(Joey walks in wearing Chandler's clothes) JOEY: Hi. I'm Chandler. Could I BE wearing anymore clothes? |
...Because it is too damn hard, I can't even begin to explain to you how much I gonna miss you. When I think about not seeing you everyday, it makes me not want to go. |
Chandler to Joey: Yes, on a scale from one to ten, ten being the dumbest a person can look, you are definitely ninteen. |
>Rachel, Ross, Pheobe and Joey are outside Monica and Chandlers door< Ross: Okay we will do rock paper scissors to deicde who goes in first. Rachel: Right. Ross: One, Two, Three >Ross does paper, Rachel does scissors and Pheobe does rock< Joey: >waggles his fingers in the air< heh heh! Ross: What is that? Joey: It's fire! It beats everything. Pheobe: Not water balloon! >holds her hand over Joeys< tsh! Joey: Oh yeah. >a note slides out from underneath Monica and Chandlers door< Ross: >reads the note< We know you out there. Joey: >reading the note over Ross' shoulder< Who do you think sent it? |
biggest polluters worldwide by volume of waste and by area of land contaminated. |
but even a complete tin-ear would have know that |
Chandler : All right, look if you absolutely have to tell her the truth, at least wait until the timing's right. And that's what deathbeds are for. |
Chandler [In response to a stupid comment]: You have to stop the Q-Tip when there's resistance. |
Chandler: "What's this?" Joey: "Eight hundred and twelve bucks." Chandler: "Well, I don't know what Big Leon told ya, but it's an even thousand if you want me for the whole night." |
Chandler: All right, kids, I gotta get to work. If I don't input those numbers... it doesn't make much of a difference. |
CHandler: Bagels and doughnuts....round food for every mood |
Chandler: Ding dong, the psycho's gone. |
Chandler: Ew, ew, ew, ew ew ew ew ew. Ugly Naked Guy got a Thighmaster. |
Chandler: Hey, you know, I have had it with you guys and your "cancer" and your "emphysema" and your "heart disease." The bottom line is smoking is cool and you know it. |
Chandler: I can handle this. "Handle" is my middle name. Actually, "handle" is the middle of my first name. |