Monica: Hey, I always liked "bazoombas." Gives them a Latin spin.

Joey: Now, Dad, you'll be in my room. Ronni, uh, you can stay in Chandler's bed.
Chandler: And Chandler will be…?
Joey: Out here with me, bunking up on the Hide-a-Bed.
Chandler: Ooh, bunking up. If you smell S'mores, don't be alarmed.

Ross: I brought the books and Monica sends her love along with this lasagna.
Carol: Great! Is it vegetarian? Because Susan doesn't eat meat.
Ross: I'm pretty sure that it is.

Ross: Hey, when did you and Susan meet Huey Lewis?
Carol: Uh, that's our friend Tanya.
Ross: Of course, it's your friend Tanya.

Ross: Wasn't this supposed to be just a fling? Shouldn't it be flung by now?

Chandler: What are you still doing here? She just broke up with the guy. It's time for you to swoop in.
Ross: What, now?
Joey: Yes. Now is when you swoop. You gotta make sure that when Paolo walks out of there, the first guy Rachel sees is you. She's gotta know you're everything he's not. You're, like, the anti-Paolo.

Monica: Aunt Silv, stop yelling! All I'm saying is if you'd told me vegetarian lasagna I would've made vegetarian lasagna. Well, the meat's only every third layer. Maybe you could scrape.

Monica: Aunt Silv, I did this as a favor. I am not a caterer. What do you want me to do with a dozen lasagnas? Nice talk, Aunt Silv. You kiss Uncle Freddie with that mouth?

Chandler: My Catholic friend is right. She's distraught. You're there for her. You pick up the pieces and then you usher in "The Age of Ross."

Ross: Come here. Listen you deserve so much better than him. You know, I mean, you should be with a guy who knows what he has when he has you.
Rachel: Oh, Ross.
Ross: What?
Rachel: I'm so sick of guys! I don't want to look at another guy. I don't want to think about another guy. I don't even want to be near another guy.
Ross: Huh.
Rachel: Ross, you're so great.