Phoebe: I never had a bike of my own.
Phoebe: Well, we didn't have a lot of money, but the girl across the street had the best bike! It was pink... and it had rainbow-colored tassels hanging off the handle grips... and, and, and a bell... and this big, white wicker-basket with those plastic daisies stuck on...
Chandler: That sounds like my first bike.
(They all turn and look at him.)
Chandler: My dad gave me his old one.