Rachel: Phoebe, you were right. I should've never gone to London, and from now on you make all of my decisions for me.
Phoebe: Oh, no. I did that for someone once. I'm not comfortable having that kind of power and control over someone's life.
Monica: I'll do it!

Monica: Oh, what about that guy over there? Remember? That's the guy you flirted with at the counter that time.
Rachel: Oh, I don't know, I don't know.
Monica: You're going to talk to him! Y'know what? We made a deal, I make your decisions and I say you're going to talk to him.
Rachel: All right, you're the boss. I guess I gotta do what you tell me.
Joey: Say that to him and you're golden.

Rachel: What's that?
Ross: It came in the mail today. It's, uh, 72 long-stemmed red roses, one for each day that I've known and loved Emily... cut up into mulch.

Ross: I'm gonna use the phone. I gotta cancel those five giant Teddy Bears I sent to Emily. My God, think of the massacre!

Chandler: Y'know what else I can't believe? I had to kiss Phoebe and Rachel every time I left the room! I mean, it's too bad they didn't see us having sex.
Monica: Do you know anything about women?
Chandler: No.
Monica: ...That's all right.