Ross: (being nonchalant) You, uh... wanted to see me?
Rachel: (matter-of-factly) Yeah. Uh, here's a box of your stuff...
Rachel: Oh, y'know, it's just like hats, and a shirt, and CDs... just some stuff that you've left here.
Ross: What are you doing? Are you trying to hurt me or something?
Rachel: No... Ross, it, it just seems that, y'know, it's time we... we move on.