| TOW Phoebe's Husband |
| "Ok, you're whiney, you are, you're obessive, you are insecure, you're, you're gutless, you know, you don't ever, you don't just sort of seize the day, you know. You like me for what, a year, you didn't do anything about it. And, uh, oh, you wear too much of that gel in your hair"-Rachel Monica: Money is so impersonal. Cookies say someone really cares. All right, we're broke but cookies do say that. Phoebe: I can see that. A plate of brownies once told me a limerick. Chandler: Pheebs, let me ask you something. Were...were these "Funny" brownies? Phoebe: Not especially. But you know what, I think they had pot in them. Rachel: Oh gosh. Oh these are cookies smashed in the sports section! Monica: Oh look, and he did my crossword buzzle. Ross: Yeah, but not very well. Unless fourteen across--"Gershwin musical"-- actually is "Bite me bite me bite me bite me" Joey: I can't believe it's Christmas already, you know? I mean one day you're eatin' turkey, the next thing you know, your lords are a-leapin' and your geese are a-layin' Chandler: Why is why geese are so relaxed at this time of year. Chandler: You know, I remember my father, all dressed up in the red suit, the big black boots, and the patent leather belt, sneakin around downstairs. He didn't want anybody to see him, but he'd be so drunk so he'd stumble, crash into something, and wake everybody up. Rachel: Well that doesn't sound like a very merry Christmas. Chandler: Who said anything about Christmas? Monica: You guys haven't gotten your Christmas presents yet? Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, what are you gonna do? Chandler: Don't you have to be Claymation to say stuff like that? Rachel: Oh by the way, Mon, I don't think the mailman liked your cookies. Here are the ornaments your mom sent. Monica: Well, maybe the mailman liked the cookies, we just didn't give him enough. Joey: Monica, pigeons learn faster than you. "Hello grandma...if that is infact your real name"-Phoebe |