Amy: Nana's on the phone.
Rachel: Wow. That's interesting, since she died seven years ago.
Amy: She did? Who got her condo in Boca?
Rachel: [on the phone] Hello? It's our nanny.

Rachel: That's Molly. She's sick. Can you watch Emma today?
Ross: I can't. I have back-to-back classes. Did Molly say what she had? Because my throat's been hurting.
Rachel: Menstrual cramps.
Ross: I don't think that's what this is.

Ross: I do not want her babysitting our child.
Rachel: Why not?
Ross: For one thing, she keeps calling her Ella.
Rachel: Ella's a nice name.
Ross: Fine, we'll call the next one Ella.
Rachel: The next one?

Rachel: Ross, I am trying to help her become a better person. This is a huge breakthrough for her. She just offered to do something for another human being. You know, I don't know. Ross, I'm telling you she's giving up getting her eyebrows shaped to do this, all right? Do you understand how important that is in our world?

Chandler: Hey, Joe, how's the second draft of the letter coming?
Joey: Great. I'm finished. In fact, I just dropped it off at the agency.
Monica: You dropped it off?
Joey: Yeah.
Chandler: Can we read it? Can you print out another copy?
Joey: No can do, amigo. No, I didn't use the computer. It felt more personal to handwrite it.
Monica: You handwrote it?
Joey: Yeah, and don't worry. I didn't try to sound smart at all.

Rachel: You are so irresponsible! I am never letting you babysit again!
Amy: Hey, you know what? This kid needs me, okay? She needs to have a cool, fun aunt.
Monica: I'm a cool, fun aunt.
Amy: Okay.
Chandler: Hey! Monica can be cool and fun at organized indoor projects.

Mike: Great game, huh?
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Mike: Why do you keep looking at the screen?
Phoebe: I'm not. I'm praying. Please let the Knicks win. Thank you, Thor.

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!

Ross: Why is she wearing her hat so low? She can barely see.
Rachel: Well, I don't really want her to see.
Ross: Why not?
Monica: Because there are so many terrible sights in this world.
Chandler: Like war. Or that thing in Joey's refrigerator. Remember? It was in a milk carton, but it looked like meat?