Phoebe Buffay: It's nothing. I'm fine. It's just... It's my friends. They have a liking problem with you... in that they don't.

Roger: They don't?

Phoebe Buffay: But they don't see all the wonderfulness that I see. They don't see all the good and sweet stuff. They think you're a little...

Roger: What?

Phoebe Buffay: Intense and creepy.

Roger: Oh.

Phoebe Buffay: But I don't. Me, Phoebe.

Roger: I'm not at all surprised about that.

Phoebe Buffay: You do? That's why you're so great.

Roger: It's quite typical behavior... when you have this kind of dysfunctional group dynamic. You know, this kind of codependent, emotionally stunted... sitting in your stupid coffeehouse, with your stupid big cups... which might as well have nipples on them. And you're all like, "Oh, define me! Define me! Love me! I need love!"