Chandler: I'm serious, let me do something. Just not the turkey or the stuffing. Nothing high-profile.
Monica: Okay, let's see. Oh, the cranberry sauce. It's easy to make, and no one really cares about it.
Chandler: Tell me more.

Chandler: So we'll see you at 4.
Joey: Okay.
Chandler: And get ready to taste my very special cranberries. Or should I say "Chan-berries"?
Joey: That's some gentle comedy, dude.

Rachel: Phoebe, listen, I think we gotta go. This place is freaking me out. I've been watching this guy over there. I don't think he came with a kid.

Phoebe: But we can't leave now. There was this one baby, Haley, who was favored to win she got croup, so she had to stay home. This competition just blew wide-open, folks.

Phoebe: Now, the way I see it, our real competition now is Cameron. My God, they just took her sweater off. Look at those arms. Hello, Michelin Man.

Phoebe: Emma's gonna need some makeup.
Rachel: What?
Phoebe: She's gonna look washed-out next to the others.
Rachel: Phoebe, I am not letting you put makeup on my baby.
Phoebe: Why not?
Rachel: Because I already did.

Joey: These seats are great.
Ross: I know, I know. When I was here for "Holidays on Ice" I was sitting so far away, Michelle Kwan couldn't read my banner.

Monica: Where is everybody? They're 45 minutes late.
Chandler: I can't believe they're not here. I slave and I slave for what? They've ruined Cranberry Day.

Joey: We figured we could be late because you guys were gonna be on time.
Phoebe: Don't point that thing at me, Tribbiani.

Ross: Yeah, what's with the trophy?
Phoebe: Well, we were at a spelling bee.
Rachel: And I won.
Ross: You won an adult Thanksgiving Day spelling bee?
Rachel: Yes. Y-E-S. Yes.