Transcript:
Phoebe: I get it, The tree is pretty and sparkly, like you. But don't be jealous. The tree's not my best friend. Also, my dad didn't chop you with an axe, and he won't put you in the compost next week.
Marigold: Thank him for me.
Phoebe: Will do.
I’m jealous of Phoebe. She can watch TV with her friend…while lying on her.