Rachel: You're right. I mean, you're right. It wasn't just the Weebles, but it was the Weeble Play Palace and the Weeble's Cruise Ship. Oh, which had with this little lifeboat for the Weebles to wobble in.
Roger: That's tough, tough stuff.

Phoebe: He's so sweet. And so complicated, you know? And for a shrink, he's not too shrinky.
Monica: So, you think you'll do it on his couch?
Phoebe: Oh, I don't know. That's a little weird. It's vinyl.

Joey: Hey, Ma. I made the appointment with Dr. Bassida and- Excuse me? Did you know this isn't Ma?

Chandler: Come on, I'll show you to my room. That sounds so weird when it's not followed by, "No, thanks, it's late."

Chandler: That wasn't easy, but you did it. And I believe when the right woman comes along you'll have the guts and courage to say, "No, thanks, I'm married."

Phoebe: Honey, tell them the story about your patient who thinks that things are other things. You know, like, when the phone rings she takes a shower.
Roger: That's pretty much it. But you tell it really well, sweetie.
Phoebe: Thanks. Okay. Now go away so we can talk about you.

Rachel: Okay, any of you guys want anything else?
Chandler: Oh, yes. Could I have one of those-?
Rachel: No, I'm sorry, we're all out of those. Anyone else?

Rachel: Why can't parents just stay parents? Why do they have to become people? Why do they have- Why can't you stop staring at my breasts?
Chandler: What? What?
Rachel: Did you not get a good enough look the other day?

Chandler: Oh, good, Rog is here.
Joey: What's the matter with Rog?
Chandler: It's nothing. It's a little thing. I hate that guy.

Chandler: Oh, look. It's the woman we ordered.