Ross: I talked to Chandler's parents again.
Phoebe: You said he was missing?
Ross: No. I made it seem like I just called to chat. I'm pretty sure they both think I'm interested.

Rachel: Okay, but before you do that, I need you to talk to me.
Monica: About what?
Rachel: I'm never gonna get married!
Monica: Yeah, you will. The right guy's just around the corner. Okay, are we done with that?
Rachel: No, Monica, I'm serious. Uh, maybe I should just forget about it and become a lesbian or something.
Monica: Any woman would be lucky to have you.
Rachel: Well, maybe it would make me feel better if I slept with Joey.
Monica: Rachel? Are you okay?

Ross: Come on, we're going home.
Chandler: No, no. I can't do that.
Phoebe: Why not?
Chandler: Because if I go home, we're gonna become the Bings. I can't be the Bings.
Ross: What's wrong with being the Bings?
Chandler: The Bings have horrible marriages. They yell, they fight, and they use the pool boy as a pawn in their sexual games.

Chandler: It's not just their marriage. Look at yours. Look at everybody's. The only person who can make marriage work is Paul Newman. And I've met me and I am no Paul Newman. I don't race cars. I don't make make popcorn. None of my proceeds go to charity.

Rachel: We can't find Chandler- His vest. We can't find Chandler's vest.
Monica: How can that be? Wait, are you serious?
Phoebe: We found the vest. I mean, we're going to have to keep an eye on it, make sure we don't lose it again.
Monica: Oh, wow. Okay, don't scare me like that, okay? I mean, for a minute there, I was like, "Oh, my God! The worst has happened!"

Ross: You're right. It is huge. So why don't we take it just a little bit at a time. Okay. Forget getting married for a sec. Just forget about it. Can you just come home and take a shower? That's not scary, right?
Chandler: Depends on what you mean by "we."

Chandler: So I was in the gift shop, that's when I saw this. And I thought anything that can fit into this can't be scary.
Phoebe: Well, you obviously didn't see Chuckie III.

Phoebe: Oh, God, this is turning into the worst wedding day ever. The bride is pregnant, the groom is missing and I'm still holding this.

Phoebe: Okay, I'm going with you.
Ross: Why?
Phoebe: Ross, you're tired. You've been looking all night. And clearly, you suck at this.

Ross: So this is your office?
Chandler: How'd you guys find me? I knew I should've hid at the gym.