August 9, 2010 | 0 Comments
Rachel: Ross kissed me. Phoebe: No! Monica: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!! Rachel: It’s unbelievable. Monica: Oh my god, oh my god, oh…
Rachel: Ross kissed me. Phoebe: No! Monica: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!! Rachel: It’s unbelievable. Monica: Oh my god, oh my god, oh…
Rastatter: Our FDA approval didn’t come through. Something about laboratory rats. Monica: Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. Rastatter: Yeah, well,…
Chandler: (Making up a story instead of reading The List) It was summer … and it was hot. Rachel was there. A lonely gray couch. “Oh…
Rastatter: Hi, thanks for coming in again. Monica: Oh, not at all. I have no morals and I need the cash. Rastatter: It’s like I’m looking…
Phoebe: (Sampling Mockolate chip cookies) Oh, sweet lord, this is what evil must taste like!
Monica: You, Bing. Racquetball in fifteen minutes. Chandler: Joey, be a pal. Lift up my hand and smack her with it.
Chandler: (About Monica “helping” him workout) She’s insane; the woman is insane. It’s before work, it’s after work, it’s during work….
Joey: When I first met you, know what I said to Chandler? I said, “Excellent butt, great rack.” Phoebe: Really? That’s so sweet. I mean,…
Phoebe: Why won’t he give it up? Joey: Maybe he drives his car on the other side of the road, if you know what I mean. Phoebe: No. What…
Monica: Chandler. I’m unemployed and in dire need of a project. Wanna work out? I can remake you. Chandler: Oh, you know I would, but…