Mischa: [to Monica] And the vet said it was time. And so from half a world away, while my Mother held the phone to his ear, I said good bye to my dog. In seven languages.
Monica: Oh. [to Phoebe] Can I have a tissue?
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, sure. I just hope you, hope you don’t accidentally suck it up through your nose and choke on it.