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.

Chandler: Well, you don't look good, Joe.
Joey: Well, the fridge broke, so I had to eat everything. Cold cuts, ice cream, limes. And hey, what was in that brown jar?
Chandler: That's still in there?
Joey: Not anymore.

Monica: [on the phone] Hello? 8th Street Deli?
Joey: Hey, hang up. You get food poisoning just talking to that place.
Monica: Sorry, wrong number.
Chandler: Here you go, babe.
Monica: [phones again] Hello? It's the deli again!
Joey: All right, I'll have a sandwich.

Joey: Anyway, it wasn't the robot. It was the guy who controls him. He doesn't like me. He had C.H.E.E.S.E. knock over the sandwich table right when I was reaching for one.
Phoebe: So why don't you just get him fired?
Joey: I may have to. I mean, I hate to do it. But I'm the star, you know? There's a limit to how many sandwiches I can eat off the floor.

Joey: This is impossible, Monica. Why don't you just pick all 15?
Monica: There were only 12.
Joey: Oh, yeah, I added 3.
Monica: What are "peanut-butter fingers"?
[Joey mimes sticking two fingers into a jar of peanut butter and licking it off]

Joey: Man, I'm starving. What the hell was I thinking at dinner? "Do you want soup or salad?" Both, always order both.

Ross: Remember how Chandler and Phoebe blew us off yesterday?
Joey: No.
Ross: Remember, you were eating pizza?
Joey: Yeah.

Hayley: What a great dinner.
Joey: Yeah. Thanks again for letting me have that last piece of cake at the restaurant.
Hayley: You're welcome again. I'm gonna go make some coffee. Can I get you anything?
Joey: Do you have any cake?

Joey: What's going on?
Ross: I made her tuna with pickle.
Joey: Pickle? Pickle makes her sick. Giving her pickle is like giving me salad.

Joey: Hey, no matter what happens with Ross and Emily we still get cake, right?