Chandler:
Phoebs, play with meeee.
Phoebe:
No. This game is grotesque. Twenty armless guys joined at the waist
by a steel bar, forced to play soccer forever. Ahh, hello, human-rights
violation.
Chandler:
Ya know Phoebs, don’t feel so bad for ’em. After they’re done
playing, I break out the little plastic women and everybody has a pretty
good time.