Julie: ...and my second-grade teacher was Miss Thomas and my first-grade teacher was Mrs.
Cobb.
Rachel: Mrs. Gobb?
Julie: No, Cobb. Like cobb salad.
Rachel: Now, what exactly is in a cobb salad?
Chandler: I'm going home.

Rachel: Okay, look. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I promise I'm not going to laugh anymore. Put your hands back there.
Ross: No. No, see, now I can't because I'm feeling to self-conscious.
Rachel: Just one cheek.
Ross: The moment's gone.
Rachel: Just put your hands out and I'll back up into them.
Ross: That's romantic.
Rachel: Come on, touch it.
Ross: No.
Rachel: Oh, come on, squeeze it.
Ross: No.
Rachel: Rub it?
Ross: No.
Rachel: Oh, come on. Would you just grab my ass?

Chandler: I've actually ruined this, haven't l? It's time for the good ice cream now, right?
Rachel: Yeah, it is.

Rachel: We're okay, aren't we? No, we're not okay. We're not okay. There's a bump. There's a bump.
Monica: What bump? Oh, my God. Well, push it in. Push it in.
Rachel: I cannot push it in.

Ross: Sweetie, now I pick you.
Rachel: You don't pick me. You're stuck with me.

Rachel: Here we go. I'm serving my last cup of coffee. There you go. Enjoy.
Chandler: Should I tell her I ordered tea?
Ross: No.

Monica: Joey, don't. I think it's best we just forget about it.
Rachel: That's easy for you to say. You weren't almost just killed.

Monica: Oh, my God. How cute is the on-call doctor?
Rachel: So cute that I'm thinking about jamming this pen in my eye.

Rachel: When we're in the audience, he doesn't talk but he does wave.

Ross: Oh, my God. I love this apartment. Isn't it perfect? I can't believe I never realized how great it is.
Rachel: Well, that is because your eye immediately goes to the big naked man.