Rachel: Is that woman capable of talking about anything other than sex?
Joey: Yeah, sure. Earlier she was talking about geography.
Monica: Joey ,she was listing the countries she's done it in.
Joey: I think we all learned something.

Monica: So what's Phoebe like?
Phoebe: I'm kind, caring and sweet. What's Monica like?
Monica: No, the other Phoebe. The one you went to go see.

Phoebe: She's out of town. There's got to be something in her house that tells me where my father is.
Ross: Uh, Pheebs, some people call that "breaking and entering."
Phoebe: Well, are any of those people here?
Monica: No.
Joey: Oh, no, no.
Phoebe: Look, I'll do something nice, okay? I'll fill her ice trays.

Chandler: No, I don't care. I'm not playing one-on-one strip poker with you for practice.
Joey: But I made cards.

[Joey is carrying a brown paper bag]
Monica: Oh, good. You bought food.
Joey: No, just my luggage. [pulls out a pair of underpants]

Phoebe: I am having the best karma this week. I find this woman who knew my parents and then my client gives me his beach house.
Ross: What about that bike messenger you hit?
Phoebe: Oh, I wasn't talking about his karma.

Phoebe: She canceled. My namesake canceled on me. She claims she had to go out of town.
She's avoiding me. She doesn't want to tell me where my father is. She knows!
Rachel: Pheebs, that sucks.
Phoebe: Well, don't "Pheebs, that sucks" me yet.

Joey: Let me get this straight. If you go with Bonnie, you do the smart, healthy thing and move on. Right? And if you go with Rachel, Bonnie's free tonight?

Rachel: Do you think it's easy for me to see you with somebody else?
Ross: You're the one who ended it.
Rachel: Because I was mad at you. Not because I stopped loving you.
Ross: You still love me? You still love me.
Rachel: Yeah, so? You love me.

Chandler: Um, why couldn't I be your boyfriend?
Monica: Are you still on that?
Chandler: Uh-huh.
Joey: Would you let it go already?
Monica: Thank you, Joey.
Joey: But you'd go out with me, right?
Monica: No. It's the same as with Chandler. We're friends.
Joey: Whoa. Uh, let's say that we are the last two guys on the face of the planet and you have a gun to your head. Which one would you pick?
Monica: Which one of you has the gun to my head?