Rachel: So what'd you get?
Phoebe: Oh, well, all right. I got this, you know, "I want a job" sweater. And then I got these- These are apartment pants.
Rachel: Apartment pants?
Phoebe: Yeah, you've never heard of them?
Rachel: Of course, I've heard of them. Ross, what'd you get?
Ross: I got this... This.
Rachel: A Pashmina?
Ross: Yeah. I love these babies.
Rachel: Really? Ross, what's a Pashmina?
Ross: It's a rug.

Rachel: I cannot believe that. I mean, I don't really like it when Ross goes out with anyone, but my sister? Isn't that like incest or something? Oh, my God, and they're gonna have sex. Oh, no. And what if he marries her too? This is just terrible. This is just terrible. And I can't stop it. I don't own Ross, you know. And Jill should be able to do whatever it is that she wants to do. Oh, my God, I can't believe Ross is marrying my little sister.

Chandler: Come on. Don't take this personally. I just can't have sex with a sick person.
Monica: I'm with you, Chandler. I mean, I can't have sex with a sick person either. It's disgusting. But I'm not sick. Let me prove it to you. We are two healthy people in the prime of life.
Chandler: See, that's the thing, I would like to stay in the [in congested voice] "prime of life."