Janice: What a small world!
Chandler: And yet I never run into Beyoncé.

Rachel: Hi, excuse me. I'm here to see my father. My name is Rachel Green.
Ross: And I'm Dr. Ross Geller.
Rachel: Ross, please. This is a hospital, okay? That actually means something here.

Monica: Now, in regards to the toasts, okay, you wanna keep them short. Nothing kills a rehearsal dinner like long speeches. Okay. You just get in, do your thing, and get out.
Mike: Is that what you say to Chandler?
Monica: It's 2101, and I am not amused.

Donny Osmond: Now, Gene, I must remind you, you need all six of these to stay in the game. All right. Describe for Joey "things you find in your refrigerator."
Joey: Bah, they might as well just give us the points.
Donny Osmond: Give me 20 seconds on the clock. Ready? Go.
Gene: You put this in your coffee.
Joey: A spoon. Your hands. Your face.
Gene: It's white.
Joey: Paper. Snow. A ghost!
Gene: It's heavier than milk.
Joey: A rock. A dog. The Earth.
Gene: Pass. You put this on a sandwich.
Joey: Salami. Anchovies. Jam.
Gene: It's white.
Joey: Paper. Snow. A ghost!
Gene: It's made from eggs.
Joey: Chickens?
Gene: Pass. You put this on a hamburger.
Joey: Ketchup!
Gene: Yes!
Joey: Relish!
Gene: Stop.

Ross: Damn it. I have this date tomorrow night, and I have to look cool.
Phoebe: Well, you know, if you want fashion help, Rachel and I are going shopping tomorrow. You're more than welcome to come with us.
Ross: Really? That would be great. I mean, I have to do something. She kind of teased me about how I dress.
Joey: I can see why. Nice shirt.
Ross: You're wearing the same shirt.
Joey: Stupid Gap on every corner!

Ross: Hey, guys, I need some fashion advice. How does this look?
Rachel: Well, it's It's a little low. Pick it up a little. A little bit more. A little bit more. There you go. Now throw it away.
Ross: Come on! This looks good.
Rachel: Ross, please trust me. I buy 30 fashion magazines a month. Now, I don't know who's running for president or who that NATO guy is, but I do know that you have to get far away from that hat.

Chandler: That fake British woman's a real bitch, but she sure can dance.

Charlie: God, Rachel, what Ross just said, that's just-
Rachel: Oh, that's okay. Girls tend not to like me.

Precious: Wait. I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what's going on. I mean are you guys getting back together or something?
Phoebe: All right, Susie. Can I call you Susie?
Precious: My name is Precious.
Phoebe: I can't say that. Uh, Susie, I'm gonna be straight with you.

Monica: All right. Honey, my tests are down the hall. Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
Chandler: Yeah, I guess.
Monica: Look, I know this is embarrassing, but nobody cares. No one here even knows you.
Janice: Oh, my God!
Chandler: Oh, come on!