Monica: Now, in regards to the toasts, okay, you wanna keep them short. Nothing kills a rehearsal dinner like long speeches. Okay. You just get in, do your thing, and get out.
Mike: Is that what you say to Chandler?
Monica: It's 2101, and I am not amused.

Monica: How hard is it to make an ice sculpture?
Phoebe: Ice sculpture? That sounds really fancy. I told you, I just want a simple wedding.
Monica: Please, honey, leave the details to me. Now, I wanna make this day as special for you as I can. Now, I was thinking the harpist should wear white.
Phoebe: Harpist? My friend Marjorie is playing the steel drums.
Monica: Oh, she backed out.
Phoebe: She did? Why?
Monica: I made her. Steel drums don't really say "elegant wedding." Nor does Marjorie's overwhelming scent.
Phoebe: Hey! She will shower when Tibet is free.

Joey: Hey, you're Mike's parents, right?
Bitsy: Yes, we are.
Joey: Gosh, our little ones are growing up fast, aren't they?
Theodore: How's that?
Joey: You know on the one hand, you're happy for them. But on the other hand, it's hard to let go.
Theodore: Who in God's name are you?
Joey: Hey, I'm not that fond of you either, buddy. But I'm just trying to be nice for the kids.