Phoebe: Tell him.
Monica: Just, please.
Rachel: Come on, shut up.
Chandler: Tell me what?
Monica: Look at you. You won't even look at him.
Chandler: Oh, c'mon, tell me. I could use another reason why women won't look at me.
Rachel: All right. All right. All right. Last night, I had a dream...that, uh, you and I...were
Phoebe: Doing it on this table.
Joey: Wow, excellent dream score.
Ross: Why would you dream that?
Chandler: More importantly...was I any good?
Rachel: Well, you were pretty damn any good.
Chandler: Interesting. 'Cause in my dreams, I'm surprisingly inadequate.
Rachel: Well, last night, you seemed to know your way around the table.
Ross: I love it when we share.
Chandler: You okay there?
Ross: I can't believe you two had sex in her dream.
Chandler: I'm sorry, it was a onetime thing. I was very drunk, and it was someone else's subconscious. Hello, Rachel.
Rachel: Get off.
Phoebe: Oh, oh, give me. Can you see me operating a drill press?
Joey: I don't know. What are you wearing?
Ross: Why would you want to operating a drill press?
Phoebe: Just for some short term work. You know, until I get back some of my massage clients.
Chandler: Pirates again?
Phoebe: No. Nothing like that. I'm just such a dummy. I taught this "Massage Yourself at Home" workshop. And they are.
Joey: Hey, hey, Chan, she could work for you.
Chandler: Thanks, Joey. That's a good idea.
Phoebe: I could. I could do it. What is it?
Chandler: Well, my secretary's gonna be out for a couple of weeks. She's having one of her boobs reduced. It's a whole big boob story.
Phoebe: I could be a secretary.
Chandler: Well, you know, Pheebs. I don't know if it's your kinda thing, because it involves a lot of being normal, for a large portion of the day.
Phoebe: I could do that.
Rachel: What’re you playing with?
Ross: Oh, it's My new beeper.
Joey: What the hell does a paleontologist need a beeper for?
Monica: Is it, like, for dinosaur emergencies? Help. Come quick. They're still extinct.
Ross: No. It's for when Carol goes into labor. She can get me wherever I am. All she has to do is dial 55JIMBO.
Chandler: A cool phone number and a possible name for the kid.
Monica: I'll see you guys later.
Rachel: Off to see young Ethan?
Monica: Thank you.
Joey: How young is young Ethan? Young?
Monica: He's our age.
Chandler: When we were....
Monica: OK, he's a senior in college.
Ross: College? Wow...
Joey: Rob that cradle.
Monica: He's smart, and, and mature, and grownup.
Ross: Mature and grownup, he's a big boy.
Chandler: And this manchild has no problem with how old you are?
Monica: No, of course not. It's not even an issue... 'cause I told him I was 22.
Monica: Oh, I can't pass for 22?
Phoebe: Well, maybe 25,26.
Monica: I am 26.
Phoebe: There you go.
Chandler: Can you hear that?
Chandler: See, that'll stop when you pick up the phone.
Phoebe: Oh, I'm on.
Phoebe: Mr. Bing's office. No, I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now.
Chandler: I'm not in a meeting. I'm...
Phoebe: Will he know what this is in reference to? And he has your number? I'll see that he gets the message. Byebye. Ross says hi. So fun. What do we do now?
Chandler: Well, now I actually have to get to work.
Phoebe: "Most likely." Okay, I'm gonna be out there. All right. Byebye.
Phoebe: Yes? What you doing?
Monica: Okay, windows are clean. Candles are lit. Belt's too tight. Gotta change the belt. Did I turn the fish? Nope, because I made lasagna. Am I out of control?
Rachel: Just a touch. Mon, I don't understand. You've been dating this guy since like...what, his midterms. Why, all of a sudden, are you so...?
Rachel: Could tonight be the night?
Monica: I don't know. Look, he's a great guy... and I love being with him. But, you know... things happen when they happen. You don't plan these things.
Rachel: So, did you shave your legs?
Joey: Would you let it go, Ross? It was just a dream. It doesn't mean...
Ross: Oh, This is it. Oh, my God. It's baby time!
Joey: Relax, relax, relax. Be cool, be cool.
Ross: Yeah, hi. I was just beeped. No, Andre is not here. Third time today. Yes, I am sure. No, sir. I do not perform those kind of services.
Joey: Services? Oh, services.
Ross: Yeah, you want 55JUMBO. Yeah, that's right. That's right. JUMBO with a "U," sir. No, believe me. You don't want me. Judging by his number, I'd be a huge disappointment. Alrighty, byebye.
Joey: Hey, hey. How was the first day?
Phoebe: Excellent. Everyone was so, so nice.
Chandler: See? It pays to know the man who wears my shoes. Me.
Phoebe: No, I didn't tell anybody that I knew you.
Chandler: Why not?
Phoebe: Well, because, you know... They don't like you.