Ross: Amy, l- I just- I just wanna-
Amy: What? What are you gonna do?
Ross: No more falafel for you!

Ross: Charlie, this is Rachel's sister Amy. Amy, this is Charlie.
Charlie: Hi. Nice to meet you.
Amy: Hi, hi. And you are?
Ross: Ross? I grew up on your block? We had Thanksgiving together last year? I had a baby with your sister?
Amy: No. I- Did I buy a falafel from you yesterday?
Ross: Yes. Yes, you did.

Phoebe: Where are you going?
Mike: I'm going to go to the bathroom.
Phoebe: Well, I think you should wait.
Mike: Why?
Phoebe: Well, if you don't hold it in, you don't get all the nutrients.
Announcer: Knicks fans, please turn your attention to the big screen on the scoreboard. Someone has a special question to ask.
Phoebe: Mike Hannigan, will you marry me?
Announcer: Get a load of this. She's proposing to him! Guess we know who wears the pants in that family.
Phoebe: Well, that's not very enlightened. Hey! Hey! Boo us? Boo you!

Chandler: Hello, this is Chandler Bing. Someone just dropped off a handwritten recommendation letter and- Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay. Thank you. Goodbye.
Monica: We're screwed, aren't we? You know what? Just tell me on the way to the bird store.
Chandler: They loved it.
Monica: What?
Chandler: They thought it was very smart of us to have a child write the recommendation letter.
Monica: They thought Joey was a child?
Chandler: She guessed 8, 9, based on his drawings.

Chandler: I don't understand.
Joey: Some of the words a little too sophisticated for you?
Monica: It doesn't make any sense.
Joey: Well, of course it does. It's smart. I used a thesaurus.
Chandler: On every word?
Joey: Yep.
Monica: All right, what was this sentence originally?
Joey: Oh. "They are warm, nice people with big hearts."
Chandler: And that became, "They are humid, prepossessing Homo sapiens with full-sized aortic pumps."
Joey: Yeah. Yeah. And hey, I really mean it, dude.
Monica: All right, Joey, I don't think we can use this.
Joey: Why not?
Monica: Well, because you signed it: "Baby Kangaroo Tribbiani."

Joey: Hello? Yeah, this is Joey Tribbiani. Oh, hi. Well, I'm glad you liked my letter. No, my mommy and daddy aren't home right now. Okay, bye-bye. She was nice.

Amy: Uh. Sure you want to eat that?
Joey: I'm curvy and I like it!

Amy: You know? When I moved in here, I thought, "This is going to be so great. Just us sisters back together again like when we were kids." Except without that stupid Jill. Oh. Who has gotten fat, by the way.
Rachel: Seriously?
Amy: Mom said she gained, like, 15 pounds.
Rachel: Hips or thighs?
Amy: Ass and face.
Rachel: Oh, my God! I thought she was on Atkins.
Amy: She was. Carbs found her.

Phoebe: But just so you know- However and whenever you decide to propose, I promise I'll say yes. Whether, you know, it's at a basketball game or in skywriting or, you know, like some lame guy in a cheesy movie who hides it in the cake. It's in the cake, isn't it?
Mike: Where else would lame Mr. No Balls hide it?

Phoebe: What's the matter with me? Why do I keep ruining this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Mike: No, it's my fault. I keep trying to propose in these stupid ways and all I want to do is tell you I love you, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you- I'm gonna do this now.
Phoebe: Oh, my God.
Mike: Phoebe, l-
Phoebe: Wait. Oh, wait. Oh, no.
Mike: Ready?
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Mike: Phoebe, I love you. There's no one else in the world I would ask to marry me three times.
But I want to take care of you, have babies with you and grow old with you. Phoebe Buffay, will you marry me?
Phoebe: Yes.
Mike: I love you.
Phoebe: I love you more.
Mike: Not possible. She's gonna be Mrs. No Balls!