Chandler: Hey, so we thought we'd throw you a little going away party around 7:00.
Rachel: Oh, that sounds good.
Monica: Hey Rach, you're leaving tomorrow. Shouldn't you be packing?
Rachel: It's all done.
Monica: Oh yeah, right. And after I took a shower this morning I just threw my towel on the floor. Oh, God. It hurts to even joke about it.

Chandler: Where's your passport?
Rachel: It should be right next to my plane ticket.
Chandler: Well, it's not.
Rachel: What? Maybe I put it in here. Oh, oh, it's not in there. Oh, no I must have packed it in one of these boxes.
Monica: Here, let me help you.
Rachel: Shoot. Oh, I can't believe I did this.
Chandler: At what point did it stop being funny that I took her passport?

Monica: Oh, wow, can you believe you're really 3 weeks away?
Erica: I know.
Monica: You don't mind me touching your belly, do you?
Erica: No, I don't mind you touching my belly, but right now your hand's kinda blocking the part where baby's gonna come out.

Ross: Hey, Erica, welcome back to town. Wow, look how big you've gotten.
Erica: That's because I'm pregnant.
Ross: Right, no, I- I understand.
Erica: Oh, okay. I'm just always afraid that people think I'm just fat with big breasts.
Ross: No, no, I knew.
Monica: Okay, well, stop staring at them.
Ross: She brought them up.

Ross: Hey, is Chandler here? We talked about catching a movie.
Monica: Oh, no. He doesn't have time for that. But if you want you can go help him and Joey pack up the guest room.
Ross: Mmm, packing. Sexy cheerleader comedy.
Monica: Mmm, helpful brother. Creepy loner at teen movie.
Ross: "Creepy..."

Ross: What are you guys doing?
Joey: Try it. I can't feel a thing!
Monica: Are you kidding? This is packing?
Chandler: We're taking a break.
Monica: From?
Chandler: Jumping on the bed.

Ross: All right. She's right. We gotta get serious. Let's put styrofoam peanuts down his pants and kick him.

Chandler: No, no, no, guys. She's right. We should get to work. I'll take stuff out of the closet, Joey, you pack 'em, and Ross you re-pack whatever Joey packs.

Joey: You guys hear a ringing?

Monica: Where is Mike?
Phoebe: Oh, he has a gig. It's kind of like being married to a rock star, you know. My husband has a gig.
Ross: Yeah? Where where is it?
Phoebe: Oh, he's playing organ for a children's roller-skating party.
Ross: Rock on!