Joey: So when do I meet the robot?
Producer: Why don't we do that right now? He's right here. Joey Tribbiani, this is-
Joey: Wow. He's so lifelike. It's unbelievable.
Producer: This is Wayne, the man who created and operates C.H.E.E.S.E.
Joey: How do you do there, buddy?

Phoebe: So you're Elizabeth's father? I can see now where she gets her rugged handsomeness.

Chandler: But Ross is a great guy. I was roommates with him in college. Ha, funny story- Your roommate in college died, didn't he?
Paul: A part of him did, yes.

Rachel: Sorry I'm late. But I am ready to talk you up. When is Liz's father getting here?
Paul: I'm already here.
Rachel: Ross is so great.

Chandler: Honey, you got the kind with the little girl. You said we were going to get the kind with the baby.
Monica: You said the baby creeps you out.
Chandler: No, the little girl creeps me out.
Monica: You said, "the baby."
Chandler: Why would the baby creep me out?
Monica: Why would the little girl creep you out?

Joey: Anyway, it wasn't the robot. It was the guy who controls him. He doesn't like me. He had C.H.E.E.S.E. knock over the sandwich table right when I was reaching for one.
Phoebe: So why don't you just get him fired?
Joey: I may have to. I mean, I hate to do it. But I'm the star, you know? There's a limit to how many sandwiches I can eat off the floor.

Rachel: What's the big deal? So I kissed the guy?
Ross: He is my girlfriend's father. It's weird!
Rachel: Well, you dated my sister.
Ross: That was different.
Rachel: What? Why?
Ross: This is weird for me!

Rachel: Ross, look. This is good for you. Let's face it. So far the guy's not loving you. But I can turn that around. I've got the inside track. We could all go out to dinner. And I could talk you up. Plus, the guy is a very, very successful lawyer.
Ross: How is that important?
Rachel: Oh, it's important.

Monica: Fine. Then you know what? I will just write about Phyllis. "Phyllis is sitting in the chair."
Phoebe: I see what you're doing.
Monica: "Phyllis sees what I'm doing."
Phoebe: Oh, I have tasted my own medicine and it is bitter.

Paul: I'm sorry I was so harsh. But you have to understand. I still look at Lizzie like she's a 12-year-old girl.
Ross: Yeah, you know what, I know what you mean. I do that, too.
Paul: I beg your pardon?
Ross: No, no. I don't mean see her as a 12-year-old girl. I mean, I have a son who is six and I still think of him as a baby.
Paul: You have a son?
Ross: Yeah, well, my ex-wife and I share custody of Ben. And just so you know, Carol and I are on excellent terms - as I'm sure you are with your wife. Oh! I'm sorry. It's unbelievable.