Joey: Hey, Rach, listen. I was thinking, uh, I'm gonna have an extra room over at my place...
Rachel: Oh, that's true.
Joey: Yeah, why don't you move in with me? It'll be great! We could stay up late, watch movies... and you know about Naked Thursdays, right?
Rachel: Yeah... yeah I think I'm gonna find my own place.
Chandler: Hey, hey! I thought Naked Thursday was just our thing, man!

Ross: It was a hug!
Phoebe: Okay, just tell me this: Did you or did you not smell her hair?
Ross: Smell her hair? What if I did?
Phoebe: Ninety percent of a women's pheromones come out the top of her head! That's why... that's why women are shorter. So that men will fall in love when they hug them! Come on Ross, you're a scientist!

Phoebe: But just be careful, all right? Rachel's not in the same place you are.
Ross: If the place you are referring too is being in love, then she is in the same place as me because I am not in that place!
Phoebe: Okay, I didn't understand that, but you know, maybe that's because you were speaking the secret language of love!

Rachel: It's just... there is nothing! The city's full!
Phoebe: Wait, no, look at this! "Two bedroom, two bath, must be non-smoker, Satan worshippers okay..." Oh yeah, but it's on the ground floor.

Phoebe (singing): I found you in my bed!
How'd you wind up there?
You are a mystery,
Little black curly hair!
Little black curly hair!
Little black, little black,
Little black, little black,
Little black curly hair!

Phoebe: Now, if you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.

Joey: It's okay. I mean look, Rach, I know I scared you off with that whole Naked Thursdays thing, but we don't have to do that.
Rachel: Well, it would be easier to move just right across the hall. Wait a minute. Unless you're thinking about Naked Wednesdays!
Joey: Thursday's clearly not good for you, pick a day!

Joey: Okay now, before I make my final decision I, uh, I just want to make sure our personalities match, okay? So I made up a little test. Now, I'm gonna say a word and then you say the first thing that comes to mind.
The Potential Roommate: I can do that.
Joey: Okay! Here we go. Pillow.
The Potential Roommate: Fight.
Joey: Very good! Okay. G.
The Potential Roommate: String?
Joey: Excellent! Okay um, doggy.
The Potential Roommate: Kitten?
Joey: Oh, sorry! No, no, no. So close though, but... bye-bye!