The One Where Rosita Dies
Rachel: Stevie the TV?
Joey: Is there a problem?
Phoebe: It'll probably be better than the last telephone job I had, y'know, I probably won't have to say "spank" as much.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, like you never called.
Earl: I've been working for ten years now at this meaningless dead-end job and nobody here even knows that I exist.
Joey: I'll take her down to the incinerator. It's gonna be so sad... and kinda cool.
Joey: Get your non-believer ass out of my chair!
Monica: If you say the words "medical marvel" I'm going to Easy-Bake your head.
Monica: What's this?
Jack: It's the key to my Porsche... well, the key to your Porsche.
Jack: I've been thinking of getting rid of it, and I was driving it the other day and I saw my refelction in a store window. Your mother's right, I do look like an ass.
Monica: Are you kidding? I get a Porsche and the barcalounger's gone? This is the best day ever!
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