Pheobe: "Stop being so testosteroney!"
Chandler: "Which, by the way, is the real San Francisco treat."
Joey: "Let me get this straight. He got you to beg to sleep with him, he got you to say he never has to call you again, and he got you thinking this was a great idea?"
Pheobe: "Mm...hmm."
Joey: "This man is my god!"
Monica: "No, I want you to have a job that you love. Not statistical analysis and data reconfiguration."
Chandler: "I quit, and you learn what I do?"
Joey: "They shouldn't be having S-E-X around the B-A-B-I-E!"
Chandler: "Ross? You're dating someone named Miss Hornswaggle? What, is she a character from Fraggle Rock?" (There's more to that quote, but you know the episode.)
Ross: "According to Chandler, what phenomenon scares the bejesus out of him?"
Monica: "Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance."
Ross: "That is correct."
Joey: "The Irish jig guy?"
Chandler: "His legs flail about as if independent from his body!"
(I don't know why, but this always makes me think of "Agony" from Into the Woods...)
Chandler: "Condoms?"
Joey: "Hey, you don't know how long we could be in here. We may have to repopulate the entire world."
Chandler: "And condoms are the way to do that?"
Okay, that's enough for now...
Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our fingers through the flame?
Why do we leave our hands on the stove, although we know we're in for some pain?
-tick...tick...BOOM!