Chandler: (reading the list) Drop off my dry cleaning. Pick up my vitamins. Teach me how to spell vitamins. Wear in my new jeans. Monica: (laughs) You realize what you are don’t you? Chandler: What? Monica: You’re his bitch. Phoebe: (yelling from Monica’s room) No-no!! No!! Monica: (panicked) Oh wait! You didn’t just sit on my Kit-Kats did you?!! Phoebe: No! There-there was a little, a little diff in the market and I lost 13 million dollars. Chandler: But the Kit-Kats are all right?! Phoebe: What am I gonna do?! What am I gonna do?! I can’t call my office they’ll kill me! I can’t call my clients they’ll kill themselves! Great, now my chest hearts. Monica: What?! Phoebe: (louder) My chest hurts! Oh, and now I-I can’t breathe. Chandler: Phoebe, are you having a heart attack?! Phoebe: Oh, if I were, would-would I have shooting pains up and down my left arm? Monica: Yes!! Phoebe: Then yes that is what I’m having. (Takes another puff of the cigarette.) Monica: Oh my God! Commercial Break [Scene: A hospital, Phoebe is recovering from her heart attack as Ross, Monica, and Chandler are there to comfort and support her.] Ross: Come on Pheebs, it’s not that bad! Y’know most people would be excited if they didn’t have to work for a couple of weeks. Phoebe: Most people don’t like their jobs, I love my job! I have not been working for three hours and I’m already going crazy. I miss Joan. Monica: Honey, having a heart attack is nature’s way of telling you to slow it down. Chandler: I always thought having a heart attack was nature’s way of telling you to die! (Phoebe glares at him.) But you’re not gonna die. I mean, you are going to die, but you’re not gonna die today. I wish I was dead. Monica: Let’s take a walk. (They start to leave.) Y’know maybe you should consider writing for Talking Out of Your Ass magazine! (They exit.) Phoebe: (To Ross) So what’s going on with you? Ross: Well umm, I’ve been doing a lot more of my kara-tay. Phoebe: Still going through that dry spell wit...