Phoebe: I'm going out with Eric! Oh, this day is really going to be so much better than I thought it was going to be. Oh, Ross, I can't make lunch.

Ross: You're moving?
Rachel: Yeah. I can't live with Joey once the baby comes. I don't want my child's first words to be, "How you doin'?"

Phoebe: No, don't tear out your eyes!
Eric: I was just going to take out my lenses.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, try that. So, is that better?
Eric: Not really. You're blurry, but you still look like Ursula. You're Blursula.

Phoebe: What sex?
Eric: Our sex.
Phoebe: We didnt' have sex.
Eric: Well, if I didn't have sex with you, I had sex with someone who looked an awful lot like...
Phoebe: Ew, ew!

Phoebe: So I guess this is it.
Eric: Yeah. Maybe it's for the best. You smell just like her.
Phoebe: Yeah, so do you.

Joey: And, uh, oh look, here's a baby monitor, which, until the baby comes, we can use as walkie-talkies!
Rachel: Oh, you're so sweet! Oh my God, and you gave the baby Hugsie! [Joey's stuffed toy Penquin].
Joey: Uh... that, that, that's really just to show were the baby would go. You know what? Why don't I hold on to him to there's no confusion. Okay?