Monica: He showed me where the restaurant's gonna be. It's this cute little place on tenth street. It's not too big. It's not too small. It's just right.
Chandler: Was it formerly owned by a blond woman and some bears?

Monica: So was it a lot more money?
Chandler: It doesn't matter. I just don't want to be one of those guys who's in his office until 1 o'clock at night worrying about the WENUS.
Rachel: The, the "WENUS"?
Chandler: Weekly Estimated Net Usage System. It's a processing term.
Rachel: Oh, that WENUS.

Chandler: This is great. You ready?
Phoebe: Yeah.
Chandler: [on the phone] Helen, could you come in here? Thank you, Helen. That'll be all. Last time I do that. I promise.

Monica: Well, what kind of food is he looking for?
Phoebe: Well, he wants to do something eclectic. So he's looking for someone who can create the entire menu.
Monica: Oh my God.
Phoebe: [to Chandler] So, what do you think?
Chandler: Thanks, Pheebs. I guess I just don't see myself in a big, white hat.
Phoebe: Oh, Monica! Guess what?

Chandler: Well, that's very generous. Look, this isn't about the money. It's just, I need something that's more than a job. I need something I really care ab-
And that's on top of the year-end bonus structure you mentioned earlier?
Joey: Your dream! Your dream!
Chandler: Look, Al, I'm not playing hardball here, okay? This is not a negotiation. This is a rejection! No, no, no. Stop saying numbers! Stop saying numbers! I'm telling you, you've got the wrong guy! You've got the wrong guy. I'll see you Monday!

Monica: These are rock shrimp ravioli in a cilantro ponzu sauce with just a touch of minced - [Steve eats them all] - ginger.
Steve: Well, smack my ass and call me Judy! These are fantastic!
Monica: Gosh! I'm so glad you liked them.
Steve: Like them? I could eat 100 of them!
Monica: Oh. Well, that's all there is of these, but in a about eight and a half minutes, we'll be serving some delicious onion tartlets.
Steve: "Tartlets"? "Tartlets." "Tartlets. " Word has lost all meaning.

Rachel: Excuse me. Can I help you with anything?
Monica: You know, I don't know what I'm looking for.
[Rachel mimes a guy smoking a joint]
Steve: Cool! Taco shells! You, these are like a little corn envelope, you know?
Monica: You don't wanna spoil your appetite.
Steve: Hey, Sugar-O's!
Monica: You know, if you just wait another 6 1 /2 minutes-
Steve: Oh, Macaroni and cheese! We gotta make this!
Monica: No, we don't.
Steve: Oh, okay. [drops it, grabs a bag of gummy bears] Sorry.
Monica: Why don't you just have a seat here? Okay. Okay, give me the gummy bears.
Steve: No.
Monica: Give them to me.
Steve: Okay, we'll share.
Monica: No. Give me the bears.
Steve: Well then you can't have any. [the bag splits] Oh, bears overboard! They're drowning! Hey, fellas, grab onto a Sugar-O! Save yourselves! Help! Help, I'm drowning!

Rachel: Coffee.
Joey: Thank you.
Rachel: Cappuccino. And a nice, hot cider for Monica.
Monica: Thank you. Rach, why does my cinnamon stick have an eraser?
Rachel: Oh. [removes a cinnamon stick from behind her ear] Oh, that's why. Sorry.

Phoebe: Hey, you guys. Chandler's coming and he has incredible news. So when he gets here, let's all act, like, you know-
Chandler: Hey.
Phoebe: Never mind. But it was gonna be really good.

Chandler: So it's a typical day at work, I'm inputting my numbers, and Big Al calls me into his office and tells me he wants to make me processing supervisor.
Phoebe: That is great!
Joey: Congratulations!
Chandler: So, I quit.
Monica: What, why?
Phoebe: Why?
Chandler: This was supposed to be a temp job.
Monica: Yeah, Chandler, you've been there for five years.
Chandler: I know, but if I took this promotion, it'd be like admitting that this is what I actually do.