Rachel: Okay, Joey, the dog will lick himself but he will not touch your sandwich. What does that tell you?

Chandler: Hey.
Ross: What?
Chandler: Do you have to be a Century 21 real-estate agent to get to wear those really cool jackets?
Ross: Do you say this stuff to girls?

Joey: Hey, Pheebs, I think you're good to go.
Phoebe: Yeah, I don't know.
Rachel: What's the matter?
Phoebe: I just think that this was a really bad sign. You know, like the beast at the threshold.

Phoebe: What was that?
Joey: Uh, I'm guessing the threshold's clear now.

Monica: Hey, I made $17 before breakfast. What have you done?
Joey: Well, I had breakfast here, so technically I saved $3.50.

Rachel: Okay, Pheebs, now are you going to call your dad to let him know that his dog is okay?
Phoebe: I don't want to meet my father over the phone. What am I going to say? "Hi, I'm the daughter you abandoned. Oh, by the way, I broke your dog."

Joey: Hey, Pheebs, if you want, I'll do it.
Phoebe: Okay. Listen, just don't say anything about me, okay?
Monica: [Phoebe picks up the phone] Don't ... be too long with the phone.
Rachel: She'll be a much better friend once the market closes.

Ross: No.
Chandler: No?
Ross: No, I don't want to have to have Joey there with me every time I want decent coffee. And I don't want to spend the rest of my life drinking cappuccino with a "k."

Phoebe: I mean Frank Senior.
Mrs. Buffay: He went out for groceries.
Phoebe: Okay, so will he be back soon?
Mrs. Buffay: Well, he left four years ago, so we're expecting him back any minute.

Carl: Did we not make ourselves clear the other day?
Ross: Yes, that's why we're here.
Chandler: Yes, we're standing our ground. Apparently.