Rachel: You pierced her ears? How could you do this without telling me?
Amy: Well, if I had told you, then it wouldn't have been a surprise, now would it?

Rachel: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Here comes Ross. He's gonna flip out.
Amy: Why, did something happen to his falafel cart?

Rachel: All I wanted to do was help you try to figure out what to do with your life. And this is how you repay me?
Amy: Well, I don't need you to help me. Because I already know what I'm gonna do with my life.
Rachel: Oh, yeah? Since when?
Amy: Since today. I am going to be a baby stylist.
Rachel: What?
Ross: That's not a thing!
Amy: Well, it should be. I'm going to help babies learn how to accessorize what colors to wear, what clothes are slimming.
Rachel: Babies don't care if they're slim!
Amy: Enter Amy.

Rachel: I kept trying to make you a better person, but you're- You're already a pretty perfect version of what you are.
Amy: Thank you. You gotta admit, Emma does look cute.
Rachel: Did you just say, "Emma"?
Amy: Oh, I'm sorry. Ella.

Rachel: So how's the baby-styling business going?
Amy: Not that great. It's almost as if people don't want to hear that their babies are ugly.
Rachel: That's shocking.
Amy: Oh. There's Ross. Hey, Ross. Hello, Ross? He's rude.

Rachel: Not marrying Barry was the best decision that I ever, ever made. Honey, Amy, you deserve true love. Your soul mate is out there somewhere. Someone that is your age, that is smart, that is fun and that you care about.
Amy: You're right. You're right. I'm gonna do it.
Rachel: Okay.
Amy: I'm gonna marry Myron and keep looking for Mr. Right.
Rachel: Okay, let's keep talking.