Chandler: Ugh, turkey. Ugh, giving thanks.
Phoebe: Look, everyone. It's the spirit of Thanksgiving.

Rachel: I'm going to take a nap. Turkey makes me sleepy.
Monica: We haven't eaten yet.
Rachel: I know, but all that work you're doing to get it ready and I just...

Chandler: Hey, what time is it? The big game's about to start.
Phoebe: You don't have to do that. Ross and Joey aren't here. You can watch the parade if you want.
Chandler: Thanks.

Monica: What is wrong with this freezer? Ow! Ow!
Phoebe: God. What happened?
Monica: Oh, my God, ice just got in my eye.
Rachel: People are trying to sleep in here.
Chandler: Monica got ice in her eye and it hurts.
Phoebe: Open it up. Let me see.
Monica: You know, I can't. It really kills.
Chandler: Maybe you should put some ice on it.

Chandler: Okay, I think I'm making some progress with Joey. When I walked into the apartment, he went to his bedroom but he only slammed the door once. I mean, yeah, he gave me the finger while doing it.

Phoebe: Okay, I've got to call my mom and ask her a left-handed cooking question.

Ross: So listen, I picked Monica for Secret Santa, but I'm already getting her something for Hanukkah. I was wondering if you want to switch?
Chandler: Oh, you know what, I was trying to trade for, well, you.
Ross: Really? Wow, that's so nice. What are you getting me?
Chandler: I don't know, R.G. I was thinking something girlie for your office.

Ross: Hey, what are you doing?
Joey: Sending back all this stuff Chandler bought out of guilt.
Ross: Even the TV?
Joey: No, I'm going to put that in my room.

Kathy: Oh, my God. Is it really that bad?
Chandler: When I walk in the room, he won't even talk to me. He just mumbles something in Italian. And I know he only knows the bad words.

Chandler: All right, look. If you're not going to stay for me, then at least stay for them. They had a very difficult year, what with the robbery and all.