Ross: No divorces in '99! [blows a party horn]
Rachel: But your divorce hasn't been finalized yet.
Ross: Just the one divorce in '99! [blows the party horn again] You know what, I'm going to be happy this year. I am going to make myself happy.
Chandler: Do you want us to leave the room?
Ross: I am going to do one thing that I have never done before. That, my friends, is my New Year's resolution.
Phoebe: Ohh... that's a good one. Mine is to pilot a commercial jet.
Chandler: That's a good one too, Pheebs. Now all you have to find is a planeload of people whose New Year's resolution is to plummet to their deaths.

Ross: Okay, then. Here we go. Magic 8-Ball, should I never see Rachel again? "Ask again later." Later is not good enough! "Ask again later." What the hell! This is broken! It... it is broken!
Monica: All right, let me see. Will Chandler have sex tonight? "Don't count on it." Seems like it works to me.

Ross: Someone at work ate my sandwich!
Chandler: Well, what did the police say?
Ross: My Thanksgiving leftover sandwich! I can't believe someone ate it!
Chandler: It's just a sandwich!
Ross: Just a sandwich? I'm 30 years old, I'm going to be divorced twice and I just got evicted! That sandwich was the only good thing going on in my life! SOMEONE ATE THE ONLY GOOD THING GOING ON IN MY LIFE! [pauses]
Monica: I have enough stuff for one more sandwich. I was going to eat it myself, but...
Ross: That would be incredible! Thank you so much! I still can't believe someone ate it!! I left a note!
Chandler: [reading the note] "Knock-knock." "Who's there?" "Ross Geller's lunch." "'Ross Geller's lunch' who?" "Ross Geller's lunch; please don't take me, ok?"
Joey: I'm surprised you didn't go home wearing your lunch!
Phoebe: You want to hold on to your food, you have to scare people off. I learned that living on the street.
Ross: Really? So what would you say? 'Keep your mitts off my grub'?
Chandler: Ross, when you picture Phoebe living on the street, is she surrounded by the entire cast of Annie?
Phoebe: [writing a note] This will keep them away from your stuff!
[Everyone sees the note and gasps]
Monica: Phoebe, you are a bad-ass!
Phoebe: Someday I'll tell you about the time I stabbed a cop!
Monica: Phoebe!
Phoebe: HE STABBED ME FIRST!!

[After Ross and Emily's disastrous reception.]
Joey: You know, I think that went well.
Chandler: It could've been worse; he could have shot her.

[Outfitting him for a role, Rachel encourages Joey to carry a unisex leather bag.]
Joey: But it is odd how a woman's purse looks so good on me, a man!
Rachel: Exactly! Unisex!
Joey: Tch! Maybe you need sex. I had sex a couple days ago.
Rachel: No, no, Joey! U-N-I-sex.
Joey: Well! Ain't gonna say "no" to that!

[Phoebe is giving Joey guitar lessons.]
Phoebe: You're questioning my methods.
Joey: I'm not questioning it, Phoebe, I'm saying it's stupid.

[Phoebe is talking about the literature class she's taking.]
Phoebe: Yeah, well, I really liked that Lamaze class I took! You know, I just thought this time I'd go for something, you know, a little more intellectual... with a less painful final exam.

[Rachel comes in with a cat.]
Rachel: check it out!
Ross: what... what is that?
Joey: what the hell is that?
Rachel: it's a cat
Joey: that is not at cat
Rachel: yes, it is
Ross: why is it inside out?

[Ross and Joey talk during a game of catch.]
Ross: They found a Paleozoic amphibian in the jaws of a Mesozoic mastodon! How did it get there?
Joey: Maybe this should be more of a quiet game.

[The duck walks by.]
Chandler [angrily]: Oh, oh, I'm a duck. I go quack-quack. I'm happy all the time.

[The group struggles to move the couch up the stairs.]
Ross: Pivot. Pivot! PIVAT! PIVAAAAT!
Chandler: SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UUUUP!