Phoebe: Hey, you can do this. It's just like pulling off a Band-aid. Okay, just do it really fast, and then the wound is exposed. Go! Go!
Chandler: Janice. Hi, Janice. Okay, here we go. I don't think we should go out anymore. Janice.
Janice: All right. Well, there you go. Stop it, stop it, stop it.
Chandler: This isn't about you.
Janice: I know! This is not about me. This is totally about your fear of commitment.
Chandler: I'm not afraid of commitment. I don't have a fear commitment.
Janice: Oh, please.
Chandler: I don't!
Janice: Oh, please.
Chandler: I don't! I'm ready to commit anytime.
Rachel: Okay, I know this is gonna sound really stupid, ...but I feel, I feel that if I can do this...You know, if I can actually do my own laundry...there isn't anything I can't do.
Ross: That does not sound stupid to me. The first time I had to make dinner for myself after Carol left me. I'm sorry, that's all the time we have. Next on Ross....
Rachel: What uhoh?
Ross: Uhoh.... Uhoh, the laundry's done.
It's a song. The laundry song that we sing. Uhoh! The laundry's done.
Rachel: Ross, what's the matter?
Ross: Nothing, nothing. Leelo, the laundry's done.
Ross: All right, all right, it's just that you left a red sock in with all your whites, and now, everything's kinda pink.
Rachel: Oh, everything's pink?
Ross: Yeah, uh, except for the red sock, which is still red. I'm sorry, please don't be upset, it could happen to anyone.
Rachel: Oh, but it didn't. It happened to me. God, I'm gonna look like a big Marshmallow Peep! What am I doing? What am I doing? My father's right! I can't live on my own. I can't even do laundry!
Monica: Something went wrong with Underdog, and they couldn't get his head to inflate. So anyway...um...his head is flopping down Broadway, right? And I'm just thinking...how inappropriate this is. Um, Okay, I've got something in my eye, uh, Joey, could we check it in the light, please? Oh, my God!
Monica: Hello! Were we at the same table? It's like...cocktails in Appalachia.
Joey: Come on. They're close.
Monica: Close? She's got her tongue's in his ear.
Joey: Oh, like you've never gotten a little rambunctious with Ross.
Monica: Joey, this is sick, it's disgusting, it's, it's... not really true, is it?
Joey: Well, who's to say what's true? I mean...
Monica: Oh my god, what were you thinking?
Joey: All right, look, l'm not proud of this, Okay? Well, maybe I am a little.
Monica: l'm out of here!
Joey: Wait! Wait! Wait! Come on! You like him. I want her. He likes you.
Joey: Yeah. Listen, I'm thinking, if we put our heads together, between the two of us......we can break them up.
Monica: I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did this. I just couldn't stop laughing at your Norman Mailer story.
Joey: Uh, waiter, one more plate of chicken wings over here.
Chandler: Here's the thing, Janice. You know, I mean, it's like we're different. You know, I'm like the bing, bing, bing. You're like the boom, boom, boom. Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?
Janice: Ow. Um, it's just my lens. It's just my lens. I'll be right... I'll be right back. OW...
Chandler: I hit her in the eye! I hit her in the eye! This is the worst breakup in the history of the world.
Phoebe: Oh my god. Hey, how many of those have you had?
Chandler: Oh, I don't know, a million?
Phoebe: Chandler, easy, easy. Go to your happy place. La la la la la la la.
Chandler: I'm fine, I'm fine.
Phoebe: All right.
Chandler: I'm not fine. Here she comes.
Phoebe: Wait here, Okay? Breathe.
Chandler: How do you do that?
Phoebe: It's like a gift.
Chandler: We should always always break up together.
Phoebe: Oh, I'd like that.
Ross: You got the clothes clean. Now that's the important part.
Rachel: Oh, I guess. Except everything looks like jammies now. Whoa, I'm sorry. Excuse me. We had this cart.
Woman: Yeah, well, I had a 24inch waist. You lose things. Now, come on. Get out of my way.
Rachel: I'm sorry, you know, maybe I wasn't being clear. Uh, this is our cart.
Woman: Hey, hey, hey, there weren't any clothes in it!
Rachel: Hey, hey, hey, hey, quit making up rules!
Woman: Let go! Come on, it's my cart. –
Rachel: All right, all right, listen, Missy. If you want this cart, you're gonna have to take me with it!
Rachel: Yes! Did you see that?
Ross: You were incredible! A brand new woman, ladies and gentlemen. I could not have done this without you.
Ross: Okay, um, uh, more clothes in the dryer? I'm fine. I'm fine.
Rachel: Are you sure you're okay?
Rachel: Does it still hurt?
Phoebe: What a neat idea. All your clothes match. I'm gonna do this.
Phoebe: Hey, how'd it go?
Monica: We ripped that couple apart, and kept the pieces for ourselves.
Ross: What a beautiful story. Hey, I'm fine, by the way.
Monica: Oh, I'm sorry.
Rachel: Where's Chandler?
Phoebe: Oh, he needed some time to grieve.
Chandler: I'm free! I'm free!
Phoebe: That oughta do it.