Joey: "We've got three minutes till the reactor blows. "We're never going to make it!"
Phoebe: "You've got to get out of here! Save yourself!"
Joey: "No, I won't leave you."
Phoebe: "Don't worry about me. I'm a robot. I'm just a machine!"
Joey: "No, you're not. Not to me."
Phoebe: Oh, my God.
Joey: What?
Phoebe: I am extremely talented.
Joey: Yeah, yeah. You're great. Okay, let's take it from-
Phoebe: No, I mean, I was really acting my ass off.
Joey: I thought I was pretty good, too.
Phoebe: Yeah, you're solid. You're just no me.
Joey: You know what? I think that's enough for now. I don't want to be over-rehearsed.
Phoebe: Fine. I'll do it without you. I don't need you or anybody else. I'm gonna make it on my own. You'll see! You'll all see!

Chandler: So, what's this thing you're auditioning for?
Joey: It's a new TV show. Yeah. I'm up for the part of Mac, Machiavelli, or "Mac"! Yeah, I'm a detective and I solve crimes with the help of my robot partner. He's a computerized humanoid electronically enhanced, secret enforcer. Or, "C.H.E.E.S.E."
Rachel: So, Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E.?
Joey: That's the title! You know, they really lucked out that the initials spell "cheese."
Chandler: That is lucky.

Chandler: I wrote it. I wrote it on the board. I wrote it down, then went looking all over New York for you. I went to Ross's, the coffee house, I went to any place that they make sandwiches.