Þyrfti allavega að vera í einhverju brjáluðu skapi til að gera það.
Annars segji ég nei, ég myndi fá svo mikið samviskubit yfir því - Eða:
PHOEBE: It's nothing, it's just- Okay. I'm going through my mail, and I open up their monthly, you know, STATEMENT
PHOEBE: - and there's five hundred extra dollars in my account.
CHANDLER: Oh, Satan's minions at work again…
PHOEBE: Yes, ‘cause now I have to go down there, and deal with them
JOEY: What are you talking about? Keep it!
PHOEBE: It’s not mine, I didn't earn it, if I kept it, it would be like stealing.
RACHEL: Yeah, but if you spent it, it would be like shopping!
PHOEBE: Okay. Okay, let's say I bought a really great pair of shoes. Do you know what I'd hear, with every step I took? ‘Not-mine. Not-mine. Not-mine.’ And even if I was happy, okay, and, and skipping- ‘Not-not-mine, not-not-mine, not-not-mine, not-not-mine’…
Ég veit að pointið mitt kom bara neðst.. en þú veist, varð að setja allt. :)
Ai, no mames!