Phoebe: Y'know, I bet it would actually make my grandmother very happy to know that we're trying to figure out her recipe. I bet she's lookin' up at us and smiling right now.
Ross: Looking *up*?
Phoebe: Oh, yeah. No, she was really nice to me - but she's in hell for sure.
Monica: Well, I've tried everything; I give up. I guess I'm not gonna be the mom who makes the world's best chocolate cookies. I do make the best duck confit with broccoli rabe. Kids love that, right?
Ross: Aww, Pheeb - come on; isn't there any relative that would have the recipe? What about - what about your sister?
Phoebe: Oh, no - no, no; I made a promise to myself that the next time I would talk to Ursula would be over my dead body. And that's not happening 'til October 15th, 2032.
Ross: That's the day you're gonna die? See - darn it, I've got shuffleboard that day.
Phoebe: That's what *you* think.
Monica: Well, I mean, what about friends of your grandmother's - wouldn't they have the recipe?
Phoebe: Well, y'know, I may have relatives in France who would know. My grandmother said she got the recipe from her grandmother, Nesele Toulouse.
Monica: What was her name?
Phoebe: Nesele Toulouse.
Monica: NESTLE TOLLHOUSE?
Phoebe: Oh, you Americans always butcher the French language!
Monica: [grabbing a bag of Nestle Tollhouse chocolate chips and tossing it] Phoebe, is *this* the recipe?
Phoebe: [reading the recipe on the back of the bag] Yes!... Ohhhh.
Monica: I cannot believe that I just spent the last two days trying to figure out the recipe, and it was in my cupboard the whole time!
Phoebe: I know! You see, it is stuff like this which is why
Phoebe: [looking down] you're burning in hell!