Rachel : I got off the plane.
Ross : You got off the plane.
Rachel : I do love you.
Ross : I love you too, and I'm never letting you go again.
Rachel : Okay. 'Cause this is where I wanna be, okay? No more messing around. I don't wanna mess this up again.
Ross : Me neither, okay? We are - we're done being stupid.
Rachel : Okay. You and me, alright? This is it.
Ross : This is it. Unless we're on a break.
(Rachel gives him a look.)
Ross : Don't make jokes now.