Phoebe: Mr. Heckles, no. No one is making any noise up here.
Mr. Heckles: You're disturbing my oboe practice.
Phoebe: You don't play the oboe.
Mr. Heckles: I could play the oboe.
Phoebe: Then I'm gonna have to ask you to keep it down.

Ross: So how many more do you have tomorrow?
Chandler: Two. This photographer who seemed really dull and this actor guy who I'm not sure about. Because when he called and I answered the phone, "Chandler Bing", he said, "Whoa, short message!"

Chandler: I'm never gonna find a roommate. Ever.
Phoebe: Nobody good?
Chandler: Well, let's see. There was the guy with the ferrets. That's plural. The spitter. Oh, yes, and the guy who enjoyed my name so much he made a little noise every time he said it. "Nice to meet you, Chandler Bing. Bing!" "Great apartment, Chandler Bing. Bing!"