Ross: You okay?
Phoebe: Yeah, I'm fine.
Ross: You wanna watch Laverne&Shirley?
Ross: Sorry. Hi. Sorry I'm late. Where's...where's Carol?
Susan: Stuck at school. Some parent-teacher thing.
Susan: You can go. I'll get the information.
Ross: No, no, I think I should stay. We should both know what's going on.
Susan: Oh, good. This will be fun.
Teacher: Alrighty. We're gonna start with some basic third stage breathing exercises. So, Mommies, why don't you get on your back. And coaches, you should be supporting Mommy's head.
Susan: What? What?
Ross: What? What?
Susan: I am supposed to be the mommy?
Ross: OK, I'm gonna play my sperm card one more time.
Susan: Look, I don't see why I should have to miss out on the coaching training just because I'm a woman.
Ross: I see. So what do you propose to do?
Susan: Yeah. I will flip you for it.
Ross: Flip me for it? No, no. Heads! Heads! Heads!
Susan: On your back, Mom!
Teacher: All right, mommies, take a nice, deep, cleansing breath. Good. Now imagine your vagina is opening like a flower.
Chandler: Mr. D! How's it going, sir?
Mr. Douglas: Uh, It's been better. The Annual Net Usage Statistics are in.
Mr. Douglas: It's pretty ugly. We haven't seen an ANUS this bad since the '70s.
Chandler: So what does this mean?
Mr. Douglas: Well, we are gonna be laying off people in every department.
Chandler: Hey, listen, I know I came in late last week. But I slept funny and my hair was very very...
Mr. Douglas: Not you. Relax.
Mr. Douglas: Ever have to fire anyone?
Chandler: No, but that's not a problem, sir. That's why my name's on the door. By the way do you know when I'm getting my name on the door?
Mr. Douglas: I don't know. I'll put it in the thing.
Chandler: It's OK. So, uh, who is it gonna be? Nina! Nina. Nina. Nina.
Nina: Are you okay?
Chandler: Yes. Yes, I am.
Chandler: Listen, the reason that I called you in here today was.... Please don't hate me.
Chandler: Would you like to have dinner sometime?
Rachel: So, Pheebs, what do you want for your birthday?
Phoebe: Well, what I really want is for my mom to be alive and enjoy it with me.
Rachel: Okay. Let me put it this way. Anything from Crabtree & Evelyn?
好吧。我这么说吧，想不想要Crabtree & Evelyn的产品？
Phoebe: Ooh! Bath salts would be nice!
Rachel: Oh. Okay! Good.
Jamie: What is this place?
Fran: Look, you're cold, I have to pee and there's a cup of coffee on the window. How bad could it be?
Jamie: I think we have an answer.
Fran: What's she doing here?
Jamie: This could be God's way of telling us to eat at home.
Fran: Think she got fired at Riff's?
Jamie: No, no, no. We were there last night. She kept bringing swordfish. Are you gonna go to the...?
Fran: I'm gonna wait till we order. It's her, right.
Jamie: It looks like her. Um, excuse me?
Jamie: Hi, it's us!
Phoebe: Right. And it's me!
Jamie: So, so you're here too.
Phoebe: Much as you are.
Jamie: Your turn.
Fran: We know what we want.
Phoebe: Oh, that's good.
Jamie: All we want is two cafe lattes.
Fran: And some biscotti cookies.
Phoebe: Good choice.
Jamie: It's definitely her.
Monica: I can't believe you. You still haven't told that girl she doesn't have a job yet?
Chandler: Well, you haven't taken down the Christmas lights.
Monica: Congratulations. I think you've found the world's thinnest argument.
Chandler: I'm just trying to find the right moment, you know?
Rachel: Oh, well, that shouldn't be so hard, now that you're dating. "Sweetheart, you're fired, but how about a quickie before I go to work?"
Chandler: You know once you're inside, you don't have to knock anymore.
Monica: I'll get it. Oh, Hi, Mr. Heckles.
Mr. Heckles: You're doing it again.
Monica: Doing what? We're not doing anything. We're sitting around talking, quietly.
Mr. Heckles: I can hear you through the ceiling. My cats can't sleep.
Rachel: You don't even have cats.
Mr. Heckles: I could have cats.
Monica: Goodbye, Mr. Heckles.
Rachel: We'll try to keep it down.
Joey: Phoebe, could you do me a favor? Could you try this on? I just wanna make sure it fits.
Phoebe: Oh, my first birthday present! Oh! This is really...
Joey: Oh, no, no. It's for Ursula. I just figured, you know, sizewise....
Phoebe: Oh, sure, yeah. Okay, it fits.
Rachel: Are you seeing her again tonight?
Joey: Yep, Ice Capades.
Chandler: Wow, this is serious. I've never known you to pay for any kind of "capade."
Joey: I don't know. I like her. You know? She's different. There's, um, something about her...
Phoebe: That you like. We get it. You like her. Great!
Joey: Hey, Phoebe, I asked you and you said it was okay.
Phoebe: All right, well maybe now it's not okay.
Joey: Okay. Well maybe now I'm not okay with it not being okay.
Chandler: Knit, good woman, knit, knit! And that's the Chrysler Building right there.
Mr. Douglas: Nina!
Nina: Mr. Douglas. Cool tie.
Mr. Douglas: She's still here.
Chandler: Yes, yes, she is. Didn't I memo you on this? See, after I let her go, uh, I got a call from her psychiatrist, Dr. Fl...Dr. Flennan, Dr. Flynn. And he informed me that she took the news rather badly. In fact, he mentioned the word "frenzy."
Mr. Douglas: You're kidding! She seems so...
Chandler: Oh, no, no. Nina? She's whoowhoowhoowhoo.
Chandler: In fact, if you asked her right now, she would have no recollection of being fired at all, none at all.
Mr. Douglas: That's unbelievable.
Chandler: And yet believable.
Chandler: So I decided not to fire her again until I can be assured that she will be no threat to herself or others.
Mr. Douglas: I see. I guess you never really know what's goin' on inside a person's head.
Chandler: Well, I guess that's why they call it psychology, sir.