Phoebe: Have fun. Oh wait, no, don't! I forgot I am totally against that
now.
Joey: What? Me having a job?
Phoebe: No, no, I am against innocent trees being cut down in their prime,
and their, their corpses grotesquely dressed in like tinsel and twinkly
lights. [to Joey] Hey, how do you sleep at night?
Joey: Well, I'm pretty tired from lugging the trees around all day. Hey,
Phoebe listen, you got this all wrong. Those trees were born to be
Christmas trees, their fulfilling their life purpose, by, by making people
happy.
Phoebe: Really?
[Phoebe turns and looks at Monica, while Joey frantically motions to Chandler
to help him out.]
Chandler: Yes. Yes, and ah, ah, the trees are happy too, because for most
of them, it's the only chance to see New York.
