Friends

Rachel: Did we speak on the phone last night? Did you call me? Ross: No, I stayed at Julie's last night. Actually, I haven't even been home yet. Do you mind if I check my messages? Rachel: Oh, yeah, go ahead. Ross: Rach, I got a message from you. Who's Michael? Rachel: Oh, my God. Ross, no. Hang up the phone. Give me the phone! Give me the- [Rachel jumps on Ross's back and grabs the phone, throwing it in the sink] Ross: You're over me? Rachel: Oh, God. Ross: You're- Rachel: Oh, God. Ross: You're over me? Rachel: Oh, God. Ross: When were you under me?

Rachel: I cannot keep having this same fight over and over again, Ross. No, you're making this too hard. Ross: I'm making this too hard? What do you want me to do? Rachel: I don't know. I don't know. Look, ugh, maybe we should just take a break. Ross: Okay, okay, fine. You're right. Let's, uh, let's take a break. Let's cool off, okay? Let's get some frozen yogurt or something. Rachel: No. A break from us.

Rachel: And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship. Ross: Look, I didn't think there was a relationship to jeopardize. I thought we had broken up. Rachel: We were on a break. Ross: That, for all I knew, could last forever. That to me is a breakup. Rachel: You think you're gonna get out of this on a technicality? Ross: I'm not trying to "get out" of anything. I thought our relationship was dead. Rachel: Well, you sure had a hell of a time at the wake.

Rachel: Do you think it's easy for me to see you with somebody else? Ross: You're the one who ended it. Rachel: Because I was mad at you. Not because I stopped loving you. Ross: You still love me? You still love me. Rachel: Yeah, so? You love me.

Chandler: Hey Eddie. Daahh!! What're you doin' here? Eddie: Nothin' roomy, just watchin' you sleep. Chandler: Why? Eddie: Makes me feel um, peaceful, heh-heh, please. Chandler: I can't sleep now. Eddie: You want me to sing? Chandler: No, look, that's it, it's over, I want you out, I want you out of the apartment now. Eddie: Woah, woah, woah, what're, what're you talkin' about man. Chandler: Hannibal Lecter...better roommate than you. Eddie: No. See now I don't think you're being fair. I mean one night you see me and you get scared, I mean, what about all the other nights when you don't see me, huh? What about last night when you went and got a drink of water and I was nice enough to hide behind the door, what's that about, huh? Chandler: I didn't realize that. Eddie: Yeah. Chandler: GET OUT NOW!! Eddie: Ok, you really want me out? Chandler: Yes please. Eddie: Ok, then I want to hear you say it, I, I want to hear you say you want me out. Chandler: I want you out. Eddie: No no no, I wanna hear it from your lips. Chandler: Where did you hear it from before? Eddie: Oh, right, all right, you know what pallie I understand, consider me gone, you know what I’ll do? I’ll go move into my brother’s basement and when he finds out I’ll go find some place else. You know what? I'll be out by the time you get home from work tomorrow.

Phoebe: That woman at the game didn’t know what she was talking about. Mike, obviously you have balls. Mike: But please, let’s just forget the whole thing. Phoebe: (the waiter puts a piece of cake on the table) I would love it. Consider it forgotten... But just so you know... however and whenever you decide to propose, I promise I’ll say yes. Whether... whether, you know, it is in a basketball game, or in sky writing, or you know, like some lame guy in a cheesy movie who hides it in the cake. (Mike’s face changes from happy to sad, and he looks at the cake, disappointed.) Phoebe: It’s in the cake, isn’t it? Mike: (puts on a fake smile) Where else would lame Mr. No Balls hide it? (he takes the ring from the cake, and cleans it with a napkin) Phoebe: What’s the matter with me? How do I keep ruining this? I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Mike: No! It’s my fault. I keep trying to propose in these stupid ways and all I wanna do is tell you that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. (Phoebe has this weird, anxious, nervous look on her face) Mike: I’m gonna do this now. Phoebe: Oh my God! (Mike starts to kneel in front of Phoebe.) Mike: Phoebe, I... Phoebe: Wait! Oh wait! (she takes off a ring that was already on her left ring finger. After that Mike starts to kneel again, but then...) Oh no! (She was wearing rings on all her fingers and her thumb, and takes all of these off.) Mike: Ready? Phoebe: Uh-huh! (and now Mike kneels properly) Mike: Phoebe, I love you. There’s no-one else in the world I would ask to marry me... three times. But I wanna take care of you, have babies with you, and grow old with you... Phoebe Buffay, will you marry me? Phoebe: Yes! Mike puts the ring on her finger) Mike: I love you! Phoebe: I love you more! Mike: Not possible! (they kiss, and then Mike says proudly...) She’s gonna be Mrs. No Balls.