Phoebe: You know, you guys were a lot more supportive when I wanted to make denim furniture.

Kathy: I love this tushy. Can I take it to work with me?
Chandler: Yeah, sure. It's not mine anyway. It came with the pants.

Monica: Just because Joey's had a lot of girlfriends doesn't mean he's great in bed.
Chandler: We share a wall. Either he's great, or she liked to agree with him a lot. Loudly and a lot. All night long she'd agree.

Chandler: All right, all right. I'll sleep with my girlfriend. But I'm just doing it for you guys.

Ross: Mon, back me up. Where you work, the waiters eat with the waiters. Right? And the chefs eat with the other chefs, right?
Monica: I eat by myself in the alley, because everybody hates me.

Joey: Look, Ross. It's no big deal. You wear a white coat. I wear a blue blazer. If that means we can't be friends at work, so be it. I understand, you know? When I'm in a play and you're in the audience, I don't talk to you. So it's, you know, it's cool.

Monica: So did you do it?
Chandler: Yes, yes, we had the sex.
Monica: Uh-oh. It was bad?
Chandler: It was fine, you know, but she didn't agree with me as strongly as she agreed with Joey. She was like, "l see your point. I'm all right with it."

Monica: Well, it was your first time. There's not always a lot of agreement the first time.
Rachel: Yeah. Not for girls, anyway. Guys agree like that.

Rachel: Oh, I can't watch this. It's like Sophie's Choice.
Monica: You know, I never saw that.
Rachel: Oh, it was only okay.

Joey: Check it out. Guess what job I just got.
Chandler: I don't know, but Donald Trump wants his blue blazer black.
Ross: What?
Chandler: Blue blazer back. He wants it back.
Rachel: You said "black." Why would he want his blue blazer black?
Chandler: Well, you know what I meant.
Monica: You messed it up. You're stupid.