Ross: (to the ticket agent) Hi, I need a ticket...
Phoebe: Just one? I drive you all the way down here, and I don't get to see how it works out?
Ross: Fine, two tickets, I need two tickets!
Phoebe: We're on our honeymoon.
Ticket Agent: And the destination?
Ross: I don't care! Whatever's the cheapest.
Phoebe: (sweetly) I'm so lucky I married you.