Monica, look what I got to wear when I play at your restaurant! [Showcases a top hat and hand-held glasses] This might class up 'The Ballad of the Uncircumcised Man'!
Phoebe, maybe I wasn't clear before...I love listening to your music here, but my restaurant is an upscale place!
I'll ask the butler to fetch my diamonds out of the vault!
It's not what you wear, it's your songs! I don't think you should play at the restaurant anymore!
[disappointed] Oh...OK. I'll take the hat back. [puts the hat back in the bag and stamps on it]
[After a pause] So...the funniest thing happened at work...
[Interrupting, to Monica] My songs aren't good enough for your restaurant?!
We're still on that!
I didn't say that!
Then what's wrong with them? They don't go with your tiny portions of pretentious food?
Tiny portions?!
"Excuse me, I ordered the smoked salmon appetizer, but [Wears the glasses] I cahn't see it! I cahn't see it!"
It's not about quantity!
It's not about quality!
You want to talk quality? Ever heard of a key?! It's what some people sing in!!
At least my songs don't taste like garlic! [Monica opens her mouth] There are other ingredients!
So that's what we're doing?! When I'm in the coffee house bopping along to one of your songs, I'm wearing earplugs!
Earplugs, or cloves of garlic?
[Gets up abruptly] I take back what I said before! You keep playing, because with your music driving people inside, my bar sales have gone up like crazy!
What are they having? The GARLIC MARTINI?!






