 'Cause this is where I wanna be, okay? No more messing around. I don't wanna mess this up again. Okay, we're done being stupid.
Rachel: Okay. You and me, all right? This is it.
Ross: This is it. Unless we're on a break. Don't make jokes now.

Rachel: [on answering machine] Ross, hi. It's me. I just got back on the plane. And I just feel awful. That is so not how I wanted things to end with us. It's just that I wasn't expecting to see you and all of a sudden you're there and saying these things. And- And now I'm just sitting here and thinking of all the stuff I should have said, and I didn't. I mean, I didn't even get to tell you that I love you too. Because of course I do. I love you. I love you. I love you. What am I doing? I love you! Oh, I've gotta see you. I've gotta get off this plane.
Ross: Oh my God!
Rachel: [on answering machine] Excuse me?
Stewardess: [on answering machine] Miss? Please, sit down.
Rachel: [on answering machine] No, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry but I need to get off the plane, okay? I need to tell someone that I love them.
Stewardess: [on answering machine] Miss, I can't let you off the plane.
Ross: Let her off the plane!
Stewardess: [on answering machine] I am afraid you are gonna have to take a seat.
Rachel: [on answering machine] Oh, please, miss, you don't understand!
Ross: Try to understand!
Rachel: [on answering machine] Oh, come on, miss, isn't there any way that you can just let me off- [beep]
Ross: No! No! Oh my God. Did she get off the plane? Did she get off the plane?
Rachel: I got off the plane.

Phoebe: Uh, Rach, hang on.
Ross: [mouths] No, no, no.
Rachel: Phoebe? Is everything okay?
Phoebe: Um, actually no. No, you have to get off the plane.
Rachel: What? Why?
Phoebe: I have this feeling that something's wrong with it. Something is wrong with the left phalange.