ell, um . . . I don't know.  I mean, for a long time nothing.  But 
  you know, actually right before you picked me up, Ross and I had a . . . ah 
  . . . little thing.</p>
<p>PHOEBE: Oh my God!  I love things.  What happened?</p>
<p>RACHEL: Well, um, first he told me he liked how I looked.  And, ah, then we 
  had a little . . . um . . . eye-contact.</p>
<p>PHOEBE: Eye-contact?</p>
<p>RACHEL: Mm-hmm.</p>
<p>PHOEBE: I hope you were using protection.</p>
<p>WAITER: (with tray and two drinks)  Excuse me