"She's so young and immature, perhaps it's just a joke!" Rebecca joked to Horace. “What say you, Horace?"

Horace listened to their words for a headache, "Rebecca, I'll go and drive the car."

"All right, just go. Here, we'll wait for you.”

"What about you, Phoebe?" Rebecca asked after Horace had left. What plans do you have?"

"What plans can I have? A love relationship is something that can't be forced," Phoebe said, arching her eyebrows.

"Please stop acting this way in front of me. ...