Monica: It's got to be one-of-a-kind. You know, like that God-awful ceramic fruit bowl she has on her counter?
Joey: Hey! I made that for her.
Chandler: You made pottery?
Joey: Yeah. I made it out of this fruit bowl I found in the garbage.

Rachel: I'll tell her that it's an antique apothecary table. She doesn't have to know where it came from. Oh, I love these little drawers. Oh, look, look. It says that it holds 300 CDs.
Chandler: Ah, just like the apothecary tables of yore.

Janine: How are we going to get out of that one?
Joey: What?
Janine: I can't handle two nights in a row with them.
Joey: What's wrong with Monica and Chandler?
Janine: I don't know. They're just a little ... blah!
Joey: Blah?
Janine: Well, you know, he's blah. She's just... She's very loud for such a small person.

Phoebe: Oh, what a great table. Where, where did you get it?
Rachel: Guess.
Phoebe: A flea market?
Rachel: Ha, see, I knew you would get it on the first guess. Isn't it cool? It's an apothecary table.
Phoebe: Wow. Oh, you can just imagine that this is where they kept all their stuff to make their potions. You know, you can almost smell the opium.
Rachel: Almost.

Phoebe: How much was it?
Rachel: Just only 500 bucks.
Phoebe: 500 bucks at a flea market?
Rachel: Oh, okay, see. I thought you meant how much was it when it was new, like, back then.
Phoebe: Oh, no.
Rachel: I mean, it was at a flea market, so it was like a dollar.
Phoebe: A dollar?
Rachel: And fifty? So, you know, it was like one and fifty dollars.
Phoebe: Oh, okay. So they gave you the old-time pricing.

Ross: I still can't believe she hates Pottery Barn.
Rachel: Ross, get over it. It's not like she hates you.
Ross: Yeah, but Pottery Barn? You know what I think? She's just weird, you know. It's because she's a twin. Twins are weird.
Rachel: Ross, she's not weird. She just likes her stuff to be one-of-a-kind.
Ross: Huh. You know what's not one-of-a-kind? A twin!

Monica: I do not like that woman.
Joey: I can hear you!
Monica: I am loud.

Rachel: My, God, Phoebe. Pottery Barn has ripped off the design of our antique.
Phoebe: Wow. Oh, my God. Well, if they've ripped off our table, ours must be worth much more than one and fifty dollars. Wow. This doesn't even smell like opium.
Ross: Of course not. It smells like wine, which you spilled. And thanks for wrecking my sheet, by the way.
Phoebe: Oh, Ross, calm down. I'll give you the 80 cents.

Rachel: So, I can't decide if it goes better by the new chair, the Sahara desk, or the Parker console table.
Ross: Wow. I didn't know there was a Pottery Barn up here.
Rachel: I know, I went a little crazy.
Ross: A little? Your place looks like page 72 of the catalog.

Rachel: Pheebs, I don't know what to say. I guess the flea market was just better last time.
Phoebe: Well, at least I got these sheets for Ross.