Phoebe: I am against innocent trees being cut down in their prime, and their, their corpses grotesquely dressed in, like, tinsel and twinkly lights. Hey, how do you sleep at night?
Joey: Well, I'm pretty tired from lugging the trees around all day... Hey, Phoebe, listen... you got this all wrong. Those trees were born to be Christmas trees. They're fulfilling their life purpose, by, by making people happy.
Chandler: (with prompting from Joey) Yes! Yes, and uh, uh, the trees are happy too, because for most of them, it's their only... chance to see New York.