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.