Chandler: Joey's tailor... took advantage of me. Ross: What? Joey: No way, I've been going to the guy for twelve years. Chandler: Oh come on, he said he was going to do my inseem, then he ran his hand up my leg and then there was definite... Ross: What? (Chandler closes his eyes) Chandler: Cupping. Joey: That's how they do pants! First they go up one side, they move it over, then they go up the other side then they move it back, and then they do the rear. Ross, will you tell him. Isn't that how a tailor measures pants? Ross: Yes, yes it is... in prison!
Ross: You don't believe in gravity? Phoebe: Well, it's not so much that, you know, like, I don't believe in it, you know, it's just ... I don't know, lately I get the feeling that I'm not so much being pulled down as I am being pushed! (Knocking on the door) Chandler: Uh oh. It's Isaac Newton, and he's pissed. Quick Pheebs, jump on the ceiling!