Joey: Alright--they got water, orange juice, and what looks like cider.
Chandler: Taste it.
Joey: Yep, it's fat! I drank fat!
Chandler: Yeah, I know. I did that two minutes ago.

Ross: You guys, you know what? You know what? It doesn't matter, because you both have to go get dressed before the big vain in my head pops.

Ross: Look, I don't care! It starts at eight. We can't be late.
Phoebe: We could not, would not want to wait.

Monica: Has somebody been drinking my fat?

Rachel: You guys, does this look like something the girlfriend of a paleontologist would wear?
Phoebe: I don't know, you might be the first one.

Chandler: Alright, fine! You know what? We'll both sit in the chair.
Joey: Fine with me.
Chandler: I'm sooo comfortable.
Joey: Me too. In fact, I think I might be a little too comfortable.

Chandler: What are you doing?
Joey: Well, you said I had to give you the chair. You didn't say anything about the cushions.
Chandler: The cushions are the essence of the chair!
Joey: That's right! I'm taking the essence.

Rachel: Ross, that was a Halloween costume--unless you would like me to go to this thing as Little Bo Peep.
Ross: Look, I didn't recognize it without that inflatable sheep.
Rachel: Yeah, which, by the way, Chandler, I would like back one of these days.

Ross: Okay, now hold on. Joey, why can't you just wear the underwear you're wearing now?
Joey: Because, um, I'm not wearing any underwear now.
Ross: Okay, then why do you have to wear underwear tonight?
Joey: It's a rented tux, Okay. I'm not gonna go commando in another man's fatigues.

Phoebe: Rachel didn't have anything that I liked, but she had this Christmas ribbon, and I thought, alright, fine, I'll be political.
Chandler: What are you supporting?
Phoebe: Duh! Christmas!

Chandler: Monica? I think you've gone over to the bad place.

Chandler: You know what's weird? Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever he's getting out of the shower, he always put a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about?

Joey: Okay, buddy-boy. Here it is: You hide my clothes, I'm wearing everything you own.
Chandler: Oh my God! That is so not the opposite of taking somebody's underwear!
Joey: Look at me--I'm Chandler! Could I be wearing any more clothes? Maybe if I wasn't going commando!

Ross: Look, what... what can I do to show you how much... how much I want you to be there?
Joey: You could drink the fat.
Ross: Hi. Welcome to an adult conversation.

Rachel: No, no, no! Okay, okay. Don't! I'll go, I'll go!
Ross: You will?
Rachel: You were really gonna do that, weren't you?
Ross: Well, yeah.
Rachel: You were gonna drink the fat.
Joey: Let's see what else he'll do!

Monica: Maybe we could call the phone company... or maybe they could change the message. Maybe they can change his number.
Phoebe: Yeah, I think after this he'll be doing that himself.

Rachel: Come on. Oh! And, uh, by the way...
Ross: What?
Rachel: I'm going commando, too.