Ross Quote #1038
Quote from Ross in The One with the Baby Shower
Rachel: Okay, I'm ready.
Ross: You sure?
Rachel: Yes. I've done my studying, and I really know my stuff.
Ross: All right, then. Rachel Green, let's play Bamboozled. How do you test the temperature of the baby's bathwater?
Rachel: Put your elbow in it.
Ross: Excellent. How do you put a baby down for a nap?
Rachel: Full, dry, on its back, and no loose covers.
Ross: That is correct. This is an audio question. What do you do when a baby makes this sound: [mimics baby crying]
Rachel: Check if it's wet. Check if it's hungry. Burp it.
Ross: Excellent. Excellent. Now do you want another question or a Wicked Wango Card?
Rachel: A card. A card. I pick a card.
Ross: Oh, I'm sorry. You've been Bamboozled. You're gonna be a terrible mother. I've lost sight of why we're doing this.
Friends Quotes
‘The One with the Baby Shower’ Quotes
Quote from Mrs. Green
Phoebe: All right, everybody. It's time to open the presents.
Monica: Yes, yes! And I think that the first gift that Rachel opens should be from the grandmother of the baby. Because you're the most important person in this room. And in the world!
Mrs. Green: Well, I don't have a gift because I wasn't invited until the last minute. But thank you so much, dear, for bringing that to everybody's attention.
Quote from Phoebe
Monica: It wasn't my fault. Phoebe was in charge of the invitations.
Phoebe: Well, I don't have a mother. So often I forget-
Monica: Oh, give it a rest.
Rachel: So my mother is not coming to my baby shower?
Phoebe: No. Neither is mine.
Quote from Mrs. Green
Monica: Wait a minute. If you're in charge of invitations, why am I the one that had to call her? Hello, Mrs. Green. Hi, it's Monica Geller.
Mrs. Green: Oh, hello, Monica.
Monica: Hi. I know this is last-minute, but we've decided to throw an impromptu baby shower for Rachel today.
Mrs. Green: I know. My daughters told me about it when they received their impromptu invitations a month ago.
Monica: Okay, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Mrs. Green: For what, dear? For not inviting me, or for lying about it?