Valerie Cherish: Note to self: After a long day at work, I don't want to see that.
Valerie Cherish: You see puppies, I see Korean barbeque.
Valerie Cherish: Instead of the barbeque line I could say, "If I let you have the puppies I'll have to let weird old Mr. Schmidt have a SATAN flag!" See, that's good, because everybody hates Satan.
The One After the Superbowl, part 2 - S2-E13
Chandler: Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
Phoebe: Stick a fork what?
Chandler: You know, like when you're cooking a steak.
Phoebe: Oh, I don't eat meat.
Chandler: Well how do you tell when vegetables are done?
Phoebe: Well you just, you know, you eat them and you can tell.
Chandler: Okay, then eat me, I'm done.
The One In Barbados, part 1 - S9-E23
Mike: I love you.
Phoebe: I love you more.
Mike: Not possible.
The One with the Monkey - S1-E10
Ross: His name's Marcel. My friend Bethel rescued him from a lab.
Phoebe: That is so cruel! Why? Why would a parent want to name their child Bethel?
Phoebe: And then we can teach them to sing and we'll be like the Von Trapp family. Although without the Nazis - no, that sounds kinda dull.
The One With The Nap Partners - S7-E6
Rachel: Hi! I just want to apologize. I'm really sorry I was a baby.
Phoebe: That's ridiculous Rachel, we were all babies once.
Mamie: Nothing says "I love you" like blackmail.
Crystal: Do not fuck with me you sick, masturbating retard.
Walter: Go ahead and rape me, that's what you want.
Russ: What about the puffer?
Crystal: Yeah, well at first I couldn't find it, and when we found it... it was all out of you know... shit... the... um.
Russ: Mist?
Crystal: Yeah that's it. Do you know what his last words were?
Russ: Come on, don't do this.
Crystal: Krystal, my sweet angel. Go into my wallet and get the ticket because you and Russ deserve to have that money.
Russ: Oh, come on... don't do this to me.
Crystal: Fuck me, no fried clams?
Crystal: All right... key lime pie.
[Holly sings to Judy Garland DVD, wearing Gerry's boxers, shirt, suspenders and jewelry, when people walk in.]
John: What is that smell?
Holly: I wasn't expecting company. Mom, don't clean.
Patricia: I'm not. I'll just organize the garbage.
Denise: We did try to call first.
Sharon: Are you drunk?
Holly: No!
Ciara: Do you wanna be?
Patricia: Ciara! [To Holly.] What happened to your head?
Holly: Pimple.
Patricia: You're not showering?
Denise: You always squeeze too hard.
John: What is that smell?
Holly: It's me, all right?
Sharon: Hey, hey, hey, don't be like that.
Holly: Like what?
Sharon: Like the only lonely widow in Gotham City.
Holly: I'm just exhausted.
Denise: Yeah, well, what are you doing, two shows a night?
