— Look what we almost left!
— That's not mine.
— Look what we almost took!
— I blame myself.
— And I blame you too.
— Oh, my God! Something brushed up against my right leg.
— What?
— Oh, it's okay. It was just my left leg.
— Go tell him he's cute. What's the worst that could happen?
— He could hear me.
— You had a crush on me?
— All right. It wasn't a crush, it was a dent.
— Phoebe? Do you have a plan?
— I don't even have a "pla."