Chandler: Okay, I thought about it, and maybe you're right. Maybe Krog is not a safe toy.
Monica: Good. What made you change your mind?
Chandler: I swallowed his sonic blaster gun.
Phoebe: How did that happen?
Chandler: Well, I was trying to prove that I was right, you know. And it turns out I was wrong and now it's lodged in my throat.
Monica: Damn it. You know, this whole time we were concentrating on the babies and no one was watching Chandler.

Monica: The babies are asleep. You'll be okay on your own.
Phoebe: You can't leave me with them. We're a team. We're playing a zone. They'll triple-team me.

Phoebe: A real man wouldn't just run to the hospital. No. What would Krog do?

Phoebe: Why are there only two of you? Where's Leslie? Well, you can't answer. Leslie? Where are you, Leslie? Now would be a good time for your first words. Well, look at you. You are a little bit mischievous. My gosh. Oh, you're a lot mischievous. Well, it'll dry. You sit with your brother and sister now ... who aren't there.

Ross: I picked up the divorce papers. I've already signed everything and I put little X's where you need to sign.
Rachel: Oh, little X's. Great. That makes up for everything.

Ross: You know, you've done a lot of stupid stuff too, okay?
Rachel: Oh, name one stupid thing that is as stupid as this one.
Ross: Okay, how about you flew to London to stop my wedding? How about you told me you loved me after I was already married.
Rachel: Wait, that was different. I did those things because I was in love with you.
Ross: Yeah. Right. You're right. That's very different.