Ross: Sorry, it's just one of our last nights together before she leaves for camp. To be a counselor.

Monica: Ross, let me ask you a question. All jokes aside. Where is this relationship going?
Chandler: Wait a minute. All jokes aside? I didn't agree to that.

Ross: What's going on?
Elizabeth: The guys across the hall are throwing water balloons at us.
Ross: Oh, you have to call the police. That's what I did to kids in my building.

Mr. Thompson: Our next item is the romantic trip to Paris. It goes to Emil Alexander with a high bid of $2300.
Rachel: Ah, so close.

Phoebe: Hey, you guys, look. I got me some drinks.
Rachel: What are you doing?
Phoebe: Open bar.

Mr. Thompson: Mr. Tribbiani, your contribution brings us a big step closer to building the youth center.
Joey: Just out of curiosity, how much is that boat worth?
Mr. Thompson: I think it was valued at $19,000.
Joey: Hey, I was pretty close.

Ross: Oh, my God! You guys!
Chandler: Before you say anything, have we got a story for you. Guess who we bumped into at dinner?
Ross: Who?
Chandler: Richard.
Ross: Oh. Oh.

Rachel: Hey. Oh, my God. You're here. Let me see your hand.
Phoebe: No, you're too late. She already took out the trash.

Chandler: Okay, here she comes. Do I look like a guy who doesn't want to get married?
Joey: Yeah. And, also, a little like a French guy. I never noticed that before.

Waitress: Hey, Monica. There's a customer who wants to compliment the chef. Shall I let him in?
Monica: Sure. I love this part.
Waitress: Come on in.
Richard: Hi.
Monica: Richard.
Richard: Actually, I'm not here to compliment the chef.
Monica: Oh, well that's okay. I hate when people come back to compliment the chef. Like I've nothing better to do.