Joey: Hey Pheebs, guess who we saw today.
Phoebe: Ooh, ooh, fun! OK... um, Liam Neeson.
Phoebe: Morly Safer.
Phoebe: The woman who cuts my hair!
Ross: I’ve gotta go. I’ve got Lamaze class.
Chandler: Oh, and I’ve got Earth Science, but I'll catch you in Gym.
Ross: You don’t dip your pen in the company ink.
Joey: You think it would be okay if I asked out your sister?
Phoebe: Why? Why would you wanna... do that? Why?
Joey: So that if we went out on a date, she’d be there.
Susan: I am supposed to be the mommy?
Ross: Okay, I’m gonna play my sperm card one more time.
Mr. Douglas: The Annual Net Usage Statistics are in.
Mr. Douglas: It’s pretty ugly. We haven’t seen an ANUS this bad since the '70s.
Rachel: Are you seeing her again tonight?
Joey: Yep. Ice Capades.
Chandler: Wow, this is serious. I’ve never known you to pay money for any kind of capade.
Mr. Douglas: I see. I guess you never really know what’s going on inside a person’s head.
Chandler: Well, I guess that’s why they call it psychology, sir.
Carol: (to Ross) Oh, what do you know? No one's going up to you and saying, "Hi, is that your nostril? Mind if we push this pot roast through it?"