The One With Rachel's Other Sister
Joey: Man, those horses can crap.
Rachel: Oh, Emma, this is your first Thanksgiving. What are you thankful for? Mommy's boobies?
Ross: A lot of people are thankful for those.
Rachel: I had a baby.
Amy: I decorated dad's office.
Rachel: Ah, yeah? Well, unless you pushed a desk out of your vagina, not the same thing.
Monica: Careful. Careful. Careful!
Chandler: I'll tell you what. For the rest of our lives, I'll be careful until told otherwise.
Amy: Oh, she's precious. Do you ever worry that she's gonna get your real nose?
Rachel: Amy! Huh.... Yes I do, I really do.
Ross: A PhD is just as good as an MD.
Rachel: Oh, sure, Ross, yeah. If I have a heart attack at a restaurant I want you there with your fossil brush.
Rachel: I would like to invite Amy to Thanksgiving.
Ross: Y'know, I think that's a great idea. It'll be like the Pilgrims bringing the Indians syphillis.
Monica: Just to be clear: comedy with the plates will not be well-received.
Monica: Emma is the product of a bottle of Merlot and a five-year-old condom.
Chandler: If I die, you don't get Joey.
Rachel: What career?
Amy: Um, I'm a decorator.
Rachel: You decorate dad's office and now you're a decorator? Okay, I went to the zoo yesterday, now I'm a koala bear.
Amy: You know what I cannot believe? That my so-called sister gets a 30% discount from Ralph Lauren and I still have to pay retail.
Rachel: Ah ha ha! It's 45.
Amy: You, bitch.
Ross: So, now do I get Joey?
Chandler: Okay, but you should know he eats five times a day and shoves pennies up his nose.
Monica: Oh my God, I've lost the will to scold.
Joey: Thanks for teaching me how to lie, Phoebe.
Phoebe: No problem. Next week, stealing.
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