Joey: Rach, these are for you.
Rachel: Wiper blades! I don't even have a car.
Joey: No, but with this new-car smell, you'll think you do!
Chandler: Okay, Pheebs, your turn.
Phoebe: Oh, toilet-seat covers! Is that what you did while I was getting gas? You guys!
Joey: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet Tooth.
Ross: You got me a cola drink?
Chandler: And a lemon-lime!
Ross: Well, this is too much. I feel like I should get you another sweater.
Chandler: And last, but not least. [Chandler hands Monica a pack of condoms]
Joey: They're ribbed for your pleasure! [Ross gives Monica his drinks, takes the condoms]