Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] I found you in my bed, How'd you wind up there? You are a mystery, Little black curly hair, Little black curly hair, Little black, little black, little black, Little black curly hair.

Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] Went to the store, Sat on Santa's lap, Asked him to bring my friends, All kinds of crap, Said all you need is, To write them a song, Now you haven't heard it yet, So don't try to sing along, No, don't sing along, Monica, Monica Have a happy Hannukah, Saw Santa Claus, He said hello to Ross, And please tell Joey, Christmas will be snowy, And Rachel and Chandler, [indistinct] Happy holidays, everybody!

Joey: They break your heart, don't they?
Phoebe: You know, I don't really need their permission.
Joey: Yeah, if you want to sing at their wedding, well you sing at their wedding.
Phoebe: Yeah, and if you want to look 19, then you- You got to do something about your eyes.
Joey: What? What's wrong with my eyes?
Phoebe: They give you away. There's just too much wisdom in there. Just put some tea bags on them for like 15 minutes.
Joey: And that'll get rid of my wisdom?
Phoebe: Maybe just 10 minutes for you.

Ross: And Rachel, what can I say? You missed your chance. From now on, the only person who's going to enjoy these bad boys is me.

Ross: Happy Monica's Night.
Rachel: Well, thank you. You too. Can you believe this? Can you believe they are actually getting married?
Ross: Well, sure, but I get married all the time.