Friends Season 3 Episode 10 : The one Where Rachel Quits.
Chandler: Eh...I don't, I don't know.
Chandler: Well, as old as he is in dog years, do you think Snoopy should still be allowed to fly this thing?
Gunther: You remember when you first came here, how you spent two weeks getting trained by another waitress?
Rachel: Oh, sure! Do you need me to train somebody new?
Gunther: Good one. Actually, ah, Terry wants you to take the training again, whenever.
Rachel: Eh, do you believe that?
Sarah: So that's two boxes of the Holiday Macaroons. On behalf of the Brown Birds of America, I salute you.
Ross: Just admit it Chandler, you have no backhand.
Chandler: Excuse me little one, I have a very solid backhand.
Ross: Shielding your face and shrieking like a girl...is not a backhand.
Chandler: I was shrieking...like a Marine.
Ross: All right here. Watch me execute the three 'P's of championship play. Power. Precision. and panache.
Monica: You broke a little girl's leg? !
Ross: I know. I feel horrible. Ok?
Chandler: Says here that a Muppet got whacked on Sesame Street last night. Where exactly were you around ten-ish?
Ross: Well, I'm gonna go see her. I wanna bring her something, what do you think she'd like?
Monica: Maybe a Hello Kitty doll, the ability to walk?
Rachel: I'm gonna get back to retraining.
Ross: All right, see you guys.
Chandler: Look out kids, he's coming!
Joey: And I gotta go sell some Christmas trees.
Phoebe: Have fun. Oh wait, no, don't! I forgot I am totally against that now.
Joey: What? Me, having a job?
Phoebe: No, no, I am against innocent trees being cut down in their prime, and their, their corpses grotesquely dressed in, like, tinsel and twinkly lights. Hey, how do you sleep at night?
Joey: Well, I’m pretty tired from lugging the trees around.
Joey: Hey, Phoebe, listen, you got this all wrong. Those trees were born to be Christmas trees, they're fulfilling their life purpose, by, by making people happy.
Chandler: Yes. Yes, and ah, ah, the trees are happy too, because for most of them, it's their only chance to see New York.
Gunther: and after you've delivered the drinks, you take the empty tray...
Rachel: Gunther, Gunther, please, I've worked here for two and a half years, I know the empty trays go over there.
Gunther: What if you put them here.
Rachel: Huh. Well, you know, that's actually really a good idea, because that way they'll be closer to the mugs. You know what, you should have the other waitresses do that too.
Gunther: They already do. That's why they call it the 'tray spot.'
Rachel: Geez, I always heard them talk about that, I sorta just thought that it was a club they went to. Oh God, I'm, I'm sorry.
Gunther: It's all right. Sweetheart.
Ross: So, this must be kinda neat for ya, huh? I mean, your Dad tells me that you get a couple of days off school, and you, you ah, don't have to sell those cookies anymore.
Sarah: Well, I kinda wanted to sell the cookies. The girl who sells the most wins a trip to space camp, and gets to sit in a real space shuttle.
Ross: Wow, you ah, you really like all this space stuff, huh?
Sarah: Yeah. My Dad says if I spend as much time helping him clean apartments as I do daydreaming about outer space, he'd be able to afford a trip to the Taj Mahal.
Ross: I think you'd have to clean a whole lot of apartments to go all the way to India.
Sarah: No. The one in Atlantic City, Dad loves the slots. He says he's gonna double the college money my grandma left me.
Ross: Huh. Well, good luck to Dad. Say, how many more boxes would you have to sell in order to win?
Sarah: The girl who won last year sold four hundred and seventy five. Yeah.
Sarah: So far, I've sold seventy five.
Ross: Four hundred, huh? Well, that sounds doable. How much are the boxes?
Sarah: Five dollars a box.
Ross: And what is second prize?
Sarah: A ten speed bike. But, I'd rather have something my Dad couldn't sell.
Ross: Well, that makes sense.
Sarah: Could you do me one favor, if it's not too much trouble?
Ross: Yeah, Sarah, anything.
Sarah: Could you pull the curtains open for me? The astronauts from the space shuttle are gonna be on the news, and since we don't have a TV, the lady across the alley said she'd push hers up to a window, so I could watch it.
Ross: Yeah, hi, I'm selling Brown Bird cookies.
Woman: You're no Brown Bird, I can see you through my peephole.
Ross: Um, no, hi, I'm, I'm an honorary Brown Bird.
Woman: What's that mean?
Ross: Ah, well, it means that I can sell cookies, but I'm not invited to sleep overs.
Woman: I can dial 9 11 at the press of a button, you know. Now, go away!
Ross: Please, please, um, it's for a poor little girl who wants to go to space camp more than anything in the world.
Woman: I'm pressing, a policeman is on his way.
Ross: Ok, ok! I'm going. I'm going.
Woman: I can still see you!
Ross: All right! !