(looks at Rachel. Long pause.) Paris has good baguettes.

(singing softly) "So pack your bags and bring your friends / The story never really ends / From New York rain to Paris skies / A group of weirdos... goodbyes are lies."

(stops strumming) Wait. If you go to Paris, who's going to be the pretty one who yells at the coffee shop manager when they get my order wrong? I can't do it. I'm too nice.