Ross: I saw the Porsche parked out front. Can I get the keys? I thought I'd take that bad boy for a spin.
Rachel: Wait a minute. You let Ross drive the Porsche? Yet when I ask you, you say you're the only one who's allowed to drive it.
Monica: Well, he's my brother, and plus he drives so slow he'd never hurt it.
Ross: It's a car, Monica, not a rocket ship.
Monica: Whatever, Ross. Just replace the bulbs in the brake lights after you're done.

Monica: We're going to Las Vegas to see your dad. It's time you two talked. And I want to get to know my father-in-law.
Chandler: When we went over this, I won.
Monica: No, you didn't. And, honey, just so you know, now that you're marrying me, you don't get to win anymore.

Rachel: Wow, I can't believe you lied to me.
Phoebe: Okay, I can fix this. Okay, Monica, Rachel thinks all you can talk about is the wedding.
Monica: Well, Rachel, the reason why I won't let you drive the Porsche is because you're a terrible driver. There. That wasn't about the wedding.
Ross: Look, Rach, if you want to go for a ride in the Porsche, I'll be glad to take you for a quick spin around the block.
Joey: Yeah, you got a couple hours?