Chandler: So, any plans for the summer?
Erica: I don't know. Maybe church-camp?
Chandler: Ha ... you may not wanna mention this. So, you ever wonder which is worse? You know, going through labor or getting kicked in the nuts?
Erica: What?
Chandler: Well, it's just interesting. You know, because no one will ever know, because no one can experience both. One of life's great, unanswerable questions. I mean, who knows? Maybe there's something even more painful than those things? Like this.

Rachel: So I just dropped Emma off at my mom's.
Joey: Oh, you're not taking her with you tonight?
Rachel: No, we decided that I would go ahead and set up first, and then my mom would bring Emma to Paris on Sunday.
Phoebe: Wow, eight hour flight with a one-year old? Good luck, mom.
Rachel: Are you kidding? Eight hours with my mother talking about Atkins? Good luck, Emma.

Doctor: Here come the shoulders.
Monica: It's a- It's a boy.
Erica: Is he okay?
Doctor: He's just fine.
Monica: Oh, you did it.
Chandler: It's a baby. A beautiful little baby. And some other stuff I'm gonna pretend I don't see.
Doctor: Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?
Chandler: Well, that's spongy.

Monica: Oh, hey handsome. Oh, I'm gonna love you so much that no woman is ever gonna be good enough for you. Oh, we are so lucky.
Chandler: I know. He has your eyes. I mean, I know that's not possible, but he does.

Chandler: Monica, we are not ready to have two babies.
Monica: That doesn't matter. We have waited so long for this. I don't care if it's two babies. I don't care if it's three babies. I don't care if the entire cast of "Eight is Enough" comes out of there. We are taking them home, because they are our children.

Doctor: It looks like we're about ready over here. Come on, Erica, start pushing again now. Here she comes.
Chandler: She? It's a girl?
Doctor: Yeah.
Chandler: Well, now we have one of each. And that's enough!

Ross: And then she said it was the perfect way to say goodbye.
Joey: Oh, my God. What did you say?
Ross: Nothing. What do you say to that?
Phoebe: Ross, you've got to tell her how you feel.
Ross: No way.
Joey: You can't just give up. Is that what a dinosaur would do?
Ross: What?
Joey: Dude, I'm just trying to speak your language.

Nurse: We're going to take Erica to recovery now.
Monica: There's something that we wanna tell you. We decided to name the girl-baby Erica.
Erica: Oh my God, that's just like my name!
Monica: Son of a gun, it is.

Phoebe: So, did you talk to Rachel?
Ross: No, and I'm not going to.
Joey: What? Why not?
Ross: Because she's just going to shoot me down. You guys saw what happened with Gunther. That did not look like fun.
Phoebe: How can you compare yourself to Gunther? I mean, sure, he's sexy in a more obvious way. You have a relationship with her. You slept together last night.

Phoebe: Hey. What do you have there?
Mike: Oh, I made a little something. If I had more time to work on it, it'd be better, but...
Ross: Oh, my God. You did that yourself?
Phoebe: Honey, that's gorgeous.
Joey: You know, the baby can't read, Mike!