Mike: (to Phoebe when meeting Rita) Why don't you introduce me?
Phoebe: (after some hesitation) Uh, Rita? This is my husband...
Rita: (shakes Mike's hand) Oh!
Mike: (to Phoebe) Why don't you tell her my name...?
Phoebe: (embarrassed) Okay, I will. This is... This is my husband... Crap Bag.
Rita: (nodding uncertainly) Crap Bag?
Mike: (deadpan) If you need an easy way to remember it, just think of a bag of crap.