Rachel: What's that?
Ross: It came in the mail today. It's 72 long-stemmed red roses, one for each day I've known and loved Emily, cut up into mulch.
Rachel: Honey, that's awful.
Ross: It's not so bad. Monica's going to make potpourri.

Joey: You know how you were talking about how you didn't get to go to London and you were kind of feeling left out?
Phoebe: Yeah.
Joey: Well, we all felt really bad about that, so we decided we should all take a little trip together.
Phoebe: Oh, that's so nice. How great. Where? Where's the trip?
Monica: Well, we thought we would all go to a picnic ... in Central Park!
Phoebe: Central Park?
Joey: Yeah. All of us. All day.
Phoebe: That sucks! That's not a trip! I just came from the park. What are we going to high-five about at the stupid Central Park? Oh, it's right by my house. All right!

Chandler: Phoebe, we decided that the picnic idea was a little- It didn't have any- Well, it blew. So, we thought that this afternoon we'd all go away for the whole weekend to Atlantic City.
Phoebe: Ooh, Atlantic City! Oh, that's a great plan. Whose plan was that?
Joey: Mine.
Ross: Wait, it was my plan.
Joey: No, I said we needed a new plan.
Ross: And I came up with Atlantic City.
Joey: Which is the new plan.

Rachel: I think I'm just going to say it. I'm just going to say it. I'm still in love with you, Ross.
Ross: Wow, uh. Huh. I'm- Wow. I'm not sure what to do with that right now.
[Rachel starts laughing]
Ross: What? Was that a joke? Because it's mean.
Rachel: I'm so dead serious. I'm totally serious.
Ross: Why are you laughing?
Rachel: Because I just heard it. I heard it. And it's ridiculous. I mean. You're married. You're married, and it's just ridiculous. It's like when I said it, I sort of floated up out of my body, you know. And then I heard myself say it, and then the floating Rachel - I was like, "You are such an idiot!" [laughing]

Ross: Well, I am married.
Rachel: I know.
Ross: Even though I haven't spoken to her since the wedding.
Rachel: [laughing] I'm sorry. That's not funny.
Ross: Actually, it kind of is. My wife won't return my calls. [laughs] I don't know where my wife is.
"Hey, Ross! Where's the missus?" "Don't know."

Joey: Phoebe, you're leaking.
Monica: Oh, my God. Your water broke.
Phoebe: Oh, okay. Well, don't worry. I call shotgun.
Chandler: Pheebs, we have to take you to the hospital now.
Ross: Pheebs, the babies are coming now.
Rachel: Honey, high-five. The babies are coming! Whoo!
Phoebe: Hey, hey. Remember when my water broke?

Joey: Having some trouble?
Monica: Rachel locked the door.
Joey: I'll kick that door in if you give me some sugar.

Joey: Hey, Ross. Boddington's.
Ross: Boddington's.
Joey: Oh, yeah. That was good beer. You know, I'd walk back to London for another one of those frosty bad boys.

Monica: But she should be here by now.
Ross: So you talked to her? Did she sound mad?
Monica: No. But she likes me. You abandoned her on a plane to Greece.

Phoebe: You still haven't heard from Emily?
Ross: Not since I lost her at the airport.
Chandler: I can't believe she can outrun you.
Ross: Hey! She's fast, okay? You think you can beat me? Let's go. Outside!