Phoebe: So Joey and my friend are out last night, they're having dinner, and she reaches over and takes a few of his fries.
Rachel: Oh, no!
Phoebe: What? You know about the plate thing?
Rachel: Oh, yeah, yeah. No, Joey doesn't share food. I mean, just last week we were having breakfast and he had a couple grapes on his plate.
Phoebe: You wouldn't let her have a grape?
Rachel: No, not me. Emma.
Joey: Joey doesn't share food!

Ross: Hey, guys, I need some fashion advice. How does this look?
Rachel: Well, it's It's a little low. Pick it up a little. A little bit more. A little bit more. There you go. Now throw it away.
Ross: Come on! This looks good.
Rachel: Ross, please trust me. I buy 30 fashion magazines a month. Now, I don't know who's running for president or who that NATO guy is, but I do know that you have to get far away from that hat.

Ross: Damn it. I have this date tomorrow night, and I have to look cool.
Phoebe: Well, you know, if you want fashion help, Rachel and I are going shopping tomorrow. You're more than welcome to come with us.
Ross: Really? That would be great. I mean, I have to do something. She kind of teased me about how I dress.
Joey: I can see why. Nice shirt.
Ross: You're wearing the same shirt.
Joey: Stupid Gap on every corner!

Phoebe: That's why you won't go out with her again? So she took some fries. Big deal.
Joey: Hey, look, it's not about a few fries. It's about what the fries represent.
Phoebe: What?
Joey: All food!
Phoebe: Well, I'm sorry. I can't believe I set you up with such a monster.
Joey: Hey, look, I take a girl out she can order whatever she wants. The more the better, all right? Just don't order a garden salad and then eat my food! That's a good way to lose some fingers.

Ross: Hey, so how was your date?
Joey: Not so good.
Ross: Well, looks like it's just the two of us tonight, huh, buddy?
Joey: Yeah. And you know what? We could do a lot worse.
Ross: Yeah.
Joey: Yeah. [Ross takes some of Joey's muffin] Joey doesn't share food!

Chandler: Just consider us. Ask them to see our file. Our last name's Bing. My wife's a chef, and I'm in advertising.
Erica: Oh, yeah. I actually liked you guys. But it doesn't matter. What you did was wrong.
Chandler: But you did like us. And you should. My wife's an incredible woman. She is loving, and devoted and caring. And don't tell her I said this, but the woman's always right. I love my wife more than anything in this world. And it It kills me that I can't give her a baby. I really want a kid. And when that day finally comes, I'll learn how to be a good dad. But my wife she's already there. She's a mother without a baby. ... Please?

Phoebe: Well, I still think that is a stupid reason not to call someone again. You are calling her, okay? And if you need to, then just get an extra plate of fries for the table.
Joey: I like that. A sharing buffer. Yeah. Yeah, I'll order some extra fries. Maybe a plate of onion rings. Yeah. Yeah. And a shrimp cocktail. And some Buffalo wings. Maybe- Maybe an individual pizza, huh? And some mozzarella sticks. What were we talking about?

Erica: So it's Monica and Chandler? I only know you as "File CRW33815-D."
Chandler: That's what our friends call us.

Erica: Gosh, you know, you're just such an amazing couple. It's kind of intimidating.
Monica: I don't know about that.
Erica: Are you kidding me? I mean, it's enough that you're a doctor. But on top of it, you're married to a reverend?
Chandler: I don't think that's exactly-
Monica: Let her finish, doctor.

Erica: I was wondering- You both have such serious jobs. Would you have time to take care of a baby and your flock?
Monica: Oh, no, my flock? My flock is good. Yeah. My flock pretty much takes care of themselves by this point. Good flock. Flock, flock, flock.
Erica: But being a doctor, that must take up a lot of time.
Chandler: Not for me it doesn't.