Monica: Well, this is the last box of your clothes. I'm just gonna label it "What were you thinking?"
Rachel: That's funny. Because I was just going to go across the hall and write that on Chandler.

Chandler: Okay, I'm going to be moving out, so you are going to be in charge of paying the rent.
Joey: Right. And when is that due?
Chandler: On the first of the month.
Joey: And that's every month?
Chandler: No, just the months you actually want to live here.
Chandler: Okay, here's the phone bill.
Joey: Oh, my God.
Chandler: That's our phone number.

Chandler: Now, look, I know I kind of sprung this whole me-moving-out-on-you thing. So why don't I just cover you for a while?
Joey: No, no. No way. Joey Tribbiani does not take charity ... anymore.
Chandler: It's not charity, Joe.
Joey: No. Forget it. I mean, thanks, but I'm done taking money from you. All right, I can take care of myself. Now, what's next? Come on.
Chandler: Okay, here's the electric bill.
Joey: This is how much we pay for electric?
Chandler: Well, yeah. [Joey turns the lights off] So we'll do the rest of the bills later, then?

Monica: Okay, Chandler can make boxes, Ross can wrap, and Joey can lift. Now, Phoebe, go tell the guys they have to help out. My God, thank you.
Phoebe: Hurry! Monica's gonna make you pack. She's got jobs for everyone. Now, it's too late for me, but save yourselves!

Phoebe: Maybe instead of thinking about how you're going to miss each other, you should think about some of the things you're not gonna miss.
Monica: I don't think there's anything.
Phoebe: Come on, there's gotta be something.
Monica: No. She's perfect.
Rachel: I have one.
Phoebe: Good. Great. Okay, you can go first.
Rachel: Well, I guess I'm not gonna miss the fact that you're never allowed to move the phone pen.
Phoebe: Good. That's a good one. Okay, Monica, anything? You know, does Rachel move the phone pen?
Monica: Sometimes. Always, actually.
Phoebe: Okay. There you go. Doesn't everyone feel better?
Monica: Not just the phone pen. I never get my messages.
Rachel: You get your messages.
Monica: Yeah, well, I don't think it really counts if you have to read them off the back of your hand after you've fallen asleep on the couch.
Rachel: So you missed a message from who? Chandler? Or your mom? Or Chandler? Or your mom?
Phoebe: Great. It worked. No one's sad.

Joey: Here it is. Our last pizzas together as roommates.
Chandler: Oh, I wish I knew that you were going to do that. I ordered Chinese.
Joey: Oh. Well, that's okay. Actually, in a way it's kind of nice. You know? Our last dinner together. Me, bringing the food of my ancestors, you, the food of yours. Huh?

Phoebe: So is Joey going to have to give up the apartment?
Chandler: Well, I hope not. I tried to offer him some money, but he wouldn't take it.
Phoebe: How much do you think he needs?
Chandler: I figure $1 500 would cover him for a few months, you know. But I have to trick him into taking it so I don't hurt his pride.
Phoebe: Why don't you hire him as an actor? You could have him dress up and put on little skits whenever you want.
Chandler: Well, that would help the pride thing.

Chandler: So what do you girls have planned for tonight?
Monica: Well, instead of being sad that tonight's my last night together with Rachel, we thought we'd go out to dinner and celebrate the fact that Rachel's moving in with Phoebe.
Phoebe: And also my birthday.
Monica: It's not your birthday.
Phoebe: What a mean thing to say. I wouldd never tell you it was not your birthday.

Ross: Knicks' season opener tonight. I thought you guys would come over and watch it.
Joey: I don't know, Ross. Not if you're going to talk about how you gave up a career in basketball to become a paleontologist.
Ross: I did give up a career in basketball to become a paleontologist.

Monica: You're not dressed yet? We're supposed to start having fun in fifteen minutes.
Rachel: Well, and clearly not a minute sooner.