Phoebe: [in a French accent] Uh, excuse me? Uh, I am Regine Phalange. I was passing by when I heard this man speaking the regional dialect of my French town of ... Estée Lauder.
Casting Director: You really think this man is speaking French?
Phoebe: Ecoutez, je vais vous dire la vérité. C'est mon petit frère. Il est un peu retardé. Alors si vous pouviez jouer le jeu avec lui. [Listen, I'm going to tell you the truth. This is my little brother. He is a little retarded. So, if you could, just play along with him.]

Ross: Rach, I think I'm gonna wait out here because my throat is feeling a little scratchy, I don't wanna infect him.
Rachel: Ross, please, don't be so scared of him.
Ross: I am not scared of him, I'm really sick.
Nurse: He's still under sedation, so he's pretty much out.
Ross: I'm feeling better.

Phoebe: Alright, this seems pretty simple. Your first line is "My name is Claude." So, just repeat after me. Je m'appelle Claude.
Joey: "Je des coup plow".
Phoebe: Well, so let's try it again.
Joey: Okay.
Phoebe: Je m'appelle Claude.
Joey: "Je des plie bleu".
Phoebe: Huh, it's not quite what I'm saying.
Joey: Really? It sounds exactly the same to me.
Phoebe: It does? Really?
Joey: Yeah.
Phoebe: Alright, let's just try it again. Really listen.
Joey: Got it.
Phoebe: Je m'appelle Claude.
Joey: "Je des floop flee".
Phoebe: Oh, mon Dieu! [Oh, my God]
Joey: "Oh, des foof".