Ross: And for the record, it took two people to break up this relationship.
Rachel: You and that girl, which yesterday you took full responsibility for.

Ross: I didn't know what I took responsibility for. I didn't finish the letter.
Rachel: What?
Ross: I fell asleep.
Rachel: You fell asleep?
Ross: It was 5:30 in the morning and you had rambled on for 18 pages. Front and back! By the way, Y-O-U-apostrophe-R-E means "you are." Y-O-U-R means "your."

Rachel: Oh, I can't believe I even thought of getting back with you! We are so over.
Ross: [fake sobbing] Fine by me!

Phoebe Abbott: Remember how I said Lilly, Frank and I were close? Well, we were very close.
Phoebe: How close?
Phoebe Abbott: Well, the three of us were kind of a couple.
Phoebe: I don't know even how that would work.
Phoebe Abbott: Well, we would-
Phoebe: I'm not asking!

Rachel: I wrote you a letter.
Ross: Oh, thank you. I like mail.
Rachel: It's just some things I've been thinking about. You know, about us. Before we can even think about the two of us getting back together, I just need to know how you feel about this stuff.
Ross: Okay. [Ross leans in to kiss Rachel, she pulls away] It's 5:30 in the morning ... so I better get cracking on this baby.
Rachel: I'll be waiting for you. Just come up when you're done.
Ross: Okay. I'll be up in 18 pages. Front and back.

Phoebe Abbott: It's not like we don't have anything in common. I mean, I like pizza.
Phoebe: I like pizza!
Phoebe Abbott: You do? Wait, I like the Beatles.
Phoebe: Oh, my God! So do l.
Phoebe Abbott: I knew it.
Phoebe: Wait, wait, wait. Puppies. Cute or ugly?
Phoebe Abbott: Aw, so cute!
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Phoebe Abbott: You see?
Phoebe: But I'm still mad at you. I know.
Phoebe Abbott: I'm mad at me too.
Phoebe: Well, do you want to get something to eat? I'm kind of hungry.
Phoebe Abbott: Hey, me too.
Phoebe: Okay, stop it. Now you're just doing it to freak me out.

Monica: I think you're great. I think you're sweet and smart and I love you. But you will always be the guy who peed on me.

Phoebe: [playing guitar and singing] And fuchsia and mauve, Those are the 66 colors of my bedroom.
Thank you. Thank you. Oh, and I invite all of you to count the colors in your bedroom. Except for you. You go away.

Rachel: I just feel bad about all that sleep you'll miss wishing you were with me.
Ross: Oh, no. Don't worry about me falling asleep. I still have your letter!

Rachel: All right, that's it, you guys. What happened out there?
Monica: What? We took a walk. Nothing happened. I came back with nothing all over me.
Ross: Come on. What happened? Joey?
Joey: All right.
Monica: No, Joey, we swore we'd never tell.
Chandler: They'll never understand.
Joey: We have to say something. We have to get it out. It's eating me alive!