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| TOW the Two Dozen Lasagnas |
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| Joey: Ross, did you really read all these baby books? Ross: Yup! You could plunk me down in the middle of any woman's uterus, no compass, and I can find my way out of there like that! |
| Monica(on the phone): Aunt Syl, I did this as a favor. I am not a caterer. What do you want me to do with a dozen lasagnas? Nice talk, Aunt Syl. You kiss Uncle Freddie with that mouth? |
| Ross: Wasn't this supposed to be just a fling? Shouldn't it be flung by now. |
| Rachel: I mean, we are way past the fling thing, I mean, I am feeling things that I've only read about in Danielle Steele books, you know? I mean, when I'm with him, I'm totally, totally... Ross: nauseous, I'm physically nauseous. What am I supposed to do, huh? Call immigration? I could call immigration! |
| Chandler: Well, I believe the piece of furniture was fine until your little breakfast adventure with Angela Delvecchio. Joey: You knew about that? Chandler: Well, let's just say the impressions you made in the butter left little to the imagination. |