Phoebe: I remember when I first came to this city. I was fourteen. My mom had just killed herself and my step-dad was back in prison. And I got here, and I didn't know anybody. And I ended up living with this albino guy who was, like, cleaning windshields outside port authority, and then he killed himself, and then I found aromatherapy. (To Rachel) So believe me, I know exactly how you feel. (Pause)
Ross: (To Rachel) The word you're looking for is "anyway."