March 8, 2010 | 0 Comments
Monica: Aunt Syl, stop yelling! All I’m saying is that if you had told me vegetarian lasagna, I would have made vegetarian lasagna….
Monica: Aunt Syl, stop yelling! All I’m saying is that if you had told me vegetarian lasagna, I would have made vegetarian lasagna….
Monica: What’s the matter? Phoebe: Nothing. I’m sorry. I’m just out of sorts. Chandler: Well, you can use some of my sorts. I rarely use…
Ross: Well, looks like we kicked your butts. Joey: No. No. She kicked our butts. You could be on the Olympic standing-there team.
Phoebe: All right, you know Paolo? Ross: I’m familiar with his work. Yes.
Phoebe: Going to the hospital tonight? Monica: No, you? Phoebe: No, you? Monica: You just asked me. Phoebe: Okay, maybe it was a trick…
Chandler: (To his Mom) You kissed my best Ross! Or something to that effect.
Rachel: What’re you guys doing out here? Ross: Well, not playing raquetball! Joey: He forgot to leave his grip size! Ross: He didn’t get…
Monica: What are you guys doing here? Joey: Uhhhh…. he’s not even wearing a jockstrap! Monica: (Pause) What did I ask?
Rachel: Mrs. Bing, I have to tell you, I’ve read everything you’ve ever written. No, I mean it! I mean, when I read Euphoria at Midnight,…
Phoebe: (To Coma Guy) Get up, you Girl Scout! Up, up, up! Monica: What are you doing? Phoebe: Maybe nobody’s tried this.