Monica: [sneezes] Oh, my God. The cat's made my eyes water. Don't throw it to me. My vision's been compromised. Oh, God. Okay. Okay. It's okay. Man, that was close.
Chandler: Yeah, you almost overreacted to something.

Gary: So you- You checked the paper for listings in Brooklyn Heights, right? You checked the Post?
Phoebe: Yeah, there was nothing. Can I get some water?
Gary: In a minute. You checked today's Post?
Phoebe: Yeah, today's.
Gary: Hmm. Because, uh, this is today's Post. And these are the listings I found. Brooklyn Heights, two bedrooms. Brooklyn Heights, one bedroom. Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn Heights.
Phoebe: Oh, are these for rent? I thought people were just bragging.

Phoebe: Oh, wait, one sec. Hey, you. Behind the glass. Who are you looking at? I always wanted to say that every time I was in these rooms ... which was never.

Monica: Rachel, what is your cat doing in one of my bowls?
Rachel: It's not. I'm defrosting a chicken.

Joey: Here, Pheebs. [Joey throws her the ball]
Phoebe: Eh, I don't feel like playing. [Phoebe puts the ball down.]
Monica: It's okay. It's okay. Just pretend it didn't happen. No one needs to know. Phoebe is not an official ball player. I mean, only official ball players can drop the ball.
Joey: Come on.
Ross: Let's go.
Rachel: Phoebe, honey, you wanna get breakfast?
Phoebe: Yeah.
Monica: Okay, let's race. First one there wins. [Monica runs out of the apartment]
Chandler: You guys wanna eat here?

Monica: Gary's gonna ask you to move in with him.
Phoebe: What? Really?
Monica: He just told me at the counter. He made me promise not to tell, but I couldn't hold it in any longer.
Phoebe: I can't believe this.
Chandler: Right? Because it's fast. Because it's so fast. It's fast.
Monica: Relax. It's Phoebe, not you.
Chandler: Oh. Good for you, Pheebs, way to go.

Monica: So you're moving in with him? What happened?
Phoebe: I couldn't tell him no. He got so sad. Maybe it'll be all right. I do really like him a lot and probably do it eventually, anyway. And, plus, think of all the money I'll save on stamps.
Monica: Why, do you write him a lot?
Phoebe: No. I just heard when people live together they split the cost of stamps, don't they?
Ross: Yeah, yeah.

Chandler: I'm trying to open your eyes, my man. Don't you see, if you live with Phoebe, she is always gonna be there. You're gonna get home, she's there. You go to bed, she's there. You wake up and, oh, yes, she's there.
Gary: I know. I can't wait.
Chandler: Were your parents happy or something?

Phoebe: Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. The oven mitts really freaked me out.

Monica: Oh, my- Oh, good God!
Rachel: I give up you guys. I don't know what I'm going to do with this thing.
Ross: Baking it didn't help, huh?