Ross: Hey, Chandler, what are you doing tonight?
Chandler: Oh, why? Do you have a lecture?
Ross: No, why?
Chandler: Then free as a bird.

Monica: Maybe this is something you could do every week.
Ross: Yeah, or you could sit on the front porch and make sure no one steals the trashcans. He does that every week too.

Monica: Just so you know, you have to let him win. He hates to lose.
Chandler: No problem. Maybe I'll play with my left hand.
Ross: You're not a lefty?
Chandler: Does anybody know me?

Phoebe: I went to my old apartment to get the cookie recipe and that stupid fire burned it up.
Monica: No! Why didn't you make a copy and keep it in a fireproof box, and keep it at least 1 00 yards away from the original?
Phoebe: Because I'm normal.

Phoebe: Okay. I don't have the recipe, but here. I wish you health and happiness.
Chandler: An old cookie?
Monica: See, this is what happens when you don't register for gifts.

Phoebe: No, I made a batch and froze it. And this is the only one left.
Chandler: We can't accept this.
Phoebe: Why not?
Chandler: 'Cause it's gross.

Rachel: This isn't a game. Joe, you could really get hurt out here! Okay. So do you want to pay attention, or do you want to die?
Joey: I want to make a ship-to-shore call to Chandler.

Monica: I definitely taste nutmeg.
Phoebe: You do?
Monica: You don't? Well, that's the difference between a professional and a layman.
Phoebe: That and arrogance.

Phoebe: I can't believe that. Now the only thing left of my grandmother's legacy is this crumb.
I wish you a long and happy marriage.

Monica: Hey. How was it?
Ross: Well, I had a great time. Chauncey on the other hand...
Chandler: I will tell the story. Well, it was going great. I let him win, we were bonding. He even said I could call him Dad.
Ross: And what did he ask you not to call him?
Chandler: "Daddy."