Janice: By the way, Chandler, I cut you out of all of my pictures. So if you want, I have a bag with just your heads.
Chandler: That's okay.
Janice: Are you sure, really? Because, you know, you could make little puppets out of them and you could use them in your Theater of Cruelty!

Lorraine: Hi, Joey. Well, well! Look what you brought! Very nice.
Chandler: And what did you bring?
Lorraine: She's checking her coat. I'm gonna go wash the cab smell off of my hands. Would you get me a white zinfandel, and a glass of red for Janice?
Chandler: Janice? Janice!?
Janice: Oh, my God!

Janice: Just us?
Chandler: Urgh, what a crappy night!
Janice: Although, I have enjoyed the fact that your shirt's been sticking out of your zipper ever since you came back from the bathroom. [laughs]