Ross: Oh, my God.
Chandler: Hey, look at this kitchen/bathroom. That's great. So you can cook while in the tub.
Joey: Somebody was using his head.

Larry: I wonder how long that milk has been sitting out?
Phoebe: No, this place is totally healthy. This milk is mine. I bought this today because I was thirsty for milk, you know? [drinks the milk, then gags] Okay, let's go.

Phoebe: Now, if, after dinner, you still need to bust someone I know a hot dog vendor who picks his nose.

Joey: Maybe we did good, helping Ross get back on his feet.
Chandler: Yes. That was a nice place.
Joey: Yeah.
Chandler: Not a lot of closet space, but he could just hang his stuff out the window in a bag.

Chandler: What are we going to do?
Joey: I don't know. Maybe pizza?
Chandler: About Ross!

Rachel: This is never going to work. He's right there.
Monica: So just go over and say hi.
Rachel: No, I have to go downstairs and come back up, as if I'm coming home from the regatta gala. So just go distract him, but don't be sexy.

Danny: What's going on?
Monica: This is a great party. Great food. You know, most parties, it's all chips and salsa, chips and salsa. So, what's this?
Danny: Salad.
Monica: And what's this?
Danny: Bread. Aren't you a chef?

Rachel: You can just drop the act. I know what's going on. You're Danny's wingman, right? You guys are best buds, frat bros.

Rachel: Man, you know, he just keeps lobbing them up and I keep knocking them right out of the park.
Monica: I think I need a drink.

Chandler: Well, I see you've had a very productive day. Don't you think the cowboy hat's a little much.
Ross: Come on, it's fun.
Chandler: All right. Isn't this a woman's hat?
Joey: Dude, stop talking crazy and make us some tea.