Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] I found you in my bed, How'd you wind up there? You are a mystery, Little black curly hair, Little black curly hair, Little black, little black, little black, Little black curly hair.

Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] Went to the store, Sat on Santa's lap, Asked him to bring my friends, All kinds of crap, Said all you need is, To write them a song, Now you haven't heard it yet, So don't try to sing along, No, don't sing along, Monica, Monica Have a happy Hannukah, Saw Santa Claus, He said hello to Ross, And please tell Joey, Christmas will be snowy, And Rachel and Chandler, [indistinct] Happy holidays, everybody!

Phoebe: This is so great.
Ross: Do you wanna explain that?
Phoebe: I mean, because when I was growing up, you know, my dad left and my mother died and my stepfather went to jail. So, I barely had enough pieces of parents to make one whole one. And here's this little baby who has, like, three whole parents who care about it so much that they're fighting over who gets to love it the most and it's not even born yet. It's just the luckiest baby in the whole world. I'm sorry. You were fighting.

Monica: No fair. I don't even have one. How come they get two?
Chandler: You'll get one.
Monica: When?
Chandler: Okay, I'll tell you what. When we're 40, if neither of us are married, what do you say you and I get together and have one?
Monica: Why won't I be married when I'm 40?
Chandler: Oh, no, no. No, I just meant hypothetically.
Monica: Okay, hypothetically, why won't I be married when I'm 40?
Chandler: No, no-
Monica: No, no, what is it? Seriously, is there something fundamentally unmarriable about me?
Chandler: Uh, uh-
Monica: Well?
Chandler: Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack.

Ross: This is so your fault.
Susan: How is this my fault?
Ross: Carol never threw me out of a room before you.
Susan: Yeah? Well, there's a lot of things Carol never did before I came along.
Ross: Are you trying to be clever?