Joey: Anyway, she takes off her bra under the shirt and pulls it out the sleeve. Very sexy. And classy.
Monica: Or, if you want to kiss him, you could use mistletoe.
Rachel: It's not Christmas.
Monica: Or spin-the-bottle.
Rachel: And he's not 11.

Joey: You feel better now?
Phoebe: Yeah, but at what cost? Six more months, three meals a day. I am going to eat, like, you know, millions of cows.

Joey: What if I even things out for you, meat-wise?
Phoebe: What?
Joey: Well, I eat a lot of meat, right?
Phoebe: Yeah.
Joey: But suppose, until the baby's born, I laid off it. No extra animals would die. You'd just be eating my animals.
Phoebe: Joey, I can't believe you'd do that for me.
Joey: Absolutely. I could be a vegetarian. There's no meat in beer, right?

Rachel: Can you not look at me when I say this? I thought that if I could get you here I could seduce you.
Joshua: I don't wear suits to work. And I bought six of them from you.
Rachel: Well, I'm sorry. I thought you needed them.
Joshua: No, no. My point is, I kept coming back because I wanted to see you.
Rachel: Why?
Joshua: Because I like you.
Rachel: You like me?
Joshua: Yeah. I mean, you're beautiful and smart and sophisticated. A lot of this isn't based on tonight.

Joshua: But-
Rachel: No "but." "But" is never good. Let's leave it at "l like you and you like me." Okay.
Joshua: However-
Rachel: No, that's a fancy "but."

Rachel: You seem to really like her.
Ross: Yeah, I really do. But what am I going to do? I mean, we both agreed it was going to be a two-week thing. No commitment.
Rachel: Ross, that girl just spent the entire evening talking to your friends, asking to hear stories about you, looking through Monica's photo albums. I mean, you don't do that if you're just in it for two weeks.
Ross: You think?
Rachel: You've got, like, 14 hours until she has to be at the airport. And you're sitting here in a hallway with a 28-year-old cheerleader with a fat lip.

Joey: What do you got there?
Phoebe: Pastrami.
Joey: Ooh, yeah. Hey, you know what goes good with that?
Phoebe: Hmm? Corned beef.
Joey: I was going to say bologna, but that's much better. How about a little of that smoked turkey?
Phoebe: Okay.
Joey: Oh, mama. When is the baby due?
Phoebe: Six months.
Joey: Oh. Now, if a cow should die of natural causes, I could have one of those, right?
Phoebe: Not if I get there first.

Chandler: [in a British accent] Anyone for more tea? No, just me then.
Monica: Hey, Ringo, every time Emily's around, you talk like her. Would you please cut it out?
Chandler: [chuckles] I think you like it. I think you can't resist me when I do it. You want to eat me up like a cream [British accent] "pumpet."
Monica: What?
Chandler: All right, look, I don't know all the words.

Rachel: Hey.
Chandler: Hey.
Rachel: You're a pathetic loser, right?
Chandler: Oh, yeah.
Rachel: Sit.

[After Phoebe knocks over a box of cereal:]
Chandler: Whoa-oh. Cereal killer.
Monica: Cereal killer?
Chandler: Hey, come on, I say more dumb things before 9 a.m. than most people say all day.