Monica: And Phoebe you're going to be with your grandmother.
Phoebe: Yeah, and her boyfriend. But we're celebrating Thanksgiving in December because he's lunar.

Monica: I'm cooking for him Monday, kind of an audition. Phoebe, he wants you here, which will be great as you can make yummy noises.
Rachel: What are you gonna make?
Phoebe: Yummy noises.
Rachel: And Monica what are you going to make?

Phoebe: Oh, my God! This is huge! This is, this is bigger than huge. This is, like, all right, what's bigger than huge?
Joey: This?
Phoebe: Yes.

Phoebe: I miss Rose.
Chandler: Oh, yeah?
Phoebe: I know it's kind of weird, but she was a big part of my life there. You know, I don't know, I feel kind of alone.
Woman: You know, I couldn't help overhearing what you just said. I think it's time for you to forget about Rose, move on with your life. How about we go get you a drink?
Phoebe: Okay. So nice.

Phoebe: The off-Broadway-play people said that you were "pretty but dumb."
Joey: Oh.
Phoebe: Oh, no wait. I'm sorry. That's "pretty dumb."

Phoebe: [singing] My sticky shoes, My sticky, sticky shoes, Why you stick on me? Baby.
Thanks for the lights, honey.

Phoebe: So, I need to write some depressing stuff to go with my new bluesy voice. But nothing that sad has ever really happened to me.
Monica: How about your mom dying? Or having to live on the streets when you were 14?
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, I could write about the time my hair did that whoo-hoo thing.

Phoebe: [singing] And I'm still waiting For my papier-mache man.
Thank you, my babies.

Monica: Who is it?
Allesandro: It's Allesandro, from Allesandro's.
Monica: Oh, my God.
Allesandro: I want to talk to you about your review.
Monica: Call me on the phone.
Allesandro: What? So you can hang up on me?
Monica: I'll never going to let you up, so just go away.
Allesandro: Just give me a chance to-
Phoebe: Do you need to get in? Here you go.
Monica: No, Phoebe.
Phoebe: Hey, Monica.

Monica: So now I'm not allowed to fire him?
Phoebe: You can't fire him and dump him in the same day, he'll kill himself.
Monica: Well then, I'll fire him today and you go out with him for another week.
Phoebe: Are you kidding? Another week with that sip, I'll kill myself.