Gunther: Rachel?
Rachel: Yeah?
Gunther: When's your birthday?
Rachel: May 5th. Why?
Gunther: Oh, I... I'm just making a list of people's birthdays.
Ross: Oh, mine's December...
Gunther: Yeah, whatever.

Monica: So why don't you go and ask her out? Oh, what's the worse thing that could happen?
Chandler: I could die.

Rachel: Ross, you guys went out once. You took your kids to Chuck E. Cheese, and you didn't even kiss her.
Chandler: I tell people secrets. I makes them like me.

Chandler: All right. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna go get shot down. Any advice?
Monica: Be yourself. But not too much.

Chandler: I was just trying figure out a way to, uh, demonstrate how to get my exceptionally large feet into my even bigger mouth.

Phoebe: Before I start, I just wanna say that, um, I have a cold. So if I sneeze in the middle of a song, it's not on purpose. Oh! Except the last verse of Pepper People.

Chandler: So, uh, Joey tells me you two met in acting class.
Kathy: Yeah, they teamed us up as partners. Joey picked three scenes for us to do. All of them had us making out.
Chandler: Oh, it's a good thing, actually. Because, uh, he used to make me rehearse with him.

Phoebe (singing): My sticky shoes, my sticky, sticky shoes, why you stick on me... baby.

Monica: It's this dumb thing that Ross made up, 'cause he was trying to fool our parents. It's a way of giving the finger without actually having to give it. I remember I cried the night he made that up. It was the first time I realized I was cooler than my big brother.

Phoebe: I lost my sexy phlegm!

Monica: [Sneeze] Oh, gosh, Phoebe, I think I caught your cold!
Phoebe: You mean you stole it!
Monica: [Sneeze]
Phoebe: Don't cover your mouth when you do that!

Joey: Kathy's being really nice, and you just walked away. I thought we had a deal.
Chandler: Hey, look... what do you want from me?
Joey: I want you to like her! But if that's too damn difficult for you, then the least you could do is pretend!
Chandler: I am pretending.
Joey: Well, then do it better!
Chandler: Okay, what do ya say I, uh, go over there and tell her how much I like her? No, no, it'd be good. I could tell how much I've been thinking about her; that I haven't stopped thinking about her since the moment we met; that I'm so fantastically, over-the-top, wanna-slit-my-own-throat in love with her, that for every minute of every hour of every day, I can't believe my own damn bad luck that you met her first!
Joey: Yeah, well, that's pretty good. But you might want to tone it down a little.

Phoebe (singing): Parading, goats are parading; parading down the street. Parading, goats are parading; leaving little treats.

Phoebe (singing): I'm, I'm still waiting for my papier-mache' man.

Gunther: Rachel?
Rachel: Yeah?
Gunther: I don't know if you heard about what happened between me and Phoebe the other day?
Rachel: No!
Gunther: Well, we kissed. I... I didn't initiate the kiss, but I also didn't stop it, and I've been feeling guilty.
Rachel (puzzled): Okay.
Gunther: So, um, are we cool?
Rachel (more puzzled): Okay.
Gunther: I knew you'd understand.