— I gotta get to work. I got a big dinosaur bone to inspect.
— No, that's me.
— Oh, right.
— Shielding your face and shrieking like a girl... is not a backhand.
— I was shrieking... like a Marine.
— Ben just said hi!
— What?
— Ben just said hi!
— What, the word "hi"?
— No, my Uncle Hi.
— I wonder if I did the right thing, giving him away.
— Ross, you had to. He was humping everything in sight. I mean, I have a Malibu Barbie who will no longer be wearing white to her wedding.
No. No, don't! Stop cleansing my aura. Just leave my aura alone, okay? I'll be fine. All right? Really.
— The door's closed. I can't see anything with the door closed.
— And the inventor of the door rests happily in his grave.
Monica Geller: — Let it go. It's not a big deal.
Ross Geller: — Not a big deal? It's amazing. You reach in, there's one maneuver and bam! A bra. Right out the sleeve. As far as I know, guys don't do anything that comes close. Right?
Rachel Green: — Come on! You guys can pee standing up.
Chandler Bing: — We can? Okay, I'm trying that.
— I can ask her to live with me.
— Are you serious?
— Why not? I mean, why not?
— You've only known her six weeks! I've got a carton of milk in my fridge I've had a longer relationship with.
— "Heating device."
— Radiator.
— Five letters.
— "Rdtor."
— Hey, what's with you?
— I just grabbed a spoon.
— And the fabric softener?
— Okay, now what is wrong with my Snuggles? What? It says I'm a sensitive, warm kind of guy.