Eric: There's only a problem when I look at you. I got it. I got it.
Phoebe: No, don't tear out your eyes!
Eric: I was just gonna take out my lenses.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah. Try that. So, is that better?
Eric: Not really. You're blurry, but you still look like Ursula. You're "Blursula."

Monica: Oh, my God, you cleaned. Look at these floors. You did the windows. I have been begging you for months and you did, you cleaned. And nagging works!
Chandler: No, I didn't actually do this.
Monica: Oh, no. Was I cleaning in my sleep again?

Phoebe: Whose cell phone is that? It's so annoying. Everywhere you go.
Ross: I think it's coming from your bag.
Phoebe: I never get calls!

Phoebe: Oh, my God, Eric, hi. Wait. How'd you get this number?
Eric: Well, I have a friend who's a cop, and he got it for me.
Phoebe: Wow. What an incredible violation and wonderful surprise.

Eric: Anyway, I was wondering if you were the sort of person who eats lunch?
Phoebe: Are you asking me out? Because it'd be weird since you just broke up with my sister.
Eric: Yeah, okay. I'm sorry. Bye.
Phoebe: Wait. I just said that so you'd think I was a good person. Fight for me.
Eric: Uh, I won't take "no" for an answer.
Phoebe: Not great, but we can work on it at lunch. Okay, I can be at your apartment in two hours.
Eric: Great. Wait, how do you know where I live?
Phoebe: I've got friends too.

Ross: So does Joey know you're moving?
Rachel: Well, I haven't discussed it with him yet, but I know he's going to be relieved. Last week, he brought this girl over, and I started talking to her about morning sickness. And then I showed her pictures from my pregnancy book.
Ross: That's not really porn.
Rachel: Not so much.

Ross: How great would that be? You living in my building? I could help take care of the baby. I come over whenever I want, with your permission.
Rachel: Wow. That really would be great. Well, can we see it? Oh, maybe we shouldn't. I mean, if she just died this morning, out of respect.
Ross: Yeah. No, you're right.
Rachel: Shall we?
Ross: Yeah.

Ross: Hi. I'm Ross Geller. I live in the building.
Rachel: And I'm Rachel, an admirer of the building.

Brenda: Mrs. Bing, this tile cleaner is incredible. Where did you get it?
Monica: Oh, well I make it myself. It's two parts ammonia and one part lemon juice. Now, the secret ingredient is- You know what? We just met.

Monica: I'll prove it. About a week ago I was wearing those jeans, and I dropped a pen in my lap and it left an ink stain on the crotch. Now, when she comes back, I will find it and show you that stain.
Chandler: Honey, isn't it possible that the company that sold the jeans made more than just the one pair?
Monica: I guess.
Chandler: So, shouldn't we give her the benefit of the doubt before we go snooping around her crotch?