Melissa: Phoebe, were you ever in a sorority?
Phoebe: Of course. Yes, I was a, um... Thigh Mega Tampon.
Melissa: What one?
Phoebe: Yeah. You know, we were really huge, but then they had to shut us down when Regina Phalange died of alcohol poisoning.

Phoebe: It just seems pretty wild. And you're so vanilla.
Rachel: Vanilla? I'm not vanilla. I do lots of crazy things. I mean, I got drunk and married in Vegas.
Phoebe: To Ross.

Rachel: Ooh, this one was Pierce Brosnan.
Chandler: Pierce Brosnan?
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Chandler: Are you serious? 007? This is James Bond's tux? Oh, I have to get married in James Bond's tux.
Rachel: It's a pretty cool tux.
Chandler: It's not just that. I would be England's most powerful weapon. A jet-setting heartbreaker on Her Majesty's secret service. A man who fears no one, with a license to kill. Would Monica let me wear this?

Chandler: You can't wear that. I'm wearing the famous tux. If you wear that, it'll make mine less special.
Ross: You need something to to make it special? You have the most special thing of all. You are marrying the woman you love.
Chandler: Don't take away my cool thing. Pretty please?
Ross: "Pretty please?" Not very 007.
Chandler: Look, it's my wedding day. If you were getting married, I would never do anything to upset you.
Ross: When I got married, you slept with my sister.
Chandler: That was pretty 007.

Rachel: Hey, out of all of us, who do you think's going to get married next?
Joey: Probably Monica and Chandler.

Joey: So where are my parents gonna be?
Monica: Well, if this is the wedding hall then your parents would be over here at home in Queens.

Joey: They're not invited? Oh, no, they're gonna be crushed.
Monica: Why would they think they're invited?
Joey: Uh, you got me. I don't...
Monica: Joey!
Joey: Look, I thought parents were coming. Your parents are coming. Chandler's are coming. Ross's parents are coming.
Monica: Ross's parents are my parents.
Joey: Well, see, parents are coming.

Monica: What am I gonna say?
Joey: Just tell them there was mix up with the invitations. No, blame it on the post office. They hate the post office. And the Irish. But I don't think you could blame it on them.

Monica: This is Monica Geller. I'm just calling to say that I really hope you can make the wedding. Apparently some of our invitations weren't delivered. I guess there was some screw-up at the damn post office. Tell me about it! Yeah, the U.S. Post Office? No. More like U.S. Lost Office. What are they, Irish?

Joey: But it's going to start late? I mean, weddings start a little late, right?
Monica: Have you ever been to one of my weddings?