Chandler: Ho, ho, ho.
Phoebe: Excuse me?
Chandler: Your pants.
Phoebe: Oh yeah. You like them? I went to a used-clothes store and got a bunch of maternity stuff. These are so comfortable.
Joey: Pheebs, those are Santa pants.
Phoebe: What?
Chandler: Santa pants. Santa Claus's pants.
Phoebe: Nuh-uh. No. They're maternity pants. Look, they even came with a list of baby names. See? These names are good, and these are bad. Oh.

Ross: I can ask her to live with me.
Chandler: Are you serious?
Ross: Why not? I mean, why not?
Chandler: Because you've only known her six weeks. Okay, I've got a carton of milk in my fridge I've had a longer relationship with.

Ross: Hey guys.
Chandler: Oh, my God.
Joey: What, we don't make enough fun of you already?
Ross: Oh, yeah. Emily convinced me to do it.
Chandler: You do know that Wham broke up?