Joey: Hey, can we help you?
Ronni: No, thanks. I'm just waiting for Joey Tribbiani.
Joey: I'm Joey Tribbiani.
Ronni: Oh, no, not you. Big Joey. Oh, my God! You're so much cuter than your pictures. I'm Ronni. Cheese Nip?
Chandler: Uh, Joey's having an embolism, but I'd go for a nip.

Chandler: So, who's up for a big game of Kerplunk?

Joey: I was thinking about how I'm always seeing girls on top of girls.
Chandler: Are they end-to-end, or tall, like pancakes?

Rachel: Hey, Ronni, how long would you say Chandler been in the shower?
Ronni: Oh, like five minutes.
Rachel: Perfect. Perfect. Fasten your seat belts, it's pee-pee time.

Joey: You knew?
Gloria Tribbiani: Of course I knew. What do you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard some of his cover stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's." I mean, what is that? Please!

Joey: Ma, I don't mean to be disrespectful but what the hell are you talking about? I mean, what about you?
Gloria Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world there'd be no her and your father would look like Sting.

Ross: So, Joey, are you okay?
Joey: Yeah, I guess. It's just- You know, they're parents. After a certain point, you gotta let go. Even if you know better, you gotta let them make their own mistakes.

Joey: Clear the tracks for the boobie payback. Next stop, Rachel Greene.
Monica: Joey, what the hell were you doing?
Joey: Sorry, wrong boobies!

Monica: Hello, Joey!
Joey Tribbiani Sr.: Hello, dear!

Mr. Tribbiani: What are you doing?
Joey: Chopping garlic.
Mr. Tribbiani: You're not going to crush it?
Joey: Hey, you're having an affair. I'm chopping garlic. It's a wacky world.