[
Rachel is on the phone]
Rachel:
Okay. [listens] Okay, daddy we’ll see you tomorrow night. [listens]
Okay bye-bye. [hangs up]
Rachel:
Are ah, having dinner with my Dad tomorrow night, I hope that’s
okay.
Ross:
Oh shoot, tomorrow’s not so good, I’m supposed to um, fall off the
Empire State building and land on a bicycle with no seat. Sorry.