Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] "Smelly cat, smelly cat, What are they feeding you?" This chick sounds good. "Smelly cat"- Gunther, be a good little boy and bring me a whiskey.

Chandler: What do you say I go over there and tell her how much I like her? No, no, it'll be good. I can tell her how much I've been thinking of her. That I haven't stopped thinking about her since the moment we met. That I'm so fantastically over the top, want-to-slit-my-own-throat in love with her that for every minute of every hour of every day I can't believe my own damn bad luck that you met her first!
Joey: Well, that's pretty good. But you might want to tone it down a little.

Ross: Hello. What's this? Oh, right. It's that girl's phone number. There it is. Just a phone number a really hot girl gave me. It's no big deal. I mean, it is her home phone number, but... [drops the paper on Rachel's laps] Whoops. Almost lost this baby. The lovely Amanda gives me her number, and I go and drop it.
Phoebe: [gasps]
[Rachel hands Phoebe the paper as a tissue, Phoebe sneezes]
Phoebe: Thank you.