Chandler: Hey, you guys all know what you wanna do.
Rachel: I don't!
Chandler: Hey, you guys in the living room all know what you wanna do.
Chandler: You know, you have goals. You have dreams. I don't have a dream!
Ross: Ah, the lesser-known "I don't have a dream" speech.
Monica: Oh, I love my life, I love my life!
Phoebe: Ooh! Brian's Song!
Monica: He showed me where the restaurant's gonna be. It's this cute little place on 10th Street. It’s not too big, it’s not too small. It’s just right.
Chandler: Was it formerly owned by a blonde woman and some bears?
Ross: Hey guys, does anyone know a good date place in the neighborhood?
Joey: How about Tony's? If you can finish a 32-ounce steak, it's free.
Ross: OK, ahem, hey, does anyone know a good place if you're not dating a puma?
Ross: Oh, I just thought we could go out to dinner, and then maybe bring her back to my place and I'd introduce her to my monkey.
Chandler: And he's not speaking metaphorically.
(Joey is tasting salmon mousse)
Monica: Is it better than the other salmon mousse?
Joey: It's creamier.
Monica: Yeah, well, is that better?
Joey: I don't know. We're talking about whipped fish, Monica. I'm just happy I'm keeping it down, y'know?
Joey: (to Ross) Well if you can't talk dirty to me, how're you gonna talk dirty to her? Now tell me you want to caress my butt!!!
Steve: That’s a lovely apartment.
Monica: Oh, thank you. Would you like a tour?
Steve: I was just being polite, but, alright.
Phoebe: In the cab, on the way over, Steve blazed up a doobie.
Phoebe: Smoked a joint, you know? Lit a bone. Weed, hemp, ganja.
Rachel: OK, OK. I'm with you, Cheech.
Steve: Well, smack my ass and call me Judy!
Ross: I was the James Michener of dirty talk.