Ross: Oh, hey, Rach. Do you notice anything-
Rachel: Your teeth? Yes, I saw them from outside.

Rachel: Okay, look. I'm sorry that I lied to you before. You were right. Ralph and I were an item, but we're not anymore.
Kim: Oh, really?
Rachel: Yeah, he dumped me. He said, "Rachel, I can't do this. Even though you're a very, very, very beautiful woman. I can't do this. I'm married and I'm sorry. " And then, I don't know why, he said, "And you will never get promoted, especially not above Kim, who is an integral cog in the Ralph Lauren machine."

Joey: I need to talk to you.
Janine: What's the matter? You upset?
Joey: I'm sorry, but we gotta get rid of all this girlie stuff in here. I gotta be a man. Okay. The living room has to remain a guy place, okay? That's just the way it has to be.
Janine:Well, if that's what you want, I'll just put it all in my room.
Joey: Good. Great. And hey, thanks for being so understanding. I mean, I didn't want to make a big deal out of this. But you could put the picture of the famous baby in my room. I mean, if you want to.
Janine: Okay.
Joey: And maybe the watering can there.
Janine: Sure.
Joey: And a couple of these little tiny boxes.
Janine: Joey, do you want me to put it all in your room?
Joey: Okay.

Phoebe: Rachel? Listen, I'm making up flyers to try to get new massage clients. So can I come to Bloomingdale's and use the copy machine?
Rachel: Well, sure, but they might think it's kind of weird considering I don't work there anymore.
Phoebe: Oh, my God. What happened?
Rachel: I got a job at Ralph Lauren.
Phoebe: Well, that's great. Congratulations.
Rachel: A year ago.
Phoebe: You've lasted all year. Good for you.

Chandler: Hi, my name's Chandler. I just moved in next door. And I was wondering if you would be interested in battling me in a post-apocalyptic world for control of the galaxy's last remaining energy source?

Chandler: Oh, my God. What is this? It's like a guy never lived in here. You gotta be careful. This girl thing is dangerous. It's spreading already.
Joey: It is?
Chandler: Is this your pretty pink pillow on the couch?
Joey: No.
Chandler: Is that your tiny little box that's too small to put anything in?
Joey: No.
Chandler: No. Okay, this is not good. You are a guy, okay? This is a "guy's" place. If you let this go, you're going to be sitting around with your fingers soaking stuff.

Joey: You're right. I'll talk to her.
Chandler: Talk to her. Be a man!
Joey: I'm a man.
Chandler: You have to defend yourself.
Monica: Chandler, come on. We have to hem the new dust ruffle.
Chandler: Be right there, sweetums. Totally different situation.

Ross: Is this Hillary, your hot assistant chef, Hillary?
Monica: Yeah.
Ross: The one that always stares at me when I come in?
Monica: No. The one who looked at you once because you got in her way.
Ross: Still, I could tell. She was into me.

Rachel: Now, you will not believe this. But I was in the copy room making copies, and Ralph Lauren came in.
Rachel: Oh, my God. Did you talk to him?
Phoebe: Yeah, a little. He seems really nice. Good kisser.
Rachel: What? What? You kissed him?
Phoebe: Totally.
Rachel: [gasps] Phoebe, are you serious?
Phoebe: Yeah, I was just in there and he came in, introduced himself and the next thing I know, we're making out, you know.
Rachel: Phoebe, I mean, you do know he's married?
Phoebe: No.
Rachel: Phoebe.
Phoebe: What am I supposed to do, ask every guy I make out with if he's married? No, yeah, I should.

Rachel: Kim, hi.
Kim: Uh-huh.
Rachel: So I handed in that marketing report, and I never got to hear what you thought.
Kim: I didn't read it.
Rachel: So, wow, the spring line's really gonna be great this year, huh?
Kim: Yeah.
Rachel: So I hear Ralph Lauren fooled around with someone in the copy room.
Kim: Tell me everything.