Phoebe: (to an elderly woman who's been following her, grabbing her ready-to-pay-off slot machines) Okay, lady... your lurking days are over!
Phoebe: Yeh! From now on, everyone you lurk? ...I'm gonna lurk first! You move on to someone else? ...I'm gonna be one step ahead of you, every single time! ...and then I'll be on your ass every hour of every day... 'til Monday... 'cause that's when I go home... When do you leave?
Lurker: Also Monday.
Phoebe: What time? Maybe we can share a cab.