Rachel: Oh my God, you drew on me?
Ross: Hey, you wet my pants!
Phoebe: Whoa! What kind of party was this?

Rachel (on the phone): Hello, Vegas? Yeah, we would like some more alcohol. And you know what else? We would like some more beers. Hello? Oh, I forgot to dial!

Joey: Hey Rach, how you doin'?
Rachel: I'm doin' good, baby. How you doin'?
Joey: Ross, don't let her drink anymore!

Monica: I can't get married until I get something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.
Chandler: Okay, okay... all right, all right! Okay! Here's something... here's something blue and new.
Monica: You're so efficient! I love you!
Chandler: Let's go!
Monica: No, no, no! Wait! We need something old!
Chandler: Oh, okay... I have condom in my wallet that I've had since I was twelve.
Monica: That'll work!
Chandler: I don't think so.