Joey: All right, look. If this is a big joke to you, forget about it. This means something to me.
If it doesn't mean anything to you, then get out of there. Otherwise, you're just an idiot in a box.
Chandler: You're right. I'm sorry. This means a lot to me. I want to be friends again. I swear I won't say another word.
Joey: So you'll take this seriously?
Chandler: Absolutely.
Joey: That sounds like another word to me. Are you going to take this seriously? [silence] Okay.

Chandler: Okay, did any of you pick Rachel for your Secret Santa? Because I want to trade for her.
Phoebe: I picked her. Oh, thank God you want her.
Chandler: Wow. Why do you want to get rid of her so badly?
Phoebe: Because she exchanges every gift she gets. It's, like, impossible to get her something she likes. Come on, let's trade.
Chandler: Well, that's not true. That's not true. I got her that backpack and she loved it. I remember she cried when that big dog ran off with- There was no big dog. All right, this sucks. I already got her a briefcase with "R.G." put on it. Her initials.

Monica: Fine. Judge all you want to. But married a lesbian, left a man at the altar, fell in love with a gay ice dancer, threw a girl's wooden leg in the fire, lives in a box.