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: 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?

Monica: God, is he right? Am I really- Am I awful?
Phoebe: Oh, no.
Joey: Hey, Monica, you listen to me, okay. And I'm not just saying this because I'm your friend. I'm saying this because it's the truth. Your food is abysmal!