— Have you told him how you feel?
— Yes. Not out loud.
— Look what we almost left!
— That's not mine.
— Look what we almost took!
— Oh, my God! Something brushed up against my right leg.
— What?
— Oh, it's okay. It was just my left leg.
— "Heating device."
— Radiator.
— Five letters.
— "Rdtor."
— You don't believe in gravity?
— Well, it's not so much that, you know, I don't believe in it. Lately I get the feeling that... I'm not so much being pulled down as I am being pushed.
— Phoebe? Do you have a plan?
— I don't even have a "pla."
— Has anybody seen my engagement ring?
— Yeah, it's beautiful.
— Um, you got a minute?
— Um, yeah, I'm just working.
— You guys? Do you know anything about chicks?
— Fowl? No. Women? No.
A stripper at a bachelor party. That is so cliche. Why don't you guys get a magician?