Shrink Boyfriend:
Come on, tell me about it.
Phoebe:
[Lies down]
Well, it's my friends. They have a liking problem. With you. In that... they don't.
Shrink Boyfriend:
Oh.
Phoebe:
But I do! Me, Phoebe.
Shrink Boyfriend:
Well, I can't say I'm surprised. It's what I've come to expect from this kind of co-dependent, dysfunctional group dynamic, this sitting around in your Coffee House drinking from Cups which, I'm sorry, may as well have nipples on them! Saying "Oh, define me, define me! Love me, I need love!"
[they break up]
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