Phoebe: (thinking while giving a massage to Rick) Okay, baseball. Rick, playing baseball. Okay, slides into second, maybe even his pants come down a little… Oh, no, wait no, no! No! Okay, all right, sandwiches, sandwiches. Umm, okay, on a plate, maybe Rick's pants come down a little. No! No! Okay, Chandler! Okay, Chandler--ooh, that's working!