Monica: We need to talk to you about something.
Chandler: Yeah. We don't feel like we can host Thanksgiving this year.
Joey: What?
Ross: Are you kidding?
Chandler: Well, it's just with work and the stress of adoption we just don't feel like we have the energy. Plus, we don't think it's fair that every year the burden falls on us.
Ross: That doesn't sound like you. That's Monica talking.
Chandler: No, no. We made this decision together.
Ross: She's putting words in your mouth.
Joey: Don't you put words in people's mouths. You put turkey in people's mouths.

Chandler: I'm telling you, it's gonna happen. Next year, it's gonna be you, me and little Hemingway Bing. What? He's my favorite author.
Monica: Name one of his books.
Chandler: [scoffs] ... The Firm?

Ross: Hey, guess what Joey has.
Joey: Three tickets to today's Rangers game!
Ross: Dude, I wanted him to guess.
Chandler: Oh, my God.
Ross: Yeah, they're great seats too. Guess where they are.
Joey: Center ice.
Ross: Did I do something to you?

Chandler: We'll never make it back.
Joey: So we'll leave before it's over.
Chandler: But it could take us a long time to get back home. Plus, Joey could get lost and they could have to page us to go pick him up.
Joey: Dude, two times that happened!

Ross: Let me see this. "Grand Supreme Little Darling, New York Division"?
Rachel: That's me.

Ross: You entered Emma in a beauty pageant?
Phoebe: And it looks like she put makeup on her.

Ross: I can't believe this. She's our daughter. That you would treat her like some kind of show dog is inexcusable.
Rachel: She won a thousand dollars.
Ross: So this is an annual thing?

Monica: Oh, they are in for a world of pain.
Chandler: Ross's shirt is torn.
Monica: They're late and they're sloppy.

Rachel: What happened to your shirt?
Ross: I got mugged and they stole my pocket.

Ross: "We know you're out there."
[Rachel gasps]
Joey: Who do you think it's from?