Jill: Were you this cute in high school?
Ross: Oh, stop.
Jill: No, you stop.
Ross: No, you stop.
Phoebe: Okay, okay. Why don't I sit here and then you'll both stop it.

Jill: I mean, he's nice. He's the kind you're friends with, but not the kind you date. I mean, he's the kind you date, because you did. But me? Not so much.

Jill: I don't know. You know, he's just a little bookish.
Rachel: Are you saying he's a geek?
Jill: You think so too?
Rachel: No. Ross is not a geek.
Jill: Then let's just say he's not my type.
Rachel: Handsome is not your type? Smart, kind, good kisser. What, those things aren't on your list? Ross is a great guy. You'd be lucky to be with him.
Jill: Well, okay. If it means that much to you, then I'll just ask him out

Jill: This is where Ross and I are meeting for our date. So, what do you think?
Rachel: I don't like it.
Jill: Really?
Rachel: It's kind of slutty.
Jill: It's yours.
Rachel: Yeah, well, I'm a slut.
Jill: Me too.

Ross: I don't think charging new clothes to your dad qualifies as making it on your own.
Jill: Oh, Mr. Scientist has to get all technical.

Phoebe: Seriously, I don't think Rachel's going to think it's a good idea.
Jill: So who made her queen of the world?
Phoebe: I would love that job.

Jill: Oh, my gosh, that was so lame. Like a Pashmina could be a rug.
Ross: Oh, yeah? Well, how about you with the [in falsetto voice] "I'm sorry."
Jill: Shut up. I wasn't like that at all.

Jill: You know what might cheer me up?
Ross: What?
Jill: Seeing some more of your super cool slides.
Ross: Wow, really?
Jill: Totally. I loved them. And maybe you could finish telling me about all the different kinds of sand.
Ross: I'd love to. Wait right here, I'll go get the projector and my notes.

Jill: All right, I'm leaving. Because I'm not going to spend one more day with someone who's out to sabotage my every move. That's you, Rachel.
Rachel: Yeah, I got that.
Jill: And you. I throw myself at you and you say no? How gay are you?
Ross: You take care, Jill.

Jill: I just can't believe him. I mean, how does he expect me to buy stuff?
Rachel: Well maybe, you just, uh, you won't buy stuff for a while.
Jill: I don't understand.