Ross: Somebody seems to be missing being the hostess.
Monica: Please. It's a relief, is what it is, is what it is.

Ross: Don't say a word. Just be cool. Don't be, you know, you.

Kathy: It's a good play, isn't it?
Chandler: I loved the play. You were great. And Nick ... ditto. Clearly, you're having sex with him.

[Rachel laughs]
Phoebe: What?
Rachel: Oh, nothing. It's just something Joshua said about V-necks, but you had to be there.
Ross: Yeah, how does Jason look in a V-neck?
Rachel: It's Joshua.
Ross: Whatever.

Monica: Wait, are you sure?
Chandler: Well, I may be drunk, but I know what she said. Then I went over to Beefsteak Chewley's.
Rachel: Beefsteak Charlie's?
Chandler: Yes! You and l have always been like...

Rachel: Hi, Joshua. It's Rachel Greene from Bloomingdale's. I was just wondering if you ... if you, um ... Ieft your wallet at the store today? Well, we found a wallet, and we- The license? That is a good idea. Well, let's see. This license belongs to belongs to a ... belongs to a ... Mr. Pheebs. And yeah, so sorry to bother you at home. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

Chandler: Look, you said, with the offstage and the heat...
Joey: Whoa, whoa, whoa. That was just a theory. There's a lot of theories that didn't pan out: Lone gunman, communism, geometry.

Joey: Okay. For next time, what do you say?
Rachel: "l have an extra ticket." "An extra ticket." Not "two tickets." "I have an extra ticket."
Ross: So the first time you asked a guy out he turned you down?
Rachel: He didn't turn me down. He's at the game, isn't he? I got the date. I'm just not on it.

Mr. Waltham: Rachel, one of your customers seems to have left his billfold, a Joshua Burgen.
Rachel: Really?
Mr. Waltham: Will you call him?
Rachel: Yes, I will. Absolutely.
[playing with Joshua's ID card and her own]
Hello, Rachel.
Hi, Joshua.
I left my wallet here on purpose.
Really?
Yes. I just wanted to see you again.
I'm glad.
Rachel, I'd like to say something to you.
Yes?
How you doin'?

Rachel: Bloomingdale's eliminated my department.
Monica: Oh, my God. Are you out of a job?
Rachel: No, but they stuck me in Personal Shopping, which is a huge step down.
Phoebe: Personal Shopping, what is that? Where you walk around with snooty rich people and tell them what to buy?
Rachel: Uh-huh.
Phoebe: That sounds great.