Ross: Why do you guys need to have this conversation, huh? I mean, no self-respecting man would ask a woman, "So where is this going?"
Rachel: Uh, Ross, you asked me that.
Ross: Hey, you were a closed book, okay? I'm not a mind reader!

Rachel: I'll call you back.
Joey: Who was that?
Rachel: Just the pizza place.
Joey: You hung up on the pizza place? I don't hang up on your friends.

Ross: Well, I really like you. And I love hanging out with you. And I'm having a lot of fun.
Mona: Okay. There's no point in spending time with someone if it's just fun.
Ross: It's gotta be going somewhere, right? So where is it going? That's the real question. And the answer is it's going somewhere fun. I know what you're thinking. Fun was fine for you 10 years ago. But you're not getting any younger. No! I mean, not you. Not you. You are getting younger! I mean, you look like you're getting younger by the second. What's your secret?
Mona: I'm sorry, so where are we?
Ross: Well, to sum up. We're having fun. You look young.
Mona: Okay-
Ross: But that's not enough. So here's a key to my apartment.
Mona: Really?
Ross: Really.
Mona: You don't think this is too fast?
[Ross shakes his head]

Chandler: Please promise me that you will never leave me, that we will grow old together, and we will be with each other for the rest of our lives.
Monica: I promise. Hey, speaking of together, how about we send out a holiday card together this year?
Chandler: Ooh. I don't know if we're there yet.

Rachel: Phoebe. Look at that guy by the window.
Phoebe: Wow. He's awfully short. And I think he's talking to himself. And to be completely honest, he's not that good in bed.

Rachel: What is wrong with me lately? I mean it's like, every guy I see. Okay, look at that guy, for example. Normally that's not someone I would be attracted to. But right now, with the way I'm feeling, all I want to do is rip off his sweatpants and fanny pack.
Phoebe: Wait a second. This is about the fourth month of your pregnancy, right?
Rachel: Yeah.
Phoebe: This is completely normal. Around the fourth month, your hormones start going crazy.
Rachel: Really? This has happened to you?
Phoebe: Absolutely, yeah. And, keep in mind now, I was carrying triplets. So in medical terms, I was thrice as randy.

Ross: Joey, want to see pictures of me and Mona ice-skating?
Joey: Oh. Ordinarily, I would love to, but I am just swamped right now.
Ross: Where are the pictures that creepy pretzel vendor took of us together?
Mona: Oh, yeah. Probably at the end. Oh, my God! All he took were pictures of my breasts.
Joey: I'm missing picture time?

Mona: Where are we? You know, where are we? Where is this relationship going?
Ross: Hmm.
Mona: I mean, I love spending time with you. I just hope we're moving forward. I mean, we should probably talk about that, don't you think?
Ross: Let's do the card!
Mona: What?
Ross: The card. I think we're there.
Mona: Okay. But I still think we should have this conversation.
Ross: Really? I mean, even with the card?

Dr. Schiff: So, how's it going?
Rachel: Really, really good. But enough about me. Come on. Where are you from? What do you do?
Dr. Schiff: I'm a doctor.
Rachel: Right. Right. I meant in your spare time. Do you cook? Do you ski? Or do you just hang out with your wife, or girlfriend?
Dr. Schiff: I don't have a wife or girlfriend, but I do like to ski.
Rachel: I love to ski. How amazing is this?
Dr. Schiff: So, are you experiencing any discomfort?
Rachel: No, I'm very comfortable.
Dr. Schiff: Any painful gas?
Rachel: No! Dr. Schiff! Shoot. What kind of question is that?
Dr. Schiff: Okay, then. Would you like to lie down on the table?
Rachel: Would you like me to lie down on the table?
Dr. Schiff: I'm sorry. Is there something going on here?
Rachel: Do you feel it too?

Rachel: Hey, Ross. How's it going with you and Mona? Are you guys still together?
Ross: Oh, yeah. Yeah, we're moving forward. You'll be getting our card.
Monica: You and Mona are doing a holiday card together?
Ross: Yeah, we're not just doing a card. She also wants to have the conversation about where the relationship is going.
Phoebe: Ugh, women.