I can’t get enough of this show.
“Hi. I’m Chandler. Could I BE wearing anymore clothes?!”
Ross: Chandler entered a Vanilla Ice look-alike contest and *won*!
Chandler: Ross came fourth and cried!
Phoebe: Hey. Why isn’t it Spidermen? You know, like Goldmen, Silvermen.
Chandler: Because, it… it’s not his last name.
Phoebe: It isn’t?
Chandler: No. It’s not like Phil Spidermen. He’s a spider *man*. You know, like Goldmen is a last name but there’s no gold man.
Phoebe: Oh, oh okay…
Phoebe: There should *be* a gold man!
Chandler: The only way I would’ve said six would have been if I had said, “Let’s meet at seven, not at six.”
Monica: The only way I would’ve said seven, would have been if I had said, ‘Wow, my boyfriend is such a wiseass… Seven!’
I wish they were real. I wish they would never age and keep the show going forever. I wish Matthew Perry was my neighbor and he had to come over for eggs or practice his one liners. I am an excellent sounding board.
Chandler: You can’t come in.
Monica: Why not?
Chandler: Because, uh, Ross is naked.
Chandler: Well, I couldn’t tell her *I* was naked. She’s allowed to see me naked.
Ross: Why does *anyone* have to be naked?