Monica: And Ross, if it weren't for Rachel's rumor, no one in high school would have even known who you were. She put you on the map.
Ross: As a romancer of the elderly.
Monica: Hey, Mrs. Altmann was the kind of woman you could tell she used to be pretty.
Ross: The eyes did still sparkle.

Chandler: Solid effort. Solid effort.
Monica: Oh, so who won?
Phoebe: Green Bay.
Chandler: Detroit.
Monica: What?
Phoebe: Well, the Lions technically won. But it was a moral victory for the Green Bay ... Mermen.

Phoebe: Hey. Look, I brought you my old maternity clothes.
Rachel: Oh, Pheebs, that's so sweet. Oh, those are so cute.
Phoebe: Yeah, and look. See how they expand as the baby grows? And then after the baby's born they're great for shoplifting melons.

Monica: Anyway, Will's here on business and he didn't have a place to go so I invited him here.
Rachel: That's nice.
Monica: Oh, by the way, he's lost a bunch of weight. I mean, he looks good. Okay, I mean really gorgeous.
[Joey clears his throat]
Monica: I still love Chandler.
Joey: Wouldn't hurt you to say it once in a while.

Monica: Could you fold these napkins?
Phoebe: Yeah, sure.
Monica: I'm gonna go across the hall and check on the yams.
Phoebe: Okay.
Monica: No, no, no, sweetie. No, not like that. We're not at a barn dance. You want to fold them like swans. Like I showed you at Christmas time, remember?
Phoebe: Yeah, it all just came screaming back to me.

Phoebe: So how's the game?
Chandler: I have no idea.
Phoebe: What?
Chandler: Yeah, I'm pretending to watch the game so I don't have to help out with stuff.
Phoebe: I don't believe you. That is brilliant! And Monica has no idea?
Chandler: No. Every once in a while, I just yell and scream stuff at the TV. 'Ey! What? 'Ey!
Monica: Your team winning, hon?
Chandler: Oh, yeah, Anderson just scored again. [to Phoebe] There is no Anderson.

Phoebe: Hey, Mon? I don't think I can help you after all. I didn't realize this game was on.
Monica: Oh, I didn't know you like football.
Phoebe: Well, normally, I don't. But, you know, Green Bay is playing.
Monica: You like Green Bay?
Phoebe: Well, it's only like my favorite bay.

Monica: You want to meet some people? This is my husband, Chandler. Chandler, this is Will.
Chandler: Oh, hey. I'd shake your hand but I'm really into the game. Plus, I think it'd be better for my ego if we didn't stand right next to each other.

Chandler: You know, it's been a while since we screamed something. Maybe we should.
Phoebe: Oh, okay.
Chandler: Oh, come on!
Phoebe: No! Damn you, ref! You burn in hell!

Monica: What are you doing? You've got to save room. You've got almost an entire turkey to eat.
Joey: Let me explain to you how the human body works. I have to warm up my stomach first. Eating chips is like stretching.
Monica: Okay.
Joey: Don't worry. Tribbianis never get full.
Will: I actually know what you're talking about. And I'm here to tell you something, my friend. You can eat and eat and eat, but nothing will ever fill that void.
Joey: Who the hell is this guy?