Ross: Anyway, it turns out I'm not gonna get those tickets.
Phoebe: Oh, no. Why not?
Ross: Well, it turns out Ben and Sting's son do not get along.
Phoebe: How come?
Ross: Apparently, Sting's son made fun of the fact that Ben's moms are "lesbenims."

Phoebe: Ross, if they don't get along, then you should smooth things over. Make them be friends.
Ross: Phoebe, you can't force kids to be friends.
Phoebe: Sure you can. Give them some blocks. Put them in a playpen.
Ross: Playpen? Ben's 7.
Phoebe: Your kid is 7? He's really small.

Phoebe: Please get the tickets.
Ross: I'm sorry, Pheebs. I just can't do it.
Phoebe: Yes, you can. Sting says so himself.
Ross: What?
Phoebe: [singing to the tune of Roxanne] Ross can!
Ross: Look, I'm sorry-
Phoebe: [singing] Ross can!
Ross: Phoebe?
Phoebe: [singing] Ross can get me the tickets! Ross can get me the tickets!

Joey: Well, I'll let you two "fashists" get down to business.

Monica: I don't think I wanna wear the boots tonight.
Chandler: Why not?
Monica: Well, you know, I'm just worried tour bosses will see them and think they pay you too much money. Or your assistant will see them and want a raise.
Chandler: Do you think I work at some kind of boot-pricing company?

Dina: I can't go in there. I can't tell him.
Rachel: It's gonna be okay. He has been incredibly supportive of me. And if he gets a little upset, that's what the meatball sub is for.

Dina: I'm pregnant.
Joey: What?
Rachel: Now. Now. Give him the sandwich!

Joey: Obviously, this is a mistake. You can't be pregnant. Because you have to have sex to get pregnant.
Dina: Joe, I tried to wait until I was 25, like you did.
Rachel: What? Dina-
Joey: Bub.

Joey: Dina, I can't believe this. You're the good one who went to college. Both years!

Ben: Aunt Phoebe, what are you doing here?
Phoebe: Well, I heard you're having a problem with one of the boys in your class. And so I thought I would just come down here and sit you both down, have a little talk and make it all okay. Now, the boy's name is Sting's son.