Joey: Wait a second. Wait a second. Where have I seen that cowgirl outfit before?

Chandler: Everything's so distorted. It looks like Joey has a giant hand. ... That says "Rangers" on it. They went to the game.

Phoebe: We're just trying to figure out an excuse. Hey, ooh, how about this? We could say that Monica told us 5:00, not 4:00. That way we're right on time. Or! Or we could plant PCP in the apartment and call the cops on her.
Ross: That would be a good way to get rid of all the PCP we have lying around.

Ross: Well, let's just go in there and face them.
Phoebe: I'm not going in first. I bet that vein on Monica's forehead is popping like crazy.
Joey: I hate that thing. It's like a bolt of lightning.

Rachel: Guys, it doesn't matter why we're late. We're all here now. Please let us in so we can have some of your delicious turkey.
Joey: [laughs] I had a dream once about a fax machine that did that.

Joey: If I could just get in there, make a face-to-face apology Iook them in the eye, I could get them to forgive us.
Ross: I don't know.
Joey: I'm telling you I can do it.
Ross: Yeah, he can do it.

Joey: It all looks so beautiful. The turkey, the stuffing.
Chandler: The cranberries.
Monica: Enough! A monkey could've made them.

Joey: Hey, listen, guys, we feel really terrible.
Chandler: He's doing that weird eye-contact thing. Don't look at him. Don't look at him.

Monica: Chandler, where are your tools?
Chandler: Oh, I left them on my bulldozer.

Chandler: My cranberries!