Phoebe: What are we going to do? I really need my guitar.
Joey: Yeah. I have stuff in there too.
Phoebe: What stuff?
Joey: Monica's chicken parm.

Ross: Man, you know what I have to realize? Maybe I'm not the type of guy women can have just one night with. You know, they always seem to want a little bit more. I should remember that.

Monica: They're kissing, let's just go around them.
Chandler: Leave them alone. They're in love.
Monica: I'm in love too. But in an orderly fashion.

Monica: Hi. Can you do that and walk? Because she said "Next."

Joey: I still can't believe they took away my key. You trust me with yours.
Phoebe: Of course I do. And I'm going to give it back to you just as soon as they're done with it at the key shining place.

Monica: Look at that. They're going into the first class lounge. You know what's in there?
Chandler: No.
Monica: Me neither. We have to get in!

Rachel: Can I get you some water?
Ross: [hoarse:] I'm good, I'm good.

Phoebe: Great. Could you do us a favor and not tell Chandler and Monica about this? Because, you know, they don't have any kids of their own and this door was like a child to them.
Mr. Treeger: Well, I'm going to have to put on a new lock. They'll find out anyway.
Phoebe: Oh, no.

Mr. Treeger: This is looking like an all-day job. I'm going to have to cancel my yoga class. Hey, Ross.
Ross: Hey.
Mr. Treeger: Could you tell Jasmine I can't make it to the yoga class today?
Ross: Sure.
Mr. Treeger: Namaste.

Rachel: No, Dr. Long, please come in. This is Ross, he is the father.
Ross: But not the husband, because evidently she can do this alone.