The One Where Phoebe Hates Pb — [s5e4]

Phoebe slapped his hand away. "No! It’s the energy, Joey. I had a dream last night that my grandmother’s spirit tried to visit me, but she couldn't get through because the air was too... sticky ."

"You and the peanut butter?" Joey asked, reaching for the jar. "Because if you’re done, I’m just starting. We’re in the honeymoon phase."

The situation peaked when Rachel walked in with a Thai peanut salad. Phoebe gasped, pointing a finger at the bowl. "Traitor! You’re eating the glue of the devil!" "Phoebe, it’s just lunch," Rachel sighed. [S5E4] The One Where Phoebe Hates PB

The gang was gathered at Central Perk, but the usual cozy vibe was replaced by a thick, palpable tension. Phoebe was staring down a jar of organic peanut butter on the coffee table as if it were a sentient villain.

Ross looked up from his newspaper, skeptical. "So, because of a 'sticky' dream, you now have a vendetta against a legume-based spread?" Phoebe slapped his hand away

"It’s not just a spread, Ross! It’s a conspiracy of the earth!" Phoebe stood up, pacing. "Think about it. It sticks to the roof of your mouth so you can’t scream for help. It’s the silence of the nuts!"

"I’m telling you, it’s over," Phoebe announced, her voice trembling with betrayal. "We are no longer on speaking terms." I had a dream last night that my

"We have to tell her," Monica whispered harshly to Chandler behind a muffin.