Marshall: Hey, do you know how to do laundry?
Rachel: Hey, could you do me a favor? Could you hold my hand?
Marshall: Yeah. Sure, sure, sure.
Rachel: It's just... I'm having a panic attack and it usually goes away if I hold somebody's hand and I tell them I'm having a panic attack.
Marshall: OK. OK.
Rachel: I got... I gotta get outta here.
Marshall: Uh, no, no. It's OK. It's OK. Um, I'll distract you. Um, I'm studying music. What's your major?
Rachel: I don't know yet. I haven't decided.
Marshall: You haven't picked a major yet!?
(Frantically) God, what are you trying to do to me?