— Well, then, Bobo, I figured out what's causing the fainting.
— Men don't faint. We take unintended, decisive naps.
The only thing complicated between me and him would be unhooking my bra strap.
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.
We're both men. One of us more than the other. But that's OK...
— Well at least I went down like a man.
You look like a Malaysian transsexual.
Equally important will find nice sensible boyfriend to go out with and not continue to form romantic attachments to any of the following alcoholics, workaholics, commitment-phobics, peepingtoms, megalomaniacs, emotional fuck wits, or perverts. And especially will not fantasize about a particular person who embodies all this things.
— What are you looking for? Who's your perfect guy?
— Well, first of all, he's too humble to know he's perfect.
— That's me.
— He's intelligent, supportive, funny...
— Intelligent, supportive, funny. Me, me, me.
— He's romantic and courageous.
— Me also.
— He's got a good body but he doesn't have to look in the mirror every two minutes.
— I have a great body, and sometimes I go months without looking.
— He's kind, sensitive and gentle. He's not afraid to cry in front of me.
— This is a man we're talking about, right?
— He likes animals, children, and he'll change poopy diapers.
— Does he have to use the word «poopy»?
— Oh, and he plays an instrument, and he loves his mother.
— I am really close on this one. Really, really close.
— You...
— Darling, why are you crying?
— I... I'm not crying! I'm drooling! My eyes are drooling!
