Alice: I came down to ask you a big favour.
Phoebe: Oh, well, don't tell me you want to keep more of your stuff in my uterus.
Alice: No, no, no. Okay, now, see, I wanna name the girl baby Leslie, and Frank wants to name one of the boy babies Frank Junior Jr.
Chandler: Wouldn't that be Frank the Third?
Alice: Don't get me started. Anyway, um, since there are three babies and, um, we both got to put our names in, we would be truly honoured if you would name the other boy baby.
Phoebe: Wow! That's so great! Oh! Oh! Cougar!
Alice: You think about it.

Rachel: I thought I was making him filet mignon.
Monica: Yeah, you were, but then you decided to make salmon because you had some left over at the restaurant. And then you realised if you bitched about it, then you would stop cooking, and you would have to make your famous baked potato and Diet Coke.
Rachel: Wow, I really get crabby when I cook.

Ross: What's wrong with "Ross?"
Phoebe: Well, it's just, y'know, something like this would never to, like, The Hulk, y'know?
Ross: Actually that... that's not true. In The Incredible Hulk, uh, number 72, Dr. Bruce Banner found.... Y'know, nevermind, my girlfriend's a lesbian.

Chandler: Nope, nope, you're right, it is a ridiculous name!
Joey: It's not that bad.
Chandler: Yes it is! From now on, I have no first name.
Joey: So, you're just, "Bing?"
Chandler: I have no name.

Chandler: Okay, uh, for now, temporarily, you can call me... Clint.
Joey: No way are you cool enough to pull of Clint.
Chandler: Okay, so what name am I cool enough to pull off?
Phoebe: Um... Gene.
Chandler: It's Clint. It's Clint!
Joey: See you later, Gene.
Phoebe: Bye, Gene.
Chandler: It's Clint! Clint!
Joey: What's up with Gene?

Monica: So, you wore your nightie to dinner?
Rachel: Oh, yeah. And, uh, the best part though, was when the waiter spilled water down my back: I jumped up and my boob popped out.
Monica: Oh, no!
Rachel: No, it's all right. I got nice boobs.