JOEY: I'm tellin' you Ross, she wants you. ROSS: She barely knows me. We just live in the same building. CHANDLER: Any contact? ROSS: She lent me an egg once.
LORRAINE: Hi, Joey. Well well, look what you brought. Very nice. CHANDLER: And what did you bring?
RACHEL: Ok, ok, Roger was creepy, but he was nothing compared to Pete Carney. MONICA: Which one was Pete Carney? RACHEL: He was the weeper. Remember that guy who used to cry every time we had sex. "Was it good for you?" MONICA: Yeah, well, I'll take a little crying any day over Howard-the-"I-win"-guy. "I win! I win!" I went out with the guy for two months--I didn't get to win once. RACHEL: How did we end up with these jerks? We're good people! MONICA: I don't know. Maybe we're some kinda magnets. PHOEBE: I know I am. That's why I can't wear a digital watch.
LORRAINE: You know, ever since I was little, I've been able to pick up quarters with my toes. JOEY: Good for you. Uh, quarters or rolls of quarters?
JANICE: By the way, Chandler. I cut you out of all my pictures. So if you want, I have a bag with just your heads. CHANDLER: That's ok. JANICE: Oh, are you sure? Really? Because you know, you could make little puppets out of them, and you could use them in your theater of cruelty.
JOEY: Uh, can I talk to you for a second, over there? Uh, we might be leaving now. CHANDLER: Tell me it's "you and me" we. JOEY: She said she wants to slather my body with stuff and then lick it off. I'm not even sure what slathering is, but I definitely want to be a part of it. CHANDLER: Ok, you can not do this to me. JOEY: You're right, I'm sorry. You're right. LORRAINE: Uh, can we have three chocolate mousses to go please? JOEY: I'm outta here. Here's my credit card. Dinner's on me. I'm sorry, Chandler. CHANDLER: I hope she throws up on you.
JANICE: So, do we have the best friends or what? CHANDLER: Joey's not a friend. He's...a stupid man who left us his credit card. Another drink? Some dessert? A big screen TV?
ROSS: I'm just sayin' if dogs do experience jet lag, then, because of the whole um, seven dog years to one human year thing, then, when a dog flies from New York to Los Angeles, he doesn't just lose three hours, he loses like a week and a half.
KRISTIN: Who are they? ROSS: The blond woman is my ex-wife, and the woman touching her is her close, personal friend. KRISTIN: You mean they're lovers. ROSS: If you wanna put a label on it. KRISTIN: Wow, uh, anything else I should know? ROSS: Nope, nope, that's it. Oh, and she's pregnant with my baby. I always forget that part. Helloo!
PHOEBE: Ok, so now we need um sage branches and the sacramental wine. MONICA: All I have is, is oregano and a Fresca. PHOEBE: Um, that's ok! Ok. All right. Now we need the semen of a righteous man. RACHEL: Ok, Pheebs, you know what, if we had that, we wouldn't be doing the ritual in the first place.
CHANDLER: How can I dump this woman on Valentine's day? JOEY: I don't know. You dumped her on New Year's. CHANDLER: Oh, man. In my next life, I'm coming back as a toilet brush.
FIREMAN 3: We get off around midnight, why don't we pick you up then? RACHEL: So, um, will you bring the truck? FIREMAN 3: I'll even let you ring the bell. RACHEL: Oh, my god. PHOEBE: See, there you go, the cleansing works! MONICA: They're nice guys. RACHEL: Oh, they're firemen guys. FIREMAN 1: You guys tell them you were married? FIREMAN 2: No way! FIREMAN 3: Are you kidding? My girlfriend doesn't know, I'm not gonna tell them!
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