Ross: Hey.
Guy: 18th and East End.
Phoebe: I don't take passengers.
Guy: Hey, the law says you have to accept any fare.
Ross: No, you don't understand. This isn't a real cab.
Guy: All right, I gotta report you. What's your medallion number?
Phoebe: My medallion number is: Get out of the cab!
Guy: What?
Ross: Get out of the cab!
Phoebe: Get out of the cab!

Phoebe: You can open your eyes now.
Ross: Are we off the bridge?
Phoebe: Yes.
Ross: Is the old woman on the bicycle still alive?
Phoebe: Yes, she jumped right back up.
Ross: Oh, my God, Phoebe, slow down!
Phoebe: Do you wanna get to Rachel in time?
Ross: Yes, but I don't wanna die in your cab.
Phoebe: You should have thought of that before you got in!

Joey: Okay, I wanted to surprise you, but for your house-warming gift, I got you a baby-chick and a baby-duck.
Chandler: Really? You got us a chick and a duck?
Monica: Oh, great. Just what you want for a new house with infants. Bird feces.

Joey: Oh, oh. Maybe we can lure them out. You know any bird calls?
Chandler: Oh, tons, I'm quite the woodsman.

Chandler: No, it's all glued together.
Joey: Does that mean we have to bust it open?
Chandler: I don't know. Maybe.
Joey: Oh, my God.
Chandler: I know. It's- It's the foosball table.
Joey: All right, you know what? We don't have a choice. It's like I would have said in that sci-fi movie, if I'd gotten the part. "Those are our men in there and we have to get them out! Even if I have to sacrifice the most important thing in my life, my time-machine."
Chandler: Did that movie ever get made?
Joey: It did not.

Phoebe: Ross, where are you going?
Ross: Uh, to talk to Rachel, isn't that why we took a ride in the death-cab?
Phoebe: What are you just gonna walk up to her at the gate? Have you never chased anyone through the airport before?
Ross: Not since my cop-show got cancelled.

Gate Attendant: Madame, your passport please?
Rachel: Oh, my God. I was so afraid I wasn't gonna remember any of my high-school French, but I understood every word you just said.
Gate Attendant: Your boarding pass, please.
Rachel: Oh, shoot. I had it. Oh, I can't believe this.
Gate Attendant: Madame, if you don't have your boarding pass-
Rachel: I have it, I have it, I have it. Okay, I can't find it, but I remember that I was in seat 32C, because that's my bra-size.
Gate Attendant: Madame, you must have your boarding pass.
Rachel: Okay, fine. But you know what? If I was in 36D, we would not be having this problem.

Ross: Hey, I need a ticket.
Phoebe: Just one? I drive you all the way down here, and I don't get to see how it works out?
Ross: Fine, two tickets, I need two tickets.
Phoebe: We're on our honeymoon.
Ticket Agent: And the destination?
Ross: I don't care. Whatever is the cheapest.
Phoebe: I'm so lucky I married you.

Phoebe: Hey, it's me. Here's Ross.
Monica: What?
Ross: Hey, hey, listen.
Monica: Oh, my God. Ross, you wouldn't believe the cute little noises the twins are making. Listen.
Ross: Monica! Monica. Monica. Monica. Monica. Monica.
Monica: Oh, I'm sorry. Shoot, they were doing it before.
Ross: That's alright. Listen, listen.
Monica: Oh, wait. Here they go again.
Ross: Monica. Monica. Monica. Monica. Monica.
Monica: Isn't that cute?
Ross: That is precious!

Ross: Listen! I need Rachel's flight information.
Monica: Oh, okay. It's flight 421. Leaves at 8:40.
Ross: Yes, that's what I have. It's not on the board.
Monica: That's what it says here. Flight 421, leaves at 8:40, Newark airport.
Ross: What?
Monica: Newark airport. Why, where are you?
Ross: JFK.