Phoebe Quote #209
Chandler: Oh, hey.
Russ: I guess you guys heard, Rachel dumped me.
Chandler: Yeah, I'm sorry, man.
Russ: All she said was that I remind her too much of somebody. You have any idea who she's talking about?
[Chandler shakes his head]
Phoebe: Oh, I do. It's it's Bob Saget. She hates him.
Quote from Chandler
Chandler: You know, this is actually good, because if we ever lose Ross, we have a spare.
Quote from Ross
Ross: She's dating? She's dating.
Chandler: Yes. Yes, but did you see who she was dating?
Ross: What do you mean?
Monica: Do you not see it?
Ross: See what? I don't know what she sees in, in that goober. And it- And it takes him, what? Like, like, I don't know, uh, uh, hello, a week, to get out a sentence?
Chandler: Yeah, it's annoying, isn't it?
Ross: [stammering] Yeah.
Quote from The One with Phoebe's Birthday Dinner
Rachel: Well, now that everybody has ordered, I would like to start the celebration and make a toast to Phoebe. She dropped her sock.
Phoebe: Aw. What?
Rachel: No. No, Emma dropped her sock.
Monica: Mom's here? I wanted to have lunch with her today. She told me she was out of town.
Rachel: Ross, she still has not noticed that the baby's sock is on the ground.
Phoebe: It's a good toast.
Rachel: Look, will you please get her attention?
Ross: Oh. Mommy? Mother. [mouths] Sock.
Phoebe: Oh, for God's sake. Judy, pick up the sock! Pick up the sock! Pick up the sock!
Quote from The One with Rachel's Dream
Phoebe: My songs aren't good enough for your restaurant?
Rachel: Okay, we're still on that.
Monica: I didn't say your songs weren't good enough.
Phoebe: Well, then what's wrong with them? What, they don't go with your tiny portions of pretentious food?
Monica: Tiny portions?
Phoebe: Yeah, well, "Excuse me. I ordered the smoked salmon appetizer, but I can't see it. I can't see it."
Quote from The One with Joey's Bag
Frank Buffay: Well, you know, in my defense, I was a lousy father.
Phoebe: That's your defense?
Frank Buffay: Yes, it is. I burned the formula, and I put your diapers on backwards. I made up a song to sing to you, but that made you cry even more.
Phoebe: You make up songs?
Frank Buffay: Well, no, just that one. But it was stupid. Let's see, how did it go?
[singing to the tune of "Smelly Cat"] Sleepy girl, sleepy girl, Why won't you go to sleep? Sleepy girl, sleepy girl, You're keeping me up-