Phoebe: I should go too. I'm playing in one hour. You guys should come hear me. [clears throat] Hear me. Oh. [sings] "My sticky shoes" Ew. Ew. I lost my sexy phlegm!

Rachel: Ross, didn't you play soccer in high school? No, wait. That's right. You just organized their game schedules on your Commodore 64.

Ross: All I'm gonna say is, finally, it's nice to be in a mature relationship.
Rachel: You know, the world would be such a better place if that actually was all you were gonna say.

Monica: What movie did you get?
Joey: I got what I always get, Die Hard.
Kathy: See, that's what I like about Joey. Any other guy would have been "Yeah, The English Patient is my favorite movie too." But Joey goes, "No way. Let's get Die Hard! I'm not watching that English crap."

Monica: Oh, come on. You're making it sound worse than it was.
Ross: Her date tipped me $10.

Chandler: Wish me luck.
Ross: [loudly] Good luck.
Chandler: Wish it!

Phoebe: [singing] My sticky shoes, My sticky, sticky shoes, Why you stick on me? Baby.
Thanks for the lights, honey.

Phoebe: So, I need to write some depressing stuff to go with my new bluesy voice. But nothing that sad has ever really happened to me.
Monica: How about your mom dying? Or having to live on the streets when you were 14?
Phoebe: Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, I could write about the time my hair did that whoo-hoo thing.

Phoebe: [singing] And I'm still waiting For my papier-mache man.
Thank you, my babies.

Rachel: So he stole a couple bucks from me. Big deal. At least he got me something with it.
Monica: That's mine.