Monica: How could I accept a restaurant from him? I can't. I couldn't even accept a necklace from Stu Vincent in the 7th grade.
Rachel: But, Mon, that was totally different. He was your health teacher.

Ross: I have that TV thing in two hours, and I need your help. What do you think? This blue suit or this brown one?
Joey: Well, the brown one brings out your eyes. But your butt looks great in the blue one.
Ross: Really?

Chandler: Do you guys know how to get a chick out of a VCR?

Ross: Because I think this will make you a little more sophisticated.
Rachel: Sophisticated like a hooker?

Rachel: Okay, just turn around.
Ross: What?
Rachel: I don't want you to see me naked.
Ross: Rachel, I've seen you naked a million times. I ate hot fudge off you naked. I sucked that mini-marshmallow out of your bellybutton.
Rachel: Yeah, but that was different. We were going out then. Now it's weird.
Ross: Rach, you know, I can see you naked anytime I want.
Rachel: What?
Ross: All I have to do is close my eyes. See? Woohoo.
Rachel: Ross, stop that. Come on. I don't want you thinking of me like that anymore.
Ross: Sorry. Nothing you can do about it. It's one of my rights as the ex-boyfriend.
Rachel: Stop it. Cut it out. Cut it out.

Ross: What's wrong?
Rachel: I'm sorry. I just can't go to the hospital looking like this.

Monica: So it doesn't involve Ross or Rachel or Chandler or Joey. What about Pete?
Phoebe: No. [Phoebe nods]
Monica: What is it? What about Pete?
Phoebe: I don't know. [Phoebe points her finger at Monica]
Monica: Okay, I feel like I'm talking to Lassie.

Chandler: That's Yasmine Bleeth. She's a completely different kind of chick. I love you both. But in very different ways.

Monica: I don't believe this. Wow, look at this refrigerator. It's gigantic. I could live in this thing. I'd be cold, but I'm always cold.

Rachel: Okay, you'd tell me the truth, right?
Ross: Rach, you can't look fat in an x-ray.