Phoebe: Actually, he's smiling. And- Oh, my God. Don't do that!
Ross: What? What? What?
Phoebe: That man across the street just kicked that pigeon.

Ross: What was with the dishes?
Chandler: Oh, I wanted her to think I might have been in a restaurant. Like I might have a life.
Like I haven't been sitting around here honing for the last two hours.

Joey: He's back. The peeper's back. Get down.
Rachel: Get down?
Chandler: And boogie.

Chandler: I can't believe you would actually say that. I'd much rather be Mr. Peanut than Mr.
Salty.
Joey: No way. Mr. Salty is a sailor. He's gotta be, like, the toughest snack there is.
Ross: I don't know. You don't wanna mess with Cornnuts. They're crazy.

Monica: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Guys, you gotta come see this. There's some creep out there with a telescope.
Ross: I can't believe it. He's looking right at us.
Rachel: Oh, that is so sick.
Chandler: I feel violated. And not in a good way.
Phoebe: How can people do that? Oh, you guys, look. Ugly Naked Guy got gravity boots.

Chandler: I swear, years from now, school children will study it as one of the greatest first dates ever. It was unbelievable. We could totally be ourselves. We didn't have to play any games.
Monica: So, have you called her yet?
Chandler: And let her know I like her? What are you, insane?
Phoebe: Guys.
Monica: It's gross.
Chandler: It's the next day. How needy do I wanna seem?

Monica: I can't believe my parents are actually pushing me to find one of you people.

Phoebe: Come on. Just do it. Call her. Stop being so testosterone-y.
Chandler: Which, by the way, is the real San Francisco treat.

Monica: Look, it's Rachel and Barry. Don't everybody look at once.
Ross: What's going on?
Phoebe: They're just talking.
Ross: Well, does he look upset? Does he look like he was told to shove anything?

Monica: Rachel, what's going on? I mean, isn't this the same Barry who you left at the altar?
Joey: Duh. Where have you been?