Rachel: The nights are the hardest. But then the day comes and that's every bit as hard as the night. And then the night comes again...
Monica: The days and nights are hard, I get it. Look, Rachel, I'm sorry. I have to start getting ready. I'm getting married today.
Rachel: I know. At dusk. That's such a hard time for me.

Nora: As I recall, when we got married, I saw the groom in the wedding dress.
Charles: Well, that was after the wedding. It's not bad luck then.
Nora: Honey, it isn't good luck.

Ross: This is nice.
Phoebe: What?
Ross: I've never walked down the aisle knowing it can't end in divorce.

Monica: Chandler, for so long I wondered if I would ever find my prince. My soul mate. Then three years ago, at another wedding, I turned to a friend for comfort. And instead, I found everything that I'd ever been looking for my whole life. And now here we are with our future before us. And I only want to spend it with you. My prince. My soul mate. My friend. Unless you don't want to. You go.

Joey: Chandler?
Chandler: No, that's okay. Monica, I thought this was going to be the most difficult thing I ever had to do. But when I saw you walking down that aisle, I realized how simple it was. I love you.
Any surprises that come our way, it's okay, because I will always love you. You are the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.

Chandler: I love you. And I know about the baby.
Monica: What baby?
Chandler: Our baby.
Monica: We have a baby?
Chandler: Phoebe found your pregnancy test in the trash.
Monica: I didn't take a pregnancy test. Then who did?
Phoebe: Look at them. Aw. And they're gonna have a baby.
Rachel: Uh-huh.

Ross: Chandler, have you ever put on a black dress and asked me up to your hotel room?
Chandler: No.
Ross: Then you are neither of your parents.

Rachel: Hi. Oh, great hat. I need you to perform another wedding. Can you do that?
Priest: I don't know. Are they Greek Orthodox?
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah. They're my friends, Monica Stephanopolis. And Chandler Acidophilus.

Phoebe: What's going on?
Ross: Chandler's gone again.
Phoebe: Oh, my God. Why would you play hide-and-seek with someone you know is a flight risk?

Priest: Dearly beloved-
Joey: That's my line! I can take it from here. Thanks. Dearly beloved, I'm sorry I'm a little late. You may be confused by this now but you won't be Memorial Day weekend, 2002. Well, let's get started before the groom takes off again, okay.