Phoebe: We'll just do our best, okay. So, let's say that I'm the interviewer and I'm meeting you for the first time.
Chandler: Okay.
Phoebe: Hi. Come on in. I'm Regina Phalange.
Chandler: Chandler Bing.
Phoebe: Oh, Bing. What an unusual name.
Chandler: Well, you should meet my Uncle Bada. I'll let myself out.

Monica: He teaches a course on food criticism at The New School, so before we go to the movies, I want to go by there and make him try my bouillabaisse again. Oh, I can't wait to read the front page of the Post tomorrow: "Restaurant reviewer admits: 'I was wrong about Monica.'"
Chandler: The front page? You really do live in your own little world, don't you?

Rachel: Well, we were paying for our stuff, and this sales woman just started flirting with him. Can you believe that?
Phoebe: Well, did she know you two weren't married?
Rachel: Yeah.
Phoebe: Oh, my God. Well, the idea of a woman flirting with a single man? We must alert the church elders.