Joey: Hey, where do you guys want this?
Rachel: Yeah, seriously, because this is really heavy. I mean, not for me, because I'm only pretending to hold it, but for these guys.

Joey: I did it! I did it! All right. I'd better take all I can carry. Who knows when I'll be able to get in here again, huh?

Mike: Oh, hey, I wanted to ask you about Monica's little "groomie" joke.
Phoebe: Well, I think the reason people laughed is that it's a play on the word "roomie."
Mike: I get the joke. Sophisticated as it was.

Ross: Are you still gonna move in with him?
Phoebe: Well, I want to, but I just wanted you to tell me that marriage really isn't that big a deal. You know, that I won't be missing out on anything. That marriage stinks.
Ross: Yeah, marriage stinks. I mean, if you want to see a man gain weight and a woman stop shaving get them married.
Phoebe: That's not how you really feel, is it?
Ross: No, I'm sorry. Look, I know it's not what you want to hear right now, but I can't help it. I love marriage.
Phoebe: Seriously, you? "Divorce-o"?
Ross: If you have to call me a name, I'd prefer "Ross, the Divorcer." It's just cooler.

Chandler: Ah, perfection. Wouldn't change a thing. Not a thing.
Monica: Honey?
Chandler: Yeah?
Monica: About that. I'm going to change.
Chandler: Yes, but, honey, you don't have to.
Monica: I'm gonna get bigger.
Chandler: Honey, I I love your breasts the way they are.
Rachel: Ugh. Fascist.

Rachel: Of course your body's gonna change. Your breasts are gonna get bigger, your ass is gonna get bigger, you're gonna lose bladder control. God, it's just such a magical time.

Monica: What happened to all of our money?
Chandler: Well, I'm not sure exactly what they did but I'm inclined to blame Enron.

Monica: I guess with you doing the internship, we're just spending more than we're bringing in.
Chandler: Yeah, maybe I should quit and get a job that pays.
Monica: But you're finally doing something that you love. I mean, I can't ask you to give that up. Although it would be nice if the thing that you loved was, you know, finding gold.

Mike: I'm gonna go.
Phoebe: Why?
Mike: I haven't been home in a few days, and I need to get more clothes.
Phoebe: You don't have to go. I have something that'll fit you.
Mike: I put that tube top on as a joke.

Phoebe: I want you to stay.
Mike: I want to stay too. But I've got as much use out of these boxers as I can.
Phoebe: Why don't you turn them in-
Mike: Done it.