Chandler: I can't believe you would actually say that. I would much rather be Mr.Peanut than Mr.Salty.
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right? He's got to be, like, the toughest snack there is.
Ross: I don't know, you don't wanna mess with corn nuts. They're crazy.

Phoebe: Call her! Stop being so testosteroney!
Chandler: Which, by the way, is the real San Francisco Treat.

Chandler: I got her machine.
Joey: Her answering machine?
Chandler: No, interestingly enough her leaf-blower picked up.

Joey: Man, we gotta do something about that guy. This morning, I caught him looking into our apartment. It creeps me out! I feel like I can't do stuff!
Monica: What kinda, "stuff?"
Joey: Will you grow up? I'm not talking about sexy stuff; but, like, when I'm cooking naked.
Phoebe: You cook naked?
Joey: Yeah. Toast, oatmeal... nothing that spatters.

Chandler: You don't think that makes me seem a little...
Ross: ...desperate? Needy? Pathetic?
Chandler: Ah, you obviously saw my personal ad.

Joey: He's back! The peeper's back! Get down!
Rachel: Get down?
Chandler: And boogie!

Chandler (dancing & singing): She's on the other line, she's gonna call me back, she's on the other line, gonna call me back...
Monica: Don't you have to pee?
Chandler: That's why I'm dancing.

Ross: Four letters: "Circle or hoop".
Chandler: Ring, damn it, ring!
Ross: Thanks.

Ross: "Heating device."
Phoebe: Radiator.
Ross: Five letters.
Phoebe: Rdtor.

Barry (to Mindy): I swear, whatever I was doing, I was always thinking of you.
Rachel: Oh please! During that second time you couldn't have picked her out of a lineup!
Mindy: You did it twice?
Rachel: Well, the first time didn't really count. I mean, you know... 'twas Barry.

Mindy: I'm pretty sure I'm still gonna marry him.
Rachel: What are you talking about? Mindy, the guy is the devil! He's Satan in a smock!

Mindy: I hope you can find some way to be happy for me. And I hope you'll still be my maid of honour.
Rachel: And I hope Barry doesn't kill you and eat you in Aruba.

Joey: All right, I'll give you this, Mr. Peanut is a better dresser. I mean he's got the monocle, he's got the top hat...
Phoebe: You know he's gay?
Ross: I just wanna clarify this: Are you outing Mr. Peanut?