Chandler: I believe that certain people are more suited for each other and I believe in falling in love, but- Soul mates? I don't think they exist.
Phoebe: Okay. Good.
Chandler: Why?
Phoebe: Well, last night, I met Monica's.
Chandler: What?
Phoebe: Yeah, I had a date with this guy and I swear to God he's her other half.
Chandler: Come on, don't be crazy. You don't think there's somebody out there better suited for Monica than me, do you?
Rachel: ... Well, what's he like?
Phoebe: Well, he's tall. He has brown hair.
Rachel: Of course.
Chandler: A tall guy with hair similar to mine? Oh, unknowable universe!

Phoebe: He works with food.
Rachel: Oh, sure.
Phoebe: Older?
Rachel: Obviously.
Phoebe: Oh, and he's British.
Rachel: I was just gonna ask!

Phoebe: And he's so centered, and mature and confident.
Rachel: Oh, it's so sad they never had a chance to meet.
Chandler: Luckily, the guy she settled for can't hear what you're talking about.

Phoebe: Oh, I'm so sorry. And maybe I'm wrong. You know what I'm going to do? When we go out again, I'll find out more.
Chandler: You believe that this guy is destined for someone else and you're still gonna date him?
Phoebe: Well, he may not be my soul mate, but a girl's gotta eat.

Ross: I still can't believe it. Joey and Rachel? It's like you and me going out, only weirder.
Monica: I know you're hurting and I want to be supportive, but don't say that again.

Don: Well, we just had a terrible lunch at Adriatica. What is with all the sun-dried tomatoes at that place?
Monica: I know! What is this, 1985?
Don: That's exactly what I said. Phoebe, isn't that strange?
Phoebe: Not really.
Chandler: What's wrong with sun-dried tomatoes? On a barbecued-chicken pizza? No?

Chandler: What are you doing?
Phoebe: Nothing. I swear to God, I didn't know you guys would be here. And the good news is you don't even believe in soul mates, so...
Chandler: I believe in tall, handsome strangers who hit on my wife.
Phoebe: They're just talking. Besides, just because I think they're soul mates doesn't mean anything'll happen.
Monica: Phoebe? Good work.
Phoebe: Yeah?
Monica: He's great. I love him.
Phoebe: [to Chandler] Don't worry, we'll find you someone else.

Don: So I've slowly been phasing out the wine importing and focusing more on the cheese side of things.
Chandler: Cheese, you say? That's some pretty smelly work, huh, Don?
Don: Excuse me?
Chandler: Cheese. It's smelly. You must smell a lot of the time too.

Don: Well, if ever you're in Loire Valley, let me know. I've got a great little villa you could stay at.
Chandler: Is it made of cheese?
Don: No. But God, a house made of cheese, wouldn't that be incredible?
Monica: I'd move in tomorrow.
Chandler: Oh, come on!

Monica: Chandler, you don't believe in soul mates?
Chandler: No, but I'm sure "tomatoes" does.