Monica: You know what, we're trying to get pregnant so he's probably starting to freak out that my body's gonna change.
Rachel: No. You really think that's what it is?
Monica: You heard him. "No bigger. You're perfect. Just don't get any bigger." My God, he sounded just like my high-school wrestling coach.

Ross: Look, I know my marriages didn't exactly work out but, you know, I loved being that committed to another person. And Carol and I had some good times before she became a lesbian. And once afterward.

Joey: So I can't do anything I like?!

Rachel: Oh, my God, Chandler. If you can't handle this, what will are you going to be like in the hospital with the blood and screaming and the little person that's shooting out of her?
Chandler: What?

Ross: Hey, what do you guys think about this: Ross, the Divorce Force.
Phoebe: Better.
Mike: Very cool.

Ross: Hey, can I help?
Chandler: Well, we climbed up four flights of stairs, maneuvered a narrow hallway, dodged a rabid pit bull, but these last three feet are where it gets really tricky.
Ross: You know, sometimes your words, they hurt.

Rachel: I'm so sorry, Pheebs.
Monica: We're all sorry.
Chandler: Look on the bright side. At least you won't have to live with this ugly chair. That was here already, huh?