Rachel: Well, now that everybody has ordered, I would like to start the celebration and make a toast to Phoebe. She dropped her sock.
Phoebe: Aw. What?
Rachel: No. No, Emma dropped her sock.
Monica: Mom's here? I wanted to have lunch with her today. She told me she was out of town.
Rachel: Ross, she still has not noticed that the baby's sock is on the ground.
Phoebe: It's a good toast.
Rachel: Look, will you please get her attention?
Ross: Oh. Mommy? Mother. [mouths] Sock.
Phoebe: Oh, for God's sake. Judy, pick up the sock! Pick up the sock! Pick up the sock!

Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] I found you in my bed, How'd you wind up there? You are a mystery, Little black curly hair, Little black curly hair, Little black, little black, little black, Little black curly hair.

Phoebe: Hello!
Mike: Mom, Dad, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, these are my parents, Theodore and Bitsy.
Phoebe: [as Katharine Hepburn] Theodore, Bitsy. What a delight.
Bitsy: It's so nice to finally meet you.
Phoebe: And you. Your home is lovely.
Bitsy: Well, thank you. I'll give you a tour later. It's actually three floors.
Phoebe: Holy crap!

Monica: What happened? How did she die?
Phoebe: Well, okay, we were in the market and she bent down to get some yogurt and she just never came back up again.
Joey: Pheebs, I'm so sorry.
Phoebe: It was really sweet. The last thing she said to me was: "Okay, you go get the eggs and I'm going to get the yogurt, and we'll meet at the checkout counter." And you know what? We will meet at the checkout counter.

Phoebe: Oh, look! There's Monica and Chandler. Hey! Hey, you guys! Hey! Oh! Oh! Oh! Chandler and Monica! Chandler and Monica!
Rachel: Oh, my God!
Phoebe: Chandler and Monica!
Rachel: Oh, my God!
Phoebe: Oh, my eyes! My eyes!

Phoebe: No, no! I'll be nice, I swear. Could you just give me the number for where they are?
The Housekeeper: I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to divulge that information.
Phoebe: Okay, look. Somebody is on their way to ruin the wedding, and I have to warn somebody. All right. So if you don't give me that number, then I'm gonna come over there and I'm gonna kick your snooty ass all the way to New Gloucenshire! Hello? Hello? She knew I could kick her ass.

[loud knocking at Phoebe's door, followed by a beep]
Phoebe: Oh, my God! How did you get back here?
Fireman: Phoebe Buffay?
Phoebe: Fire Alarm?

Waiter: So, are we expecting the rest of our party shortly?
Phoebe: Yes, they are expected presently. Yeah. Their, um- Their arrival is in the offing.
Waiter: Right, we do have a table for two available. Perhaps you'd be more-
Joey: No, they're coming. We'll wait right here.
Phoebe: Oh, Joseph. One needn't worry. They shan't be long.
Waiter: It's just that we do have some large parties waiting.
Phoebe: Oh, one really does have a stick up one's ass, doesn't one?

Phoebe: My songs aren't good enough for your restaurant?
Rachel: Okay, we're still on that.
Monica: I didn't say your songs weren't good enough.
Phoebe: Well, then what's wrong with them? What, they don't go with your tiny portions of pretentious food?
Monica: Tiny portions?
Phoebe: Yeah, well, "Excuse me. I ordered the smoked salmon appetizer, but I can't see it. I can't see it."

Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] Went to the store, Sat on Santa's lap, Asked him to bring my friends, All kinds of crap, Said all you need is, To write them a song, Now you haven't heard it yet, So don't try to sing along, No, don't sing along, Monica, Monica Have a happy Hannukah, Saw Santa Claus, He said hello to Ross, And please tell Joey, Christmas will be snowy, And Rachel and Chandler, [indistinct] Happy holidays, everybody!