Phoebe: Guess what. My landlord just called and my apartment's gonna be ready soon. So I guess I'll be moving out.
Monica: Aww, Phoebe, I'm gonna miss you.
Phoebe: Yes, you will be very sad.

Phoebe: I gotta go tell Rachel the good news.
Chandler: Oh, are you guys going to be living together again?
Phoebe: Yeah. Why not?
Chandler: Well, she's just having so much fun with Joey I assumed she'd still be living with him.
Phoebe: Why do you think she's having so much fun living with Joey?
Chandler: No reason, except ... she told me.
Phoebe: Really? So she said she didn't want to live with me anymore?
Chandler: No. No, she didn't say that. I think you should talk to Monica now.

Chandler: Bing doesn't seem so weird now, does it?

[Ross is swinging Ben around above his head]
Ross: You don't feel like you're gonna throw up, do you?
Ben: No.
Ross: Well, I do.

Ben: When is Santa coming?
Ross: Well, how about this year, instead of Santa we have fun celebrating Hanukkah?
Ben: No Santa? Was I bad?
Ross: No, no, no, you weren't bad. You've been very good, Ben.
Ben: Santa's mad at me.
Ross: No, hey, hey, come on. Ben, Santa is not mad at you, okay? Hey, you're his favorite little guy.
Ben: So Santa's coming?
Ross: Yes! Santa's coming.

Phoebe: So you like the drums. That's great. You know, I was worried that they would create maybe an unbearable living situation. But, okay, well, apparently not. So, yay!

Chandler: Thank you, Gunther. Put her there. Definitely not easier with coins.

Monica: It's not just the drum noise. Every five minutes Joey throws his sticks in the air and I have to hear: "Oh, my eye! Oh, God, my eye!" I mean, it's so annoying.

Rachel: Joey, you know you could just not throw the sticks up in the air.
Joey: What is rock 'n' roll about that?

Phoebe: It's a tarantula! God, Rachel, I'm sorry. What was I thinking giving Joey this big, gross, scary spider in such a poorly constructed cage?