Monica: (as Chandler and Monica enter their apartment) Chandler, we said we would meet at the coffeehouse at six.
Chandler: We said seven.
Monica: We said six.
Chandler: The only way that I said "six", would be if I said the sentence, "Let's meet at seven... not at six!"
Monica: Yeah, and if I had said "seven", maybe I would have said something like this... "Wow! My boyfriend is such a wise-ass! Seven!"
Phoebe: (spins around in the barcalounger) Hi!
Chandler: Oh, my good God!
Phoebe: I know what time you said!
Phoebe: Well, actually... I know what time "Chester" and "Marsha" said...
Monica: What time?
Phoebe: Quite an interesting turn of events... Suddenly it's my book to the rescue, huh? (looking through her book) Ooh. Very interesting. Yeah, well, this certainly clears things up.
Chandler: (exasperated) What does it say?!
Phoebe: I will tell you as soon as you thank me for writing my book.
Chandler: Thank you for writing your book... it's, it's a great book... and you are the queen... of everything.
Phoebe: Thanks! So are you!
Chandler: (aside to Monica) I told you I should not wear this color!
Phoebe: (reading from her book) "Monic... Marsha and Chester are planning on seeing a movie Sunday night. Marsha thinks they're supposed to meet at six. Chester thinks it's at seven."
Chandler: (incredulous) So... you knew we were gonna miss the movie?!
Phoebe: (smugly) That's right!
Monica: Instead of telling us, you decided to write it in your stupid book?!
Phoebe: (writing in her book) "Marsha and Chester are mad at Phyllis..."