“Na cama, à noite, enquanto penso em meus pecados e em meus defeitos exagerados, fico tão confusa pela quantidade de coisas que tenho de analisar que não sei se rio ou se choro, dependendo do meu humor. Depois durmo com a sensação estranha de que quero ser diferente do que sou, ou de que sou diferente do que quero ser, ou talvez de me comportar diferente do que sou ou do que quero ser.”
Rachel:You really think I didn't say goodbye to you because I don't care?
Ross:That's what it seemed like.
Rachel:I cannot believe that after ten years you do not know one thing about me.
Ross:Fine, then why didn't you say something?
Rachel:Because it's too damn hard, Ross. I can't even begin to explain to you how much I'm gonna miss you. When I think about not seeing you everyday, it makes me not want to go, ok? So if you think that I didn't say goodbye to you because you don't mean as much to me as everybody else, you're wrong. It's because you mean more to me. So there, there's your goodbye!