Chandler: How's your room, Rach?
Rachel: Everything's ruined. My bed, my clothes. Look at my favorite sweater.
Monica: Isn't that mine?
Rachel: Fine. I'm sorry for your loss.

Monica: Why don't I just go out with an ex, you know, and do Joey a favor?
Joey: You want to do Joey a favor? Maybe you go out with Joey.

Dana: You know, I haven't spoken to him in 10 years, and he asks me for a favor?
Chandler: Yeah, I've always hated that Howie.
Dana: No "How you doing?" Man, I mean, not even a cup of coffee first.
Chandler: The nerve, huh?
Dana: Yeah.
Chandler: Refill?

Monica: There's one problem, though. There's only room for one, so I guess one of you will have to stay at Joey's.
Phoebe: Well, since the fire was kind of my fault, I guess you should get to stay here.
Rachel: Hey, hey, now. This was no one's fault, Pheebs. Okay, it was an accident.
Phoebe: Well, no, it was my fault, so you should get the nice room.
Rachel: Okay!

Monica: So, Rach, you're the first guest at "Hotel Monica." You just have to tell me how you like your eggs in the morning. I thought I'd bring them to you in bed. You've been through so much.
Rachel: I have.

Joey: This right here is where I keep the pizza. And that's where the napkin is.
Phoebe: What's that smell?
Joey: I know! I don't...

Fireman: We determined the cause of the fire.
Phoebe: I know. It was my candle. My candle.
Fireman: No, there was an appliance left on. It looks like a curling iron.
Phoebe: I don't use a curling iron.
Fireman: Someone does.
Rachel: Don't look at me, my hair's straight. Straight, straight, straight.
Fireman: It could've been a hair-straightener.
Rachel: Oh.

Monica: Does that smell bother you?
Phoebe: What? The smell from Joey's? I can hardly smell it over here.
Monica: Well, you let me know if you can. Because you know, I can bake a pie to cover it.
Phoebe: I can smell it a little, bake the pie.

Monica: Hey. How's it going?
Phoebe: Well, not much has changed in the last five minutes.
Monica: Yes, it has. I made cookies.
Phoebe: That's all right. I'm still full from your homemade potato chips.
Monica: But you should eat them now, because they're hot from the oven.
Phoebe: Okay.
Monica: Oh, but not in here. You can't eat them in bed, remember? No crummies!
Phoebe: Oh. Okay, I'll be out in a second.
Monica: Okay. What are you doing?
Phoebe: This doesn't lock, does it?

Rachel: Oh. Joey, I'm sorry.
Joey: It's all right, don't worry about it.
Rachel: But look. That's gonna leave a stain.
Joey: Rach, hey, it's fine. You're at Joey's.
Rachel: Really?
Joey: Yeah, look. Yeah.
Rachel: I've never lived like this before.
Joey: I know.
Rachel: Whoo.
Joey: All right. Well, don't waste it. I mean, it's still food.