Rachel: Listen, you know what? Sir, for the last time, I don't care what the computer says. We did not take a bag of Mashuga Nuts from the mini bar. And we did not watch Dr. Do-Me-A-Little.
Joey: Hey.
Phoebe: Uh, Joey, were you in our room last night?
Joey: No. [Phoebe shows Joey the bill they're challenging] I was told the name of movie would not appear on the bill.

Monica: Hey, how are you feeling? Got any morning sickness?
Rachel: Ssh. The guys don't know, do they?
Monica: No. Joey and Ross don't know anything and Chandler still thinks Phoebe's pregnant.
Phoebe: Hey, that's right. Chandler does still think I'm pregnant. He hasn't asked me how I'm feeling, or offered to carry my bags. Boy, I feel bad for the woman who ends up with him. After you, of course.

Front Desk Clerk: Here's a copy of your bill.
Monica: Oh, thanks. Champagne, strawberries- Oh, my God! I can't believe Chandler ordered porn on our wedding night.
Joey: Yeah, that's sad. Mashuga Nut?