Chandler: Janice. There you are. I had to have one last kiss. And also, you said you were going to leave after I got on the plane.
Janice: No. I want to see you take off.
Chandler: Well, then I guess I'm going to Yemen. I'm going to Yemen. [to an elderly woman in line] When we get to Yemen, can I stay with you?

Airport Announcement: This is the final boarding call for flight 664 to Yemen.
Chandler: Well, I guess I gotta go.
Janice: Oh, my Bing-a-ling. I'll wait for you. Do you even know how long you're going to be gone?
Chandler: Well, just until we find an energy source to replace fuel.
Janice: Oh. Well, I'll write you every day. 15, Yemen Road, Yemen.
Chandler: Okay. Goodbye.

Monica: So, everybody ready? Here we go. I hear something. I hear something. Where is it?
Rachel: It's coming from Joey.
Phoebe: Oh, my God! That's so freaky. Turn him off.

Janice: Face it, honey, I am not letting you get away this time.
Chandler: I hear you. But unfortunately, my company is transferring me overseas.
Janice: Oh, no. Where to? To Paris?
Chandler: No, not Paris.
Janice: Ooh, to London? Rome? Vienna? Ooh, ooh, Barcelona?
Chandler: Okay, could you just stop talking for a second? Yemen. [Janice gasps] That's right. Yes. I'm being transferred to Yemen.
Janice: When?
Chandler: I don't know exactly.
Janice: Well, I will just have to soak up every ounce of Chandler Bing until that moment comes.
Chandler: But I do know it's sometime tomorrow.

Rachel: What am I sitting on? I'd hate to think what was this woman scratching when this broke off?
Chandler: Hey, you know who used to have nails like that?
Janice: Oh, my God!

Chandler: I'm only pretend-moving to Yemen. It's the only way I could get rid of her.
Joey: Oh. Good one. And Yemen, that actually sounds like a real country.

Phoebe: Why are you doing this, anyway?
Ross: You should've seen the guy she used to date. He was like "Joe Rugby".
Phoebe: You're kidding. And he plays rugby? That's funny. Oh, I see. You did that. All right.

Chandler: Hi, I need a fake ticket to Yemen.
Ticket Counter Attendant: One ticket to Yemen?
Chandler: Oh, no. No, no, no. I just need a pretend ticket.
Ticket Counter Attendant: I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand.
Chandler: Okay, what would you give a kid to play with?
Ticket Counter Attendant: Are you traveling with a child?
Chandler: No. Oh. You know what, she's going to think I'm handing you a credit card. But what I'm really going to do is hand you a library card.
Ticket Counter Attendant: Sir, a ticket to Yemen is $2100, and we don't take library cards.
Janice: What's the matter? Is something wrong? Do you have to stay?
Chandler: American Express?

Chandler: You know, you really didn't have to take me to the airport.
Janice: Oh, please. Every moment is precious. Besides, someone had to ride with your luggage.
And besides, your friends don't seem to care very much that you're leaving.
Chandler: Well, we're not really that close.

Chandler: I can't believe I'm getting my nails done. You said it was going to be fun. Which it kind of is. Also, you said there were going to be guys here. There are no other guys here.
Rachel: Chandler, there a guy right over there.
Chandler: That's a mailman. That's our mailman. Hi, how are you?