(quietly) She can't. Rachel, you can't. Because Emma. Because... because I'm here.
That was "How is the cow going?"
(strumming her guitar lazily) Mmm. I wrote a song about that. It's called "Lip Contact on the Continent (My Heart's a Croissant, Flaky and Broken)" . friends season 09 aiff
(entering from the street, shaking out an umbrella. She looks tired but determined) Okay, everyone. Big news. Big. I got offered a job. In Paris. (quietly) She can't
(whispering back) No. Not yet. Let it marinate. (quietly) She can't. Rachel
(voice cracking slightly) Paris. France. Europe. The place where people kiss other people from galleries.
(takes his hand) But none of them know about the time you dressed up as a holiday armadillo.