"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 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. [S5E4] The One Where Phoebe Hates PB
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
"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!" Phoebe was staring down a jar of organic
Ross looked up from his newspaper, skeptical. "So, because of a 'sticky' dream, you now have a vendetta against a legume-based spread?"
"I’m telling you, it’s over," Phoebe announced, her voice trembling with betrayal. "We are no longer on speaking terms."
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.