Phoebe: I've never seen this part before. Hey, Travis, watcha doin' with that gun? Oh, no! No, no, Travis, put down the gun. No, no, no, no, he... he's your buddy, he's your Yeller! No, no, no, the end! The end!
[BOOM]
Phoebe: Okay, what kind of sick doggie snuff-movie is this?

Monica: All right, I've got a leg, three breasts, and a wing.
Chandler: Well how do you find clothes that fit?

Phoebe: What is happening to the world? I mean, because E.T. leaves, and... and Rocky loses, Charlotte dies...
Richard: Charlotte who?
Phoebe: With the web. The spider, she dies, she dies. She has babies and dies. It's like, you know: Hey, welcome home from the hospital. Thud.

Phoebe: Please, I almost fell for that with, uh, Pride of the Yankees. I thought I was gonna see a film about yankee pride, and then, boom! The guy gets Lou Gehrig's disease.
Richard: Uh, the guy was Lou Gehrig. Didn't you kinda see it coming?

Richard: Don't worry, I like hanging out with those guys. It's fun for me. They're different than my other friends. They don't start sentences with, "You know who just died shoveling snow?"

Phoebe: Does it matter? You're ultimately just gonna die or get divorced or have to blow your pet's head off.

Rachel: I don't know, you tell me! One minute I'm holding Ben like a football. The next thing I know, I've got two kids and I'm living in Scarsdale complaining about the taxes!
Ross: Well I'm sorry. I think about stuff. You know, I mean, you're at work, you're assembling bones, your mind wanders.

Richard: But... he gets it back, passes to the middle, lines it up, and... bam! Yes! Could that shot be any prettier?
Joey: Man, you are incredible!
Richard: Well, we had a table in college.
Chandler: Oh, really? I didn't know they had foosball in the 1800's.
Richard: Nice moustache, by the way. When puberty hits that thing's really gonna kick in.