The One With the Rumor
Monica: He looks go-od. Okay, I mean, like really, really gorgeous.
Monica: I still love Chandler.
Joey: It wouldn't hurt for you to say it once in awhile.
Phoebe: Turkeys are beautiful intelligent animals.
Joey: No, they're not. They're ugly and stupid and delicious.
Joey: Thanksgiving with no turkey is like... like Fourth of July with no apple pie... or... or Friday with no two pizzas.
Phoebe: How's the game?
Chandler: I have no idea.
Chandler: Yeah, I'm just pretending to watch the game so I don't have to help out with stuff.
Phoebe: I don't believe you. That is brilliant!
Chandler: I'd shake your hand, but I'm really into the game... plus I think it'd be better for my ego if we didn't stand right next to eachother.
Chandler: I'm watching the game but I'm not deaf.
Will: I'm a commodities broker.
Ross: Really? That sounds interesting.
Will: Yeah, it's not. But I'm rich and thin.
Will: Look at her standing there with those yams. My two greatest enemies, Ross, Rachel Green and complex carbohydrates.
Joey: How big is that?
Monica: About nineteen pounds.
Joey: That's like me when I was born.
Chandler: You were the hermaphrodite cheerleader from Long Island?
Joey: You are my Everest.
Monica: She put you on the map.
Ross: As a romancer of the elderly.
Joey: Here come the meat sweats.
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