Phoebe: Okay. All right, this is my favorite part of the weekend. Right now, this. Franck: This? Phoebe: Uh huh. Franck: Oh, come on. We went, we went to Time Square. We found ninja stars. I almost got arm broken by a hooker... Phoebe: She wasn't a hooker. Franck: Well, when I tell my friends about her she will be.
Ross: (About Isabella Rossellini) Damn! I can't believe I took her off my list. Monica: Why? 'Cause otherwise you'd go for it? Ross: Yeah, maybe. Rachel: Oh oh, you lie. Ross: What? You don't think I'd go up to her? Rachel: Ross, it took you ten years to finally admit you liked me. Ross: Yeah, well missy, you better be glad that list is laminated. Rachel: You know what, honey? You go ahead. We'll call her an alternate. Ross: Okay, hold my crawler. Rachel: Okay. (He walks up to the counter.) Monica: Rach, are you really gonna let him do this? Rachel: Honey, he's about to go hit on Isabella Rossellini. I'm just sorry we don't got popcorn.