Monica: All right, here we go. We've got salmon roulettes and assorted crudites.
Joey: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Monica. What are you doing? This is a poker game. You can't serve food with more than one syllable. It's got to be like chips or dip or pretz-

Rachel: Can you believe what a jerk Ross was being?
Monica: Yeah, I know. He can get really competitive.
Phoebe: [laughs]
Monica: What?
Phoebe: "Hello, kettle? This is Monica. You're black!"
Monica: Please! I'm not as bad as Ross. I beg to differ.
Rachel: Oh, I beg to differ. The Pictionary incident?
Monica: That was not an incident. I was gesturing and the plate slipped out of my hand.

Rachel: Guys, guess what?
Chandler: Ah, what could it be? The fifth dentist caved, and now they're all recommending Trident?