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!

Rachel: I hate this apartment. I hate the color of these walls. I hate that this place still smells like bird. I hate that singing guy.
Joey: Are you kidding? I love that guy. "Morning's here, Morning is here"-
Rachel: Stop it. I will kill you.

Chandler: Open up! Open up! Open up!
Monica: We'll discuss it in the morning.
Chandler: What the hell is going on?
Rachel: We took our apartment back.
Phoebe: I had nothing to do with it. Okay, it was my idea. But I don't feel good about it.

Ross: You know what? I never would've gotten this if it weren't for you. When I'm with you, I'm like this whole other guy. I love that guy. I mean, I love you too. A lot. But that guy. I love that guy!

Emily: I don't think you understand packing. Look, I just don't want to leave it till the last minute. Last time, I packed in such a rush I left my knickers here.
Ross: Yeah, I know. I tried them on.
Emily: You didn't.
Ross: No, I didn't. I didn't want to be "that guy."

Rachel: Hey, Pheebs, so how are the elves?
Phoebe: I don't know, how are the --- your clothes aren't funny.

Rachel: We know what these are worth.
Monica: Do you think we're stupid?
Joey: Not stupid. You're meaner than I thought.

Chandler: Yes, Gunther. Can I get two cups of chino, please?
Gunther: Good one.

Joey: Look, when I was a little kid, my dad's company gave season tickets to the No. 1 salesman every year. All right. My dad never won. Of course, he wasn't in the sales division. But still, I never, ever, ever forgot that!