Phoebe: I am sorry, I just, I have a thing, which means you can not ever do that. 抱歉，我只是，我有点儿忌讳，就是你永远都不可以再这么做。
Mrs. Tribbiani: That's sweet. Could I take her? 嘴巴真甜，我能斗得过她吗？
Mrs. Tribbiani: I know you did, cookie. Oh, I know you did. So tell me. Did you see her? 我知道，告诉我，你见过她没？
Joey: Ma, I'm sorry. I just did what I thought you would want. 妈，对不起，我以为自己做了你想做的事。
Mrs. Tribbiani: Well don't be, because now everything's screwed up. I just want it the way it was. 不需要，因为现在全搞砸了，我只想一起照旧。
Joey: Ma, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but...what the hell are you talking about? I mean, what about you? 妈，恕我直言，你到底在说什么？我是说，你怎么办？
Mrs. Tribbiani: Always yelling, always yelling nothing made him happy, nothing made him happy, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he's happy. I mean, it's nice. He has a hobby. 总是大吼大叫，没能让他开心的，那个小木屋商店，那个愚蠢的瓶中船，没东西能让他开心。但现在他开心了，这样也好，他总算有个嗜好。
Joey: So then how could you I mean, how could you? ! 那么你怎么能？你怎能…
Mrs. Tribbiani: Of course I knew! What did you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard some of his cover stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's," I mean, what is that? Please! 我当然知道，你认为呢？，你爸又不是詹姆士邦德，你应该听一听他编造的故事。“我在会计这儿睡”， 那是什么？拜托！
Mrs. Tribbiani: I came to give you this and this. 我拿这个来给你，还有这个。