Monica: Phoebe?
Phoebe: What?
Monica: Do you have a plan?
Phoebe: I don't even have a "pla."

Phoebe: See, he gave up something but then he got those magic beans. And then he woke up and there was this big plant outside of his window, full of possibilities and stuff. And he lived in a village, and you live in the Village.
Rachel: Okay. But, Pheebs, Jack gave up a cow. I gave up an orthodontist. Okay, I know I didn't love him.
Phoebe: Oh, see, Jack did love the cow.

Joey: There's the birthday boy. Hockey tickets. Rangers-Penguins tonight and we're taking you. -Happy birthday, pal!
Chandler: We love you, man.
Ross: It's funny. My birthday was seven months ago.
Joey: So?
Ross: So, I'm guessing you had an extra ticket and couldn't decide which one of you got to bring a date?
Chandler: Well, aren't we Mr. The-Glass-ls-Half-Empty?

Joey: Come on, Ross.
Ross: All right, all right. Maybe it will take my mind off it. You promise to buy me a big foam finger?
Joey: You got it.

Monica: We though since Phoebe was staying over tonight, we'd have kind of like a slumber party thing. We got some trashy magazines. We got cookie dough. We got Twister.
Phoebe: Ooh, ooh, and I brought Operation. But I lost the tweezers so we can't operate. But we can prep the guy.

Monica: Oh, Rach, it's the Visa card people.
Rachel: Oh, God. Ask them what they want.
Monica: Could you please tell me what this is in reference to? They say there's been some unusual activity on your account.
Rachel: But I haven't used my card in weeks.
Monica: That is the unusual activity.

Ross: Uh-oh.
Chandler: What, there was ice there that night with Carol? Plastic seats? Four thousand angry Pittsburgh fans?
Ross: No, actually, I was just saying we're not sitting together. But now that you mention it, there was ice there that night. It was the first frost.

Monica: You should feel great about yourself. You're doing this amazing independent thing.
Rachel: Monica, what is so amazing? I gave up, like, everything. And for what?
Phoebe: You are just like Jack.
Rachel: Jack from downstairs?
Phoebe: No, Jack and the Beanstalk.
Monica: Ah, the other Jack.

Rachel: But, see, it was a plan. You know, it was clear. Everything was figured out. And now everything's just kind of like-
Phoebe: Floopy?
Rachel: Yeah.
Monica: You're not the only one. I mean, half the time we don't know where we're going. I mean, you just got to figure at somepoint it's all gonna come together and it's just gonna be un-floopy.
Phoebe: Yeah, like that's a word.

Rachel: Okay, but Monica, what if it doesn't come together?
Monica: Pheebs?
Phoebe: Well, because you just- I don't like this question.
Rachel: Okay, see? See, you guys? What if we don't get magic beans? I mean, what if all we've got are ... beans?