Phoebe: You have to get a ticket to get past security.
Ross: What? We're never gonna make it.
Phoebe: Well, not with that attitude! Now, haul ass!

Ross: Okay, if you could all walk slower, that would be great.

Rachel: I found it! I found it! Ha! I found it! I told you I would find it! In your face! You're a different person.

Joey: [loudly] Don't worry, you guys, we're gonna get you out of there!
Chandler: And we're also gonna buy you tiny, bird hearing-aids.

Joey: Okay, here we go. I can't do it.
Chandler: Well, I can't do it either.
Monica: Hey. Did you find them?
Joey: Yeah, they're stuck inside the table.
Chandler: And we have to bust it open, but neither of us can do it.
Monica: Oh, well sure. That's gotta be so hard. I'll do it. Gimme.

Monica: All right. My job here is done.
Chandler: That was Impressive.
Joey: Yeah, you didn't even use the tools for most of it.
Monica: Yeah, they were just slowing me down. All right, I have to get back to the babies. I'll see you girls later.

Chandler: Well, at least we got these little guys out. Aww, we were worried about you. Hm. I guess I better get used to things crapping in my hand, huh?

Phoebe: I really thought she'd stay.

Joey: Quack, quack. Tweet, tweet. Quack, quack. Tweet, tweet. Quack, tweet, quack, tweet.
Chandler: We were wondering what was taking so long with the gift. But now we understand. You were doing this.