(Monica gives Rachel a huge display dish to take with her when she moves out)
Monica: (hauntingly) Something to remember me by...
Rachel: Mon, honey, you're not dying. I'm just moving out. Y'know, we're gonna see each other all the time.
Monica: But still, it's a big change. The end of an era... you might say.
Rachel: Are you okay? You're not blinking.
Monica: I'm fine. I'm just thinking about how it's an end of an era.
Rachel: Oh, alright. But y'know, I gotta say... I don't think six years counts as an era.
Monica: An era is defined as a significant period of time. Now, it was significant for me, maybe it wasn't significant to you!
Rachel: What's is the matter with you?
Monica: What's is the matter with you?! Why aren't you more upset?! Aren't you gonna be sad that we're not living together anymore?! I mean, aren't you gonna miss me at all?!