Rachel: Chandler wrote something about me on that paper and I want to see it!
Ross: Chandler, isn't that the short story you were writing?
Rachel: Short story? And I'm in it? I want to read it!
Ross, Joey, Chandler: NO!
Joey: Why don't you read it to her?
Chandler: It was summer... and it was hot. Rachel was there... A lonely grey couch…‘OH LOOK!’ cried Ned, and then the kingdom was his forever. The End.