Ross: Phoebe used to mug people!
Monica: Seriously?
Phoebe: Well, I'm not proud of it. But, you know, sometimes, when I was living on the street, and I need money for food and stuff...
Monica: Phoebe, that is awful!
Phoebe: Well, I wasn't rich like you guys! I didn't eat gold and have a flying pony! I had a hard life. My mother was killed by a drug dealer.
Monica: Your mother killer herself!
Phoebe: She was a drug dealer!
Ross: I love marriage.
Phoebe: Seriously? You? Divorce-o?
Ross: If you have to call me a name, I prefer, "Ross, The Divorcer." It's just cooler.