Michael: Look, I've been through a divorce. Trust me, you're gonna be fine. You can't see it because you haven't had closure-
Rachel: Closure. That's what it is. That's what I need. God, you're brilliant. Why didn't I think of that? How do I get that?
Michael: Well, there's no one way really, it's just. Whatever it takes so that you can finally say to him: "I'm over you."
Rachel: Over you. That's what it is. Closure.

Mark: Believe me, I've been there. I had to sort mannequin heads at that Mannequins Plus.
Rachel: Okay. Well, I'm just gonna go back to talking to my friend here. You can go back to enjoying your little hamburger.
Mark: Just one other thing.
Rachel: Yes?
Mark: I work at Bloomingdale's. I might know of a possible job, if you're interested.
Rachel: Do you want my pickle?

Rachel: Oh, and by the way, those little spelling tips will come in handy when you're at home on Saturday playing Scrabble with Monica.
Monica: Hey.
Rachel: Sorry.

Rachel: I hate this apartment. I hate the color of these walls. I hate that this place still smells like bird. I hate that singing guy.
Joey: Are you kidding? I love that guy. "Morning's here, Morning is here"-
Rachel: Stop it. I will kill you.

Chandler: Ah, perfection. Wouldn't change a thing. Not a thing.
Monica: Honey?
Chandler: Yeah?
Monica: About that. I'm going to change.
Chandler: Yes, but, honey, you don't have to.
Monica: I'm gonna get bigger.
Chandler: Honey, I I love your breasts the way they are.
Rachel: Ugh. Fascist.

Rachel: Huh. Well, that's funny. Ugly Naked Guy is still naked but his dog is wearing a sweater.

Monica: How are you doing today? Sleep okay? Did you talk to Barry? I can't stop smiling.
Rachel: I see that. You look like you slept with a hanger in your mouth.

Rachel: Okay, okay, okay. Don't tell me. Decaf cappuccino for Joey. [to Ross] Coffee, black. [to Chandler] Latte. [to Monica] And an iced tea. 'm getting pretty good at this.
Ross: Excellent!
Rachel: Good for me!
[The gang all swap their drinks]

Ross: Pheebs, how many do you want?
Phoebe: I just need two. The 10 of spades and the 6 of clubs.
Ross: No, you can't-
Rachel: Oh, I have the 10 of spades! Here.
Phoebe: Thanks!
Ross: No, you see, you can't do that.
Rachel: No, that's all right. I don't need them. I'm going for fours.

Monica: Hey, Rach, you know what we haven't played in a while? Hide the lamp.
Rachel: Monica, let it go.
Monica: Did you know I was allergic to shellfish?
Rachel: Well, then, you'll just have to eat the other lamps.