Ross looked up from his newspaper, skeptical. "So, because of a 'sticky' dream, you now have a vendetta against a legume-based spread?"
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.
"We have to tell her," Monica whispered harshly to Chandler behind a muffin. [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.
"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." Ross looked up from his newspaper, skeptical
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 ."
As she stormed out, Joey finally unscrewed the lid. "More for me," he muttered, while Monica and Chandler began frantically looking for superglue, praying the "peanut butter curse" didn't extend to home repairs. "Traitor
"That’s what they want you to think!" Phoebe grabbed her coat. "I’m going to go talk to the squirrels in the park. They need to know their cousins are being processed into a paste of lies."