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Monica: I'm sorry, why is this girl going to call me? 

Mrs. Geller: Oh, she just graduated, and she wants to be something in cooking, or food, or.... I don't know. Anyway, I told her you had a restaurant. 

Monica: No Mom, I don't have a restaurant, I work in a restaurant. 

Mrs. Geller: Well, they don't have to know that... (She starts to fluff the same pillow Monica fluffed multiple times earlier.) 

Monica: Ross, could you come and help me with the spaghetti, please? 

Ross: Yeah. (They go to the kitchen.) 

Mrs. Geller: Oh, we're having spaghetti! That's.... easy. 

Monica: I know this is going to sound unbelievably selfish on my part, but, were you planning on bringing up the whole baby/lesbian thing? Because I think it might take some of the heat off me.