Joey: Look at this clown. Just because he's got a bigger boat he thinks he can take up the whole river. Get out of the way, jackass! Who names their boat Coast Guard, anyway?
Rachel: That is the Coast Guard.
Joey: What are they doing out here? The coast is all the way over there.

Monica: I mean, what about friends of your grandma? Wouldn't they have the recipe?
Phoebe: Well, you know, I may have relatives in France who would know. My grandmother said she got the recipe from her grandmother, "Nestley Toulouse."
Monica: What was her name?
Phoebe: Nestley Toulouse.
Monica: Nestlé Toll House?
Phoebe: Ugh. You Americans always butcher the French language.
Monica: Phoebe, is this the recipe?
Phoebe: Yes! Oh.
Monica: I cannot believe that I just spent the last two days trying to figure out that recipe and it was in my cupboard the whole time.
Phoebe: I know! You see, it is stuff like this which is why you're burning in hell!

Phoebe: If you don't sail your boat, what do you do on there?
Joey: Oh, it's great. It's a great place to just kind of sit, hang around, drink a few beers, eat some chips.
Chandler: Well, it's good that you finally have a place to do that.

Chandler: Hey, guys. So, what do you think?
Ross: About what?
Rachel: What?
Chandler: Are you kidding? Okay, I'll give you a hint. I'll give you a hint.
Joey: Eyes. No, no. Your eyes. No. Chandler's eyes.
Chandler: I got glasses.
Ross: You always had glasses.
Chandler: No, I didn't.
Ross: Are you sure?
Rachel: Yeah, didn't you used to have a pair? They were really round and burgundy, and they made you look kind of-
Joey: Feminine.
Rachel: Yes.
Chandler: No.
Monica: Sweetie, I think the glasses look great. I think they make you look really sexy.
Chandler: Really?
Monica: Yeah.
Chandler: You didn't think I used to wear glasses, right?
Monica: Of course. [mouths] I had no idea!

Monica: I'm sure Dad doesn't care. He probably thought it was funny. He'll be telling this story for years.
Chandler: I don't want him to tell this story for years.
Ross: Oh, but he will. He still tells the story about how Monica tried to escape from fat camp.
Monica: I wasn't escaping.
Ross: Then how'd you get caught in the barbed wire?
Monica: I was trying to help out a squirrel.
Ross: You were trying to eat it!

Phoebe: You know, I bet it would actually make my grandma really happy to know that we're trying to figure out her recipe. I bet she's looking up at us and smiling right now.
Ross: Looking up?
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, no. She was really nice to me but she's in hell for sure.

Ross: My dad wants to know if you want to play racquetball with us.
Monica: Great. Dad must really like you. He doesn't ask just anyone to play.
Ross: Yeah, and he didn't really ask for you. He asked for "Chauncey." I assumed he meant you.
Chandler: Did you correct him?
Ross: No, I thought it would be more fun this way.

Phoebe: So, what do you guys want for an engagement gift?
Chandler: That's okay, Pheebs, we're not having a party, so you don't have to-
Monica: [stammering] If someone wants to give us a present, we don't want to deprive them of that joy.
Rachel: Oh, you know what you should get them, one of those little portable CD players.
Monica: Oh, I already have one.
Phoebe: Unless someone borrowed it and left it at the gynecologist.
Rachel: Yeah, and by "someone" she means Joey.

Monica: I want your grandmother's cookie recipe.
Phoebe: You mean the chocolate chip cookie recipe?
Monica: Uh-huh. Yeah.
Phoebe: You mean the one my grandma made me swear on her deathbed that I would never let out of our family?
Chandler: Dying people say the craziest things.

Joey: Ahoy!
Chandler: Hey. How's the boat?
Joey: Great. I'm really getting into this sailing stuff.
Monica: Oh, so you finally took it out of the marina?
Joey: Why would I do that? It took three guys to get the thing in there.