Phoebe: (looking at a list of suggested uses for the van) Wow, you really wanted me to do something with this van! Y'know what? I want you to take the chef job.
Phoebe: Yeah. That's what you really want... Yeah, I don't want to be the reason you're unhappy. That would just make me unhappy--and I really don't want to be the reason I'm unhappy.
Phoebe: Besides, it might be kinda fun to form the new A-Team.