Monica: "Hey, Joey! What would you do if you were omnipotent?"
Joey: "Probably kill myself."
Monica: "Excuse me?"
Joey: "Hey, if Little Joey's dead, I got no reason to live."
Ross: "Uh, Joey.... OM-nipotent."
Joey: "You are?"

Ross: "You know what? I better pass on the game. I think I'm just gonna go home and think about my ex-wife and her lesbian lover."
Joey: "To hell with hockey! Let's all do that!"

Phoebe: "I remember the day I got my first paycheck. There was a cave-in in one of the mines, and eight people were killed."
Monica: "Wow, you worked in a mine?"
Phoebe: "No, I worked in a Dairy Queen. Why?"

Phoebe: "Look, look, I have elbows!"
Monica and Phoebe: "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Phoebe: "Oh, ooo, and I brought operation. But, um, I lost the tweezers, so we can't operate. But we can prep the guy!"

Rachel: "And now everything's, just, kinda like..."
Phoebe: "Floopy?"
Rachel: "Yeah."
Monica: "You just gotta figure at some point, it's all gonna come together, and it's just gonna be.... unfloopy."
Phoebe: "Ya, like that's a word."

Chandler: "Listen, it's kinda an emergency. Well, I guess you'd know that, or we'd be in the 'Predicament Room'."

Rachel: "Phoebe? Do you have a plan?"
Phoebe: "I don't even have a 'pla'."

Rachel: "Uh, Phoebe? Who's George Snuffleupagus?"
Phoebe: "That's Big Bird's friend."

Chandler: "What? What? What is it? That she left you? That she likes women? That she left you for another woman that likes women?"
Ross: "A little louder, okay? I think there's a man on the twelfth floor--in a COMA--who didn't hear you."

Rachel: "Thanks, but I'm okay, really. I've got magic beans."