Phoebe Buffay

I need to live in a land where people can spill!

- What? - Okay, enough with the third degree!

- You don't play the oboe. - I could play the oboe.

Oh, honey. It's not your fault, you know. This is who you are.

Wow, it's like a dirty math problem.

Cute Naked Guy's starting to put on weight.

I would have, but I had a spaghetti stain on the other side.

I don't live here anymore.

...because I got a dot of ink on one of the sofa cushions?

I didn't know how to tell you. But, you know, everybody else knows.

Everybody knows?

She doesn't know you sneak out every night...

You didn't leave lipstick marks on the phone.

Oh, no!

I can't believe this is happening again.

Just taking it to get rewired.

MONICA: Ross...

Then I'm gonna have to ask you to keep it down.

Oh, no! Why?

And I love you. And I want us to be friends.

And if I stay here, I don't see that happening.

- I love you too. - Good.

No, no. Mr. Heckles, no one is making any noise up here.

Monica, do you know I couldn't sleep for a month...

...and that you've been at your grandmother's for a week.