Joey: I can't believe it's Christmas already. You know, one day you're eating turkey, the next thing you know your Iords are a-leaping and geese are a-laying.
Chandler: Which is why geese are so relaxed this time of year.

Phoebe: Gram? Can I see the pictures of my dad again?
Frances: Oh, sure, sure. How come?
Phoebe: Just, you know, to see him.
Frances: Oh, sure. Here. This is the one of your father in a meadow. And, uh, helping a little boy fly a kite. And here he is at a graduation. Another graduation. Another graduation.
Phoebe: Okay, is this really my father?
Frances: Is it really your fa-? Well, of course it is.
Phoebe: I smell smoke. Maybe because someone's pants are on fire!

Phoebe: In all the years we've been grandmother and granddaughter you've never lied.
Frances: All right, that is not your father. That's just a picture of a guy in a frame.
Phoebe: Oh, God.
Frances: It was your mother's idea. She didn't want you to know your real father because it hurt her so much when he left. I didn't want to go along with it. But then, well, she died and it was harder to argue with her. Not impossible, but harder.