Monica: Why are you so mad at him?
Phoebe: Look, I don't wanna talk about it. Okay?
Monica: Well, it just seems that you're doing...
Phoebe: You wanna be on my list too? Keep talking! Has anyone seen my list, by the way?
Chandler: Um, no, Pheebs. What's it look like?
Phoebe: Uh, it's a piece of paper and it says, "Ross" on it.

Ross: Are you angry at me because I said your handwriting is childlike?
Phoebe: No, that made me feel precious.

Chandler: He went crazy! Y'know, we were playing that game where you ask a question and you answer it really fast...
Phoebe: That game should not be played without my supervision.

Joey: Hey, Pheebs! Listen, this wooden box keeps sliding out from under the seat. What is it?
Phoebe: Oh, that's my grandma. And thanks, Joey, she's having a really great time.

Monica: Well, maybe you should send him something, so that when he gets to Las Vegas he'll know that you're sorry.
Chandler: That's a good idea. I wonder where I could get a basket of porn.

Phoebe: Y'know what you should send him? A cartoon of cigarettes. 'Cause that way he could trade it for protection. No. That's prison.

Ross: What do you like better flora or fauna?
Phoebe: Fauna.
Ross: Who would you rather be Simon or Garfunkle?
Phoebe: Garfunkle.
Ross: Why are you mad at me?
Phoebe: You said I was boring. Oh!
Ross: When did I say you were boring?
Phoebe: Oh my God, I remember now! We were playing chess!
Ross: Phoebe! You and I have never played chess!
Phoebe: Oh, come on! Yes... remember that time on the frozen lake? We were playing chess, you said I was boring, and then you took off your energy mask and you were Cameron Diaz! Okay, there's a chance this may have been a dream.

Joey: Hey Monica, it's Joey!
Monica: Hey Joey! Ah, you remember me even though you're a big star!
Joey: Aw, come on! It'll be years before I forget you!