Chandler: Ho, ho, ho.
Phoebe: Excuse me?
Chandler: Your pants.
Phoebe: Oh yeah. You like them? I went to a used-clothes store and got a bunch of maternity stuff. These are so comfortable.
Joey: Pheebs, those are Santa pants.
Phoebe: What?
Chandler: Santa pants. Santa Claus's pants.
Phoebe: Nuh-uh. No. They're maternity pants. Look, they even came with a list of baby names. See? These names are good, and these are bad. Oh.

Phoebe: What are you going to bet?
Rachel: Well, I think we should let Phoebe decide because she's the only one who's impartial, and she's so pretty.
Phoebe: Okay. I have a game. This is great!
Joey: What's the game?
Phoebe: Well, it doesn't have a name. No, okay. Phoebe Ball. No, it doesn't have a name. Okay. Monica, what is your favorite thing about trees?
Monica: They're green?
Phoebe: Good. Five points.
Monica: All right.
Phoebe: Joey, same question.
Joey: They're tall.
Phoebe: Ooh, three points. Both fine answers, but we were looking for leafy. Leafy.

Chandler: Forget it. I'm not giving up my bachelor pad for basketball seats.
Rachel: Your "bachelor pad"?
Monica: Have you even had a girl up here?
Chandler: No. But Joey has, and I usually talk to them in the morning time.
Joey: Yeah you do.

Ross: Hey guys.
Chandler: Oh, my God.
Joey: What, we don't make enough fun of you already?
Ross: Oh, yeah. Emily convinced me to do it.
Chandler: You do know that Wham broke up?

Ross: I can ask her to live with me.
Chandler: Are you serious?
Ross: Why not? I mean, why not?
Chandler: Because you've only known her six weeks. Okay, I've got a carton of milk in my fridge I've had a longer relationship with.

Ross: Look, guys, when I'm with her, it's like ... she brings out this great side of me. I mean, I love her, you know?
Chandler: And I love the milk. But I'm not going to ask some British girl to move in with me. Joey, you say things now.

Ross: Thanks guys.
Chandler: No problem. Just remember to wake us up before you go-go.

Chandler: Look, I want those basketball seats just as much as you. Okay, but we can't live in the small apartment after we've lived here. Didn't you ever read Flowers for Algernon?
Joey: Yes. Didn't you ever read Sports Illustrated? No, I didn't read yours.

Monica: That's not even a game.
Rachel: Shut up. We're winning!

Emily: I don't know. Leaving London. My whole family lives there. My job.
Ross: You'll get a job here. I mean, I'm always hearing about them foreigners coming in and stealing American jobs. That could be you.