Ross: (to Rachel) See, Amanda and I have a--
Monica: You have nothing! You're not even going out! You're her babysitter. You have a twelve-year-old girl's job!
Rachel: (laughing) That is so sad...
Monica: And what are you laughing at, Miss My-keg-sucking-boyfriend-is-stealing-from-me? Would you both please start acting like adults? ...and give me my cough drops?!