Chandler: No, I don't want to tell anybody else because I don't want Monica to find out.
Phoebe: You told me.
Chandler: Well, that's because I trust you, you're one of my best friends, and you walked in on me when I was looking at ring brochures.
Phoebe: Yeah, well, once again not knocking pays off. I only wish you hadn't been on the toilet.
Chandler: Me too.

Phoebe: So how are things going with Paul?
Rachel: Good. Although y'know, he-he's a private guy. Y'know, I wish I could get him to open up a little bit, share some feelings.
Phoebe: That's easy! You just have to think of him as a... as a jar of pickles that won't open.
Rachel: So what are you saying? I should run him under some hot water and bang his head against a table?
Phoebe: No, that's what you do when you want to get the truth out of someone.

Phoebe: Chandler, I will handle this! [To the jeweler] How much is it?
Jeweler: 8,600.
Phoebe: We will give you ten dollars.
Jeweler: Are you interested in this ring?
Chandler: Yes! Yes, but I can only pay $8,000.
Jeweler: Okay, I can let it go at eight.
Phoebe: We stand firm at ten dollars.

Phoebe: Listen, I'm sorry about before. Do you have anything here for ten dollars?
Jeweler: Uh, yes, I have these two rather beautiful $5 bills.
Phoebe: I'll give you one dollar for them.

Phoebe: There he is!
Chandler: Okay! And he hasn't proposed yet because she has no ring on her finger.
Phoebe: Wow! You're good! After this, we should solve crimes.