Joey: Where is the waitress? I'm starving.
Chandler: It's a buffet, man.
Joey: Oh, here's where I win all my money back!

Monica: Anyway, it just doesn't seem worth it to make a whole turkey for just three people. Okay, it's a lot of work.
Joey: But you gotta have turkey on Thanksgiving. I mean, Thanksgiving with no turkey is like Fourth of July with no apple pie. Or Friday with no two pizzas.
Monica: Fine, if it means that much to you. But there's gonna be a ton left over.
Joey: No, there won't. I promise I will finish that turkey.
Monica: All right. You're telling me you can eat almost an entire turkey in one sitting?
Joey: That's right. Because I'm a Tribbiani. This is what we do. I mean, we may not be great thinkers or world leaders. We don't read a lot or run very fast. But damn it, we can eat!

Phoebe: Something's missing. Okay, let me see the ring that my friend picked out.
Jeweler: Where's the 1 920s princess-cut ring?
Sales Woman: I just sold it to that gentleman.
Phoebe: Oh, my God. Wait, stop. [Alarm blares, iron bars trap Phoebe] Let me out! Now! [Phoebe aims the musket at the jeweler]

Ross: What was the deal with you and Chandler blowing us off before?
Phoebe: That was so weird, huh?
Ross: Why did you do it?
Phoebe: I didn't do it. It was Chandler. He's mad at you.
Ross: What? Why?
Phoebe: Oh, please. I think you know why.
Ross: I can't think of anything.
Phoebe: Come on, Ross. You're a paleontologist. Dig a little deeper.

Phoebe: Have you told anyone else?
Chandler: No, I haven't told anyone else because I don't want Monica to find out.
Phoebe: You told me.
Chandler: Well, that's because I trust you, and we're friends, and you walked in on me while I was looking at ring brochures.
Phoebe: Yeah, well, once again, not knocking pays off. I only wish you hadn't been on the toilet.
Chandler: Me too.