March 8, 2010 | 0 Comments
Steve: Oooh! Tartlets! Tartlets. Tartlets. The word has lost all meaning.
Steve: Oooh! Tartlets! Tartlets. Tartlets. The word has lost all meaning.
Monica: Wendy bailed. I have no waitress. Rachel: Oh… that’s too bad. Bye bye. (Starts to leave) Monica: Ten dollars an hour. Rachel:…
Steve: Well, smack my ass and call me Judy!
Monica: Is it better than the other salmon mousse? Joey: It’s creamier. Monica: Yeah, well, is that better? Joey: I don’t know. We’re…
Monica: (About the appetizers) Hey, maybe this’ll cheer you up. Chandler: Oh, you know, um, I had a grape about five hours ago, so I’d…
Chandler: Can you see my nipples through this shirt? Rachel: No, but don’t worry. I’m sure they’re still there.
Chandler: I just don’t want to be one of those guys who sits in his office until twelve o’clock at night worrying about the WENUS….
Rachel: Oh! I see. And I’ve sort of been maintaining my amateur status so that I can waitress in the Olympics.
Chandler: Eight and a half hours of aptitude tests, intelligence tests, personality tests… and what do I learn? (He taps the results…
Steve: (After spilling a bag of Gummy Bears) Oh no! Bears overboard! They’re, they’re drowning! (Starts throwing Sugar O’s cereal to the…