Rachel: Oh. What now, Ross, you're not gonna talk? How on earth will you ever annoy me? Oh, wait a minute, I know. [breathing heavily] I mean, you'd think the damn jalapeno would have cleared up your sinuses, but no. That's not enough- What are you doing?
Ross: I'm getting that baby out of you!
Rachel: Oh, God.
Ross: I know.
Rachel: Oh, no, no, no. I think my water just broke.
Ross: I am good!

Monica: 200.
Phoebe: Thank you.
Monica: That's it. I'm done. I don't care when the baby comes. No more betting.
Phoebe: Okay.
Monica: [phone rings] Hello? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay. [to Phoebe] I guess we could bet one more time.
Phoebe: Is Rachel having the baby?
Monica: How did you know that. Joey. Chandler. It's time.
Phoebe: They're at the coffee house.
Monica: You know everything. Oh, wait. Double or nothing, I bet you the baby is over 7 pounds.
I bet you it has hair. I bet you it's a girl.
Phoebe: We know it's a girl.
Monica: I'll give you really good odds.

Ross: Hey, what are you guys looking at?
Joey: It's a poster for that WWI movie I'm in. Check it out.
Ross: Yeah? Wow. It looks really violent.
Joey: Yeah, I know. I'm coming soon to a theater near you. I'm in THX. I'm unsuitable for children.

Joey: Hey, guess what. I just talked to my agent and the premiere is next week and you're all invited.
Monica: Are we going to take a limo?
Joey: Sure. Why not?
Monica: I love taking limos when nobody died.

Rachel: Well, obviously, I won't be able to come. For those who haven't checked their calendars, today's my due date. I just want to take a moment and thank you guys for how great you've been during this time. I really couldn't have done it without you. And I have loved these last 9 months. And even though I am so looking forward to the next part, I am really gonna miss being pregnant.

Rachel: God. I have never been so uncomfortable in my entire life.
Phoebe: I know. I remember toward the end-
Rachel: Phoebe, that's a great story. Could you tell it while you're getting me some iced tea?
Oh, God, get out! Get out, get out, get out!
Chandler: Let's.

Joey: You hear that? I only get one extra ticket to my premiere. So somehow I have to pick between you three and Ross.
Rachel: What about me?
Joey: You said you didn't want to go.
Rachel: I don't, but I would still like to be acknowledged. Just because I'm pregnant, I'm invisible?
Joey: Definitely not invisible.

Monica: And, Joey, not that this should affect you at all, but if you were to pick me I was planning on wearing a sequin dress cut down to here.
Chandler: I haven't seen this dress.
Monica: Star in a movie.

Phoebe: Joey, you pick whoever you want. Okay, you just, listen to your heart. What does it tell you? Phoebe. Phoebe. Phoebe.
Joey: Well, uh... I think I want to take Chandler.
Phoebe: Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe. [mimics flat-lining noise]

Joey: Yeah, I wish I could take everybody. But Chandler's always supported my career. He's paid for acting classes, headshots and stuff. This will be my way of paying you back.
Chandler: So you're never actually going to pay me back?