Monica: You look cute in bubbles.
Chandler: You're just all liquored up.
Joey: Hey, it's me. I'm coming in.
[Monica holds her breath, ducks under water]
Chandler: I've had a very long, hard day.
Joey: I'm going to go get some chicken? Want some?
Chandler: No, thanks. No chicken. Bye-bye then.
Joey: You sure? Some extra-crispy, dirty rice, beans?
Chandler: For the last time, no. Get out. Get out, Joey!
Joey: All right.
[Monica resurfaces]
Chandler: Are you okay? I'm sorry. He wouldn't leave. He kept asking me if I wanted chicken.
Monica: Chicken? I could eat some chicken.
Chandler: Hey, Joe. [Monica ducks again] Could I get a three-piece, some coleslaw, some beans and a Coke? Aah! Aah! Diet Coke.

[Gunther goes over to the guy Rachel asked out, he holds up a sign saying they reserve they right to refuse service to anyone]
Gunther: Get out.

Monica: Rachel, sweetie, look. Here's a really cute picture of you and Joey at the reception.
Rachel: Oh, he's married. Ross is married. I still can't believe it.
Monica: Oh. Honey, sweetie, by the edges.
Rachel: I mean, I'm just going have to accept it.
Monica: Oh.
Rachel: I mean, it's my fault.
Monica: Sweetie, edges! Fingers! Smudgy!
Rachel: Oh, my God! [Rachel licks the photo]