August 9, 2010 | 0 Comments
Joey: Rach, these are for you. Rachel: Wiper blades. I don’t even have a car. Joey: No, but with this new car smell, you’ll think you do.
Joey: Rach, these are for you. Rachel: Wiper blades. I don’t even have a car. Joey: No, but with this new car smell, you’ll think you do.
Ross: (To Monica, about fixing the knob) Oh, oh that’s right, I forgot about your ability to fuse metal.
Chandler: You know, I remember my father… all dressed up in the red suit, with the big black boots and the leather belt. Sneaking…
Monica: (To Ross) For the sixteenth time, no… I do not think you’re obsessive.
Monica: (About Phoebe) I hope she’s okay. Joey: Yeah, I know exactly what she’s going through. Monica: How do you know exactly what she’s…
Ross: Hey, Rach, you know what? I think I know what will make you feel better. How about you make a list about me. Rachel: What? Forget…
Phoebe: Oh, Ugly Naked Guy is decorating his tree. Oh my God! You should see the size of his Christmas balls.
Frances: Alright, that is not your father, that’s just a picture of a guy in a frame. Phoebe: Oh God. Frances: It was your mother’s idea….
Phoebe: A plate of brownies once told me a limerick. Chandler: Pheebs, let me ask you something… Were… were these, uh, “funny”…
Frances: (Reading the obituaries) Esther Livingston. (Scratching out name) Gone. (Phoebe enters) Frances: Hi, Phoo. Phoebe: Hi Grandma….