Ross: Aw, Pheebs, c'mon... Isn't there any relative that would have the recipe? What about, what about your sister?
Phoebe: Oh, no-no-no. I made a promise to myself that the next time I would talk to Ursula is over my dead body. And that's not happening 'til October 15th, 2032.
Ross: That's the day you're gonna die? See, darn it, I've got shuffleboard that day.
Phoebe: (wryly) That's what you think.