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: All right, look, I need you at the rehearsal dinner tonight at 1800 hours.
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Okay. What time is that?
Monica: You don't know military time?
Phoebe: Well, I must have been in missile training the day they taught that.

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.