Monica: Mr. Rastatter, what does this job entail? The ad wasn't clear.
Mr. Rastatter: Mockolate.
Monica: I'm sorry?
Mr. Rastatter: Mockolate. It's a completely synthetic chocolate substitute.
Monica: Ooh.
Mr. Rastatter: Well, go ahead, try a piece. Yeah, we think Mockolate is even better than chocolate.
Monica: All right. Mmm.
Mr. Rastatter: Yeah?
Monica: I love how it crumbles. You see, chocolate doesn't do that?
Mr. Rastatter: No, ma'am. Well, anyhoo, we should be getting our FDA approval any day now. [fingers crossed] Hopefully, in time for Thanksgiving. See, the way we look at it, chocolate already dominates your major food-preparation holidays. Easter, Christmas, what have you. But, we're thinking, given the right marketing we can make Thanksgiving the Mockolate holiday.
Monica: Wow.
Mr. Rastatter: Aren't you gonna swallow that?
Monica: Just waiting for it to stop bubbling.
Mr. Rastatter: Yeah, isn't that great? Well, anyhoo, we're looking for a couple of chefs who can create Thanksgiving recipes. You think you might be interested?
Monica: Abso-[swallowing]-lutely! See, I love creating recipes, I love Thanksgiving, and now I love Mockolate.
Mr. Rastatter: Really?
Monica: Especially that aftertaste. I tell you that'll last you till Christmas.

Mr. Rastatter: Thanks for coming in again.
Monica: Not at all. I have no morals, and I need the cash.
Mr. Rastatter: It's like I'm looking in a mirror. Anyway, they're called Fish-tachios. They taste exactly like pistachios but they're made primarily of reconstituted fish bits. Here, try one. [opens a jar]
Monica: All right.
Mr. Rastatter:You're not allergic to anything?
Monica: Cat hair.
Mr. Rastatter: Oh, sorry. [closes the jar]

Phoebe: Okay. This is a song about a love triangle between three people I made up. It's called "Two of Them Kissed Last Night."
[playing her guitar and singing] There was a girl, We'll call her Betty, And a guy, Let's call him Neil, Now I can't stress, This point too strongly, This story isn't real.
Now our Neil must decide, Who will be the girl that he casts aside, Will Betty be the one who he loves truly, Or will it be the one who we'll call Loolie.
He must decide, He must decide, Even though I made him up, He must decide.

Monica: Now, in some of these recipes, the quantities may seem unusual. Like these coconut Mockolate holiday nut bars? I've indicated four cups of coconut and four cups of crushed nuts and only one tablespoon of Mockolate.
Mr. Rastatter: Doesn't matter.
Monica: What?
Mr. Rastatter: Our FDA approval didn't come through. Something about laboratory rats.
Monica: Gosh, I'm sorry.
Mr. Rastatter: Yeah. Hell, anyhoo, here's your check. Thank you for all the trouble you went through. Listen, you didn't eat a lot of it while you were cooking, did you?
Monica: Well, I ate some.
Mr. Rastatter: Oh, some. That's fine. Some is not a lot. So it doesn't burn when you pee, does it?

Joey: I never know how long you're supposed to wait in this kind of situation before you can talk again. [Ross looks at Joey] Maybe a little longer.

Chandler: All right, check out this bad boy. Twelve megabytes of RAM, 500MB hard drive, built-in spreadsheet capabilities and a modem that transmits at over 28,000 BPS.
Phoebe: Wow. What are you gonna use it for?
Chandler: Games and stuff.

Ross: I don't know what I'm gonna do. What am I gonna do? I mean, this is like a complete nightmare!
Chandler: I know. This must be so hard. "Oh, no! Two women love me! They're both gorgeous and sexy, my wallet's too small for my 50s and my diamond shoes are too tight!"

Rachel: Oh, my God!
Monica: "Oh, my God" good?
Rachel: Oh, my God! I can't believe you let me put this in my mouth.
Phoebe: Oh, sweet Lord! This is what evil must taste like.

Chandler: Let's get some perspective here. These things happen for a reason.
Monica: Yeah. You!
Chandler: All right, Pheebs, back me up. You believe in that karma crap, don't you?
Phoebe: By the way, good luck in your next life as a dung beetle.

Ross: You know what? If things were the other way around, there is nothing you could put on a list that would ever make me not want to be with you.
Rachel: Well, then I guess that's the difference between us. See, I'd never make a list.