Ross: But it wouldn't hurt to have a backup, you know? Rach. Rach, what were you thinking?
Rachel: Okay. I was thinking if it's a girl how about Sandrene? It's French.
Ross: Huh. That's a really pretty name for an industrial solvent.

Monica: I'm telling you, if you had some candles, and some bubbles, and some music, you would love it. It'd take all your stress away.
Chandler: Honey, it's 2:00 on Wednesday and I'm watching "Road Rules". How stressed do you think I am?

Joey: It's just- Lately, I've been feeling- Okay, here's what it is. ... You know what, I feel a lot better. Thanks.
Chandler: Wait a minute. Just come back.
Joey: Okay. You and Monica, friends for a long time. And sure, there are rules. But then you went to London. But that's different. I mean, there are rules there too, know what I mean?
Chandler: Do you?
Joey: It was different for you guys. I mean, you were both in the same place.
Chandler: In London?
Joey: Yeah.
Chandler: Yes, when Monica and I were in London, we were both in London.
Joey: You know what, this is a bad idea. Forget it. Forget all about it. And do me a favor, this conversation between you and me...
Chandler: If that.

Phoebe: Are you going to find out the sex of the baby?
Ross: No, no. We talked about it and we don't wanna know. All we care about is it's happy and healthy.
Rachel: Yep, happy and healthy. And cute.
Ross: Smart.
Rachel: Popular.
Ross: With an aptitude for science.
Phoebe: Are you two talking about the same baby?

Rachel: What do you have?
Ross: It's for a boy. I know it's a little out there, but Darwin.
Rachel: Oh, my God, our child will be beaten to death in the schoolyard.
Phoebe: Yeah, by Sandrene.

Ross: You're just saying that because I said no to your name.
Rachel: I'm really, really not.
Phoebe: How about you each get five vetoes?
Rachel: All right.
Ross: All right. That sounds fair.
Rachel: I don't think you're going to need it, though. Check this out. If it's a girl, Rain.
Ross: Veto.
Rachel: Why?
Ross: Rain? "Hi, my name is Rain. I have my own kiln, and my dress is made out of wheat."
Phoebe: I know her! I bought homemade soap from her at a Dead show.

Ross: Okay. How about for a guy, Thatcher?
Rachel: Ross, why do you hate our child?
Ross: Fine, you go.
Rachel: Okay. James.
Ross: Huh.
Rachel: But only if it's a girl.
Ross: Veto. Oh, I like Ruth. What about Ruth?
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry. Are we having an 89-year-old?

Dr. Long: All your tests look fine. Now, are you two interested knowing in the sex of the baby?
Ross: No. No, we're not.
Rachel: But you have it right there? You could tell us whether it's a boy or a girl? Dayton or Sandrene? Phoebe or Pheebo?
Dr. Long: That's right. But if you don't wanna know-
Ross: No, we wanna wait. Right?
Rachel: Right. Right.
Dr. Long: Oh, I'll be right back. And I know it's really not my place, but please don't name your child Pheebo.

Monica: Baths are so relaxing.
Chandler: Really? What do you do? You just sit in there, stewing in your own filth.
Monica: How dirty do you think I am?

Joey: Hey, Chandler. You got a minute? I really need to talk to you.
Chandler: Oh, yeah. Is this a cold pizza or a leftover-meat loaf talk?
Joey: Well, neither.
Chandler: Oh, my God, what's up?