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!

Joey: Hey, so what is the big surprise?
Ross: Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Awkward question: The hospital knows you took two, right?

Monica: This is a boy, and that's a girl.
Chandler: Her name is Erica.
Joey: Hey, that pregnant girl's name was Erica.
Chandler: Yeah. It's a shame you two didn't get to spend more time together.

Monica: Yeah, we named the boy Jack after dad.
Ross: Aw, he's gonna be so happy.
Phoebe: Ah, Jack Bing. I love that. It sounds like a '40s newspaper guy, you know? "Jack Bing, Morning Gazette. I'm gonna blow this story wide open!"

Mike: I want one.
Phoebe: Oh yeah? Well, tell me which one, and I'll try slip it in my coat.

Mike: Seriously. Wanna make one of those?
Phoebe: One? How about a whole bunch?
Mike: Really?
Phoebe: Yeah. Oh, we could teach them to sing and we can be like the Von Trapp family! Only without the Nazis. Although that sounds kinda dull.

Joey: Maybe it is better this way, I mean, now- Now you can move on. I mean, you've been trying to for so long. Maybe now that you're on different continents. Right? Maybe now you can actually do it. You know? You can- You can finally get over her.
Ross: Yeah, that's true. Except, I don't wanna get over her.
Joey: What?
Ross: I don't. I wanna be with her.
Joey: Really?
Ross: Yeah, I'm gonna go after her.
Joey: Yeah, you are!

Phoebe: My cab's downstairs, I'll drive you to the airport.
Ross: Okay, guys, wish me luck.
Phoebe: Hurry!

Erica: Oh man, this hurts!
Chandler: Is it really that bad?
Erica: Uh-huh. I think it's time to kick you in the nuts and see which is worse.

Joey: Monica just called from the cab. She said they should be here any minute. And apparently, there's some big surprise.
Phoebe: Yeah, did she sound happy about it? 'cause my friend Ethel's baby was born with a teeny, tiny beard.