The One With the Male Nanny
Monica: Not just Health Department clean, Monica clean.
Joey: If you were bigger, you'd hit me, huh?
David: This thing that I'm looking at? Wow.
Phoebe: Oh, God, it's David. David's here. He's just... he's so irresistible.
Monica: Really? The scientist guy?
Phoebe: Really? Chandler?
Ross: Yeah, kids say all kinds of crap.
Ross: What kind of job is that for a man? A nanny? It's like if a woman wanted to be...
David: Are you happy with this guy?
Phoebe: I am happy.
David: Damnit. I'm sorry, I don't mean that, I want you to be happy. But only with me. No, that's not fair. Ah, who cares? Leave him. No, I don't mean that. Yes, I do.
Ross: What kind of a guy makes delicate French cookies? Huh? They're not even butch manly cookies with... y'know, with chunks.
Joey: That's like a woman wantin' to be a...
Ross: A what? A what? What's the end of that sentece?
Monica: Yes, what is the end of that sentence?
Joey: Ummm... a penis model.
Chandler: So, those were pity laughs? Pity laughs!
Monica: You're different funny. I mean, you're more sarcastic, and, well, he does bits, and impressions, and limericks...
Chandler: I do limericks. Uh, there once was a man named Chandler, whose wife made him die inside.
Mike: Did you, uh...?
Phoebe: No, no.
Mike: Kiss him?
Phoebe: Oh, well, yeah.
Monica: Last night, he had me laughing so hard, I swear, a little pee came out.
Rachel: I can't watch. It's like firing Elmo.
Chandler: Well, I'm off to Tulsa, so if your maitre d' friend has any funny Oklahoma jokes, tell him to email me at www.hahanotsomuch.com.
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