Ross: So, what do you think?
Joey: I think we're not wearing the same shirt anymore.
Ross: Yeah. Yeah, Rachel picked it out for me. She told me to trust her, and you know what? I'm glad I did. I turned quite a few heads on my way over here.
Joey: Dude, I really don't think you should be wearing that.
Ross: I see. Somebody's afraid of a little competition with the ladies?
Joey: Looks like someone is the ladies!

Ross: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date. See? All eyes on me!

Chandler: So we'll tell the truth. And who knows, you know? Maybe she'll like us for us.
Monica: Maybe she will. Why couldn't I have been a reverend?
Chandler: You're Jewish.
Monica: Technicality!

Waiter: Garden salad for the lady.
Joey: Oh, that looks great. Good ordering.

Joey: I really am sorry about, you know, before. And I want to make sure you know I really do like you.
Sarah: Sure, just not as much as clams.
Joey: Well, stuffed clams-
Waiter: Chocolate torte for the lady. Cheesecake for the gentleman.
Joey: Excuse me, sir. There seems to be some sort of red crap on my cheesecake.
Waiter: Yes, that's a raspberry coulis.
Joey: I'm so stupid ordering cheesecake, trying to be healthy.

Monica: Is that a picture?
Erica: Yeah. It's a sonogram they took of the baby last week. I thought you might want to see it.
Monica: [to Chandler] Look, doctor.

Chandler: Look, before we sign anything, we really have to talk. We're not who you think we are.
Adoption Agency Worker: I don't understand.
Chandler: The agency must have made a mistake. My wife is not a reverend, and I'm not a doctor.
Erica: What?
Adoption Agency Worker: That's impossible.
Chandler: I could perform an operation on you and prove it if you'd like.

Ross: Turns out this sweater is made for a woman.
Joey: So why are you still wearing it?
Ross: Because it's soft.

Phoebe: Fine, I'll give you her number.
Joey: Okay. Thank you. And I promise you I will not forget this one. Mandy.
Phoebe: Sarah!
Joey: Sarah.