Joey: Maybe I should get out of the game. They need guys up in housewares to serve cheese.
Chandler: Okay, say you do that. Sooner or later, somebody will come along that slices a better cheddar. And then where are you gonna run?

Monica: I don't know what to say.
Rachel: That's good because I'm not listening.
Monica: I feel terrible. I really do.
Rachel: I'm sorry. Did my back hurt your knife?

Monica: Look, I know that you're in a place right now where you really need to hate Julie's guts. But she didn't do anything wrong. I mean, she's just a girl who met a guy, and now they go out. I really think that if you gave her a chance, you'd like her.

Joey: These new kids, they never last. Sooner or later they all ... stop lasting.

Rachel: Mon, if you were at lunch alone, how come it cost you $53?
Monica: You know what probably happened? Someone must have stolen my credit card.
Rachel: And sort of just put the receipt back in your pocket?
Monica: That is an excellent, excellent question. That is excellent.

Rachel: [after Julie leaves] What a manipulative bitch.

Joey: Listen, I know you're new, but it's kind of understood that everything from young men's to the escalator is my territory.

Joey: Hey, it's not the first time I lost a girl to a cowboy spraying cologne.

Monica: [answering the phone] Oh, hi, Jul- Hi, Jew! Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay, sure. That'd be great. See you then. Bye.
Rachel: Did you just say, "Hi, Jew"?
Monica: Yes. Yes, I did. That was my friend Eddie Moskowitz. Yeah, he likes it. Reaffirms his faith.

Chandler: I say you show him what you're made of. Stand your ground. Show him that you're the baddest Hombre west of the lingerie!
Joey: I'm gonna do it!
Chandler: All right! Now, go see Miss Kitty and she'll fix you up with a nice hooker.