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."

Ross: Hi, this is Ross Geller in suite 206. I seem to have forgotten a couple of things. Could you have some complimentary toiletries sent up to my room? Thank you. Okay, a toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, mouthwash, deodorant, dental floss, Band-Aids, shaving cream, after shave. And I feel like I'm forgetting something. Is there anything else you have that I haven't asked for already? Yeah, go ahead, send up some tampons.

Monica: Okay, quick question. By a show of hands how many of you were bothered by this woman's singing outside?
Phoebe: Okay, okay. How many of you enjoyed the music outside?
Monica: All right, let me ask you this question. How many of you thought the music was fine but not in keeping with the tone of the restaurant?
Phoebe: Okay, well, who identified this restaurant's tone as "pretentious-comma-garlicky"?
Monica: Okay, who thinks the food is delicious and a little pretension never hurt anyone?
Phoebe: Okay, well, all right, who thinks the food is fine, the music was fine but your evening was ruined by this incessant poll-taking?