Ross: You got off the plane. [Ross and Rachel kiss]
Rachel: I do love you.
Ross: I love you too, and I am never letting you go again.
Rachel: Okay. 'Cause this is where I wanna be, okay? No more messing around. I don't wanna mess this up again. Okay, we're done being stupid.
Rachel: Okay. You and me, all right? This is it.
Ross: This is it. Unless we're on a break. Don't make jokes now.

Rachel: [on answering machine] Ross, hi. It's me. I just got back on the plane. And I just feel awful. That is so not how I wanted things to end with us. It's just that I wasn't expecting to see you and all of a sudden you're there and saying these things. And- And now I'm just sitting here and thinking of all the stuff I should have said, and I didn't. I mean, I didn't even get to tell you that I love you too. Because of course I do. I love you. I love you. I love you. What am I doing? I love you! Oh, I've gotta see you. I've gotta get off this plane.
Ross: Oh my God!
Rachel: [on answering machine] Excuse me?
Stewardess: [on answering machine] Miss? Please, sit down.
Rachel: [on answering machine] No, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry but I need to get off the plane, okay? I need to tell someone that I love them.
Stewardess: [on answering machine] Miss, I can't let you off the plane.
Ross: Let her off the plane!
Stewardess: [on answering machine] I am afraid you are gonna have to take a seat.
Rachel: [on answering machine] Oh, please, miss, you don't understand!
Ross: Try to understand!
Rachel: [on answering machine] Oh, come on, miss, isn't there any way that you can just let me off- [beep]
Ross: No! No! Oh my God. Did she get off the plane? Did she get off the plane?
Rachel: I got off the plane.

Phoebe: Uh, Rach, hang on.
Ross: [mouths] No, no, no.
Rachel: Phoebe? Is everything okay?
Phoebe: Um, actually no. No, you have to get off the plane.
Rachel: What? Why?
Phoebe: I have this feeling that something's wrong with it. Something is wrong with the left phalange.

Rachel: Oh, honey, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the plane. Alright, look, I have to go. I love you, and I will call you the minute I get to Paris.
Nervous Male Passenger: Um, what was that?
Rachel: Oh, that was just my crazy friend. She told me I should get off the plane, because she had a feeling that there was something wrong with the left phalange.
Nervous Male Passenger: Okay. Uh, that doesn't sound good.
Rachel: Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. She's always coming up with stuff like this, and you know what? She's almost never right.
Nervous Male Passenger: But she is sometimes?
Rachel: Well... Wait, what are you doing?
Nervous Male Passenger: Well, I can't take this plane now.
Stewardess: Excuse me, sir? Where are you going?
Nervous Male Passenger: I have to get off this plane, okay? Her friend has a feeling something's wrong with the left phalange.
Rachel: Could I get some peanuts?
Female Passenger: What's wrong with the plane?
Stewardess: There's nothing wrong with the plane.
Nervous Male Passenger: Yeah! The left phalange.
Stewardess: There is no phalange!
Nervous Male Passenger: Oh, my God. This plane doesn't even have a phalange.
Female Passenger: I'm not flying on it.
Stewardess: Ma'am, please sit down.
Male Passenger: What's going on?
Nervous Male Passenger: We're all getting off. There is no phalange!
Rachel: This is ridiculous. I - Yeah, okay.

Monica: Oh, God. What did I just step on?
Chandler: It's okay. It's just an egg roll.
Monica: Oh.
Joey: You stepped on my egg roll?!
Monica: I'm sorry. I didn't know to look for Chinese food on the floor.
Joey: Just put it on a plate and leave.

Monica: Oh, honey, I forgot. I promised Treeger that we'd leave our keys.
Chandler: Oh, okay.
Phoebe: So I guess this is it.
Joey: Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.
Monica: This is harder than I thought it would be.
Chandler: Oh, it's gonna be okay. Come on.
Rachel: Do you guys have to go to the new house right away, or do you have some time?
Monica: We got some time.
Rachel: Okay, should we get some coffee?
Chandler: Sure. Where?

Monica: Okay, please be careful with that. It was my grandmother's. Be careful. Thank you. [to the removal men wheeling the Big White Dog out of the apartment] If that falls off the truck, it wouldn't be the worst thing.

Phoebe: Hey, do you realize that at one time or another we all lived in this apartment?
Rachel: Oh, yeah. That's true.
Ross: Uh, I haven't.
Monica: Wait a minute. What about that summer during college that you lived with Grandma and you tried to make it as a dancer?
Ross: Do you realize we almost made it ten years without that coming up?

Chandler: Look around, you guys this was your first home. And it was a happy place filled with love and laughter. But more important, because of rent control, it was a friggin' steal!

Ross: There's no seat belt.
Phoebe: That's okay. If we hit anything, the engine will explode, so you know, it's better if you're thrown from the car.