Chandler: You know, I was thinking what if l unpack here?
Monica: Then all your stuff would be here.
Chandler: Well, what if all my stuff was here?
Monica: Then you'd be going back and forth all the time. I mean, it doesn't make any sense.
Chandler: Okay. What if we live together, and you understand what I'm saying?

Monica: I can't believe Ross and Rachel got married.
Joey: I know! I didn't even know they were dating again.
Chandler: Well, I don't think they are as much dating as they are two bottles of vodka walking around in human form.

Ross: Why are we in bed together?
Rachel: I don't know. Do you have any clothes on?
Ross: Yes.
Rachel: Really?
Ross: No. But we didn't have ... sex, did we? I mean, I don't remember much about last night. It was such a blur.
Rachel: Oh, I remember laughing. I laughed a lot.
Ross: Then we didn't have sex.

Rachel: Oh, I mean, we were really drunk. I'm just glad we didn't do anything stupid.
Ross: Tell me about it. [Ross has "Just Married" written on his back]

Joey: Morning, Pheebs. Well, my movie has been officially canceled.
Phoebe: Joey, I'm so sorry. You want some of my breakfast?
Joey: Nah, I'm too depressed to eat. I'll probably eat in, like, five minutes.

Joey: What's up?
Chandler: Monica and I almost got married last night.
Joey: My God. That's huge. Wait a minute. Why wasn't I invited? And who was gonna be your best man? Don't say Ross. Do not say Ross.

Chandler: Are we gonna talk about what you guys did last night or...?
Rachel: What do you mean "last night"? Nothing happened last night.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Ross invited us all to watch.
Monica: Rach, we weren't gonna miss our friends getting married.
Rachel: Oh! Who got married?
Chandler: You did.
Rachel: What?
Ross: Wait, hello. We didn't get married.
Rachel: No, we didn't get married. That's ridi-- [both gasp]
Ross: Wait, wait, wait. I remember being in a chapel. But they would not let us get married when we were that drunk.
Joey: They let you get married when you're drunk. Most people who get married in Vegas are drunk.
Phoebe: Yeah, I'm drunk right now. What I can't have a mimosa with breakfast? I'm on vacation.

Monica: I can't believe I actually rolled an eight.
Chandler: That was so unlikely. Well, let's get married. I guess.

Chandler: We're doing the right thing, right?
Monica: Oh, of course we are. We left it up to fate. If we were supposed to get married, there would be a clear-cut sign. [the elevator door opens to reveal a reverend holding a bible]

Phoebe: Okay, you have 19 questions left. Use them wisely. Come on, Joey. You can't win if you don't ask any ... [shouting] questions!