Rachel: Mark is in fashion. I like having a friend I can share this stuff with. You guys would never go to a lecture with me.
Ross: Pah. I'd love to go with you.
Rachel: Really?
Ross: Yeah, I have clothes. I even pick them out. For all you know, I could be a fashion ... monger.

Ross: So I nodded off a little.
Rachel: "Nodded off"? Ross, you were snoring. My father's boat didn't make that much noise when it hit rocks!

Ross: Come on. Forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes, the man talked about strappy-backed dresses.

Ginger: What's that?
Chandler: That's my "nubbin."
Ginger: What's a nubbin?
Chandler: It's kind of a third-nipple kind of thing.
Ginger: You have three nipples?
Chandler: Well, you know, two regulars and one that barely qualifies as a- What?
Ginger: Nothing. You know, l- I just remembered I have to leave.
Chandler: You have to leave? Now? How come?
Ginger: Well, it's nubbin. Nothing!

Joey: Ginger and I had gone out a few times. Then one weekend, we went to her Dad's cabin, just me, her and her annoying little dog, Pepper. That night I cooked this really romantic dinner.
Monica: You gave her food poisoning.
Joey: I wish.

Rachel: Well, okay, how about four hours in a freezing museum auditorium Iistening to Professor Pitstains and his "Hey, everybody. Remember that thing that's been dead for a gazillion years? Well, here's a little bone we didn't know it had."
Ross: First of all, it's Professor Pitain. And second of all, that little bone proved that that particular dinosaur had wings but didn't fly.
Rachel: Okay, you know what I just heard? Blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah.
Ross: You know what? A hundred million people went to see a movie about what I do. I wonder how many people would go see a movie called Jurassic Parka.
Rachel: Oh, that is so--
Ross: No, no, no. A bunch of out-of-control jackets take over an island! [squeals]

Joey: You okay?
Phoebe: I actually am. Because, you know, life's gonna hand you all kinds of stuff. You learn your little lessons and hopefully you grow. You wanna hear a new song?
Monica: We'd love to.
Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] Jingle bitch screwed me over. Go to hell, jingle whore. Go to hell, go to hell, go to he-he-hell. That's all I have so far.

Gunther: Is someone in there?
Chandler: No, this is just part of a daredevil game I play called "Wait Until the Last Moment Before I Burst and Die."

Ginger: Joey Tribbiani? I can see you, okay? You're hiding behind the coats.
Joey: [after Ginger has left] Close one.

Joey: See, another thing that I probably should've told you about Ginger is that she kind of has a ... artificial leg.
Monica: Oh, my God! Joey, what did you do after you threw her leg on the fire?
Joey: I ran!