| TOW Phoebe's Rats |
| "I tried, but apparently singing "I will survive" in a helium voice - not helping"-Chandler "So weird, you think he's so gross and you're willing to eat his crackers"-Phoebe Mike: Setting rat traps. Phoebe: To kill Bob? Mike: No, no, no to test his neck strength Phoebe: No, Mike, I don't want to kill him! I thought we were just gonna capture him and, and you know, set him free in the country side where he can maybe meet a friendly possum and wisecracking owl. Phoebe: I'll find Bob, I'll get him. Bob? (starts looking) Bob! Robert! (looks at cabinet under sink) Oh wait, I think I hear him. Oh-oh my god! Bob had babies! Bob's a mom! Phoebe: Oh my god we killed Bob! Mike: Maybe it wasn't Bob, maybe it was a mouse. Phoebe: Suzie?!! (runs over to check) "I'm sorry. I got a little occupied. Right behind you guy"-Chandler (in a helium voice) "Good. It's just so hard, it's hard for me to...let them go. I guess it just brings back memories, you know, from...when I gave birth to my brother's triplets and I had to give them up. (Mike looks shocked) I haven't told you about that yet, have I?"-Phoebe :First I was afraid...I was petrified"-Chandler (in a helium voice) Rachel: Are you comparing my daughter to a rat? Phoebe: No, seven rats "Maybe he's bothering you so much because he likes you. It's like in first grade when Skippy Langwild always pushed me on the playground because he secretly had a crush on me?"-Monica Rachel: Oh, ok, thank you. [Molly leaves] [To Monica] Do you see what all guys see in her? Monica: Wouldn't kick her out of bed. No more Vodka for me! Ross: Oh, someone's getting a little fussy. Joey: You're damn right I am. I've been waiting for a cookie for seven minutes. Chandler: Now, that Rachel's gone.... Ross: So hot I cried myself to sleep last night. Phoebe: Hey Mike, what's the capital of Peru? Mike: Lima. Phoebe: No. It starts with a V and ends with an X. With hopefully a T-O in the middle. Mike: Come to think of it, the capital of Peru is VTOX. Ross: Well, we gotta do something. Nannies like her don't grow on trees. Chandler: Picturing that tree, huh? Ross:Yes. Joey: Hot Nanny and me against the world. This is the kinda stuff great novels are made of. Chandler: Great novels? Joey: Fine. Mediocre porn! Ross: Well Joey, I don't think we have a problem. Joey: It's like my dream fairytale come true! The princess, the stableboy and the lesbian! Rachel: Hey, Thanks for the party. Can I help ya clean up? Monica: No way. You had your party, now I'm gonna have mine. "Alright, fine, but don't blame me if it doesn't work. Because you know as well as I do that once Joey sets his mind on something, more often than not, he's going to have sex with it"-Chandler |