— Darn it, we're all out of milk.
— Chandler, will you fill me up here?
— I knew it. I knew it. I always knew she liked him. She'd say no, but here we are, right? We just broke up, first thing she does.
— You didn't just break up.
— Hey, it's been, like, three weeks.
— You slept with somebody three hours after you thought you broke up. I mean, bullets have left guns slower.
— Are you all right?
— It's just us getting along is difficult for him... because he doesn't like me.
— Come on. That's... It's true.
Phoebe Buffay: — If I were omnipotent for a day, I would want world peace... no hunger, good things for the rain forest. And bigger boobs.
Ross Geller: — Well, see, you took mine. What about you?
Chandler Bing: — If I were omnipotent for a day, I'd make myself omnipotent forever.
Rachel Green: — There's always one guy. "lf I had a wish, I'd wish for three more wishes."
— Welcome back to the world. Grab a spoon.
— I honestly don't know if I'm hungry or horny.
— Then stay out of my freezer.
— I heard that.
— Well, I said it loud.
— Okay, listen. I'm sorry about last night. I really want to make it up to you.
— No. You know, there's no need to make it up... How?
Rachel Green: — Now, how come you guys have never played poker with us?
Phoebe Buffay: — Yeah, what is that? Like some kind of sexist guy thing? It's poker, so only guys can play?
Ross Geller: — No. Women can play.
Phoebe Buffay: — Then, what is it? Some kind of, like, some kind of, you know... All right, what is it?
— Repeat after me.
— I, Ross.
— Take thee, Emily.
— Take thee, Rachel...