Monica: Okay, so I'm responsible. I'm organized. But hey, I can be a kook!
Ross: All right, you madcap gal! Try to imagine this. The phone bill arrives, but you don't pay it right away.
Monica: Why not?
Ross: Because you're a kook! Instead, you wait until they send a notice.
Monica: I could do that.
Rachel: Okay. Okay, then you let me go grocery shopping and I buy laundry detergent, but it's not the one with the easy-pour spout.
Monica: Why would someone do that? One might wonder.
Chandler: Someone's left a glass on the coffee table. There's no coaster. It's a cold drink. It's a hot day. Little beads of condensation are inching closer and closer to the surface of the wood.
Monica: Stop it! Oh, my God! It's true. Who am l?
Ross: Monica, you're Mom.
Monica: Oh!
[Phoebe imitates the stabbing sound from "Psycho" again]