Rachel: People thinking it's huge has led Monica to believe we're stealing her thunder, which we aren't.
Monica: We're still talking about it.
Phoebe: That, and Chandler's problem.

Phoebe: I think I'll play it at the wedding.
Joey: Yeah. Well, we'll see if they actually let you play. I mean, they tell you anything you want to hear, like, "You look 19", and then they just take it away, like, "No, you don't."

Chandler: Now, Monica, I know you're upset, but don't forget there is going to be a wedding. You are going to throw the bouquet, and then there's going to be a honeymoon. Maybe in Paris.
Monica: Paris?
Chandler: We will take a moonlit walk on the Rue de la blah-blah-blah.
Monica: Keep talking.
Chandler: Then we will sprinkle rose petals on the bed and make love. Not just because it's romantic, but because I can.

Monica: Bonjour, monsieur.
Chandler: Okay, don't say anything. You might scare it away. [knock] at the door. It's Paris. Who knows we're here?

Monica: Hey, Pheebs, what's up?
Phoebe: You said I could sing at your wedding, so I'm going to need a small deposit.
Monica: What?
Phoebe: You know, just some good-faith money to hold the date.
Chandler: We're not giving you a deposit for our wedding.
Phoebe: Oh, I see.

Chandler: Give her the deposit. Give her the ring. I don't care.

Rachel: The only reason I did that was because your party was so boring.
Monica: [gasps] We had a caricaturist.

Ross: Rachel, I've been thinking. I don't think us getting together tonight is such a good idea. I'm calling it off.
Chandler: Way to save your dignity, my man.

Rachel: Oh, that is so unfair. Now I want to steal your thunder. Come on, Ross. Let's go have sex.

Monica: I can't believe you're gonna have sex on my engagement night.
Chandler: Well, somebody should.