Joey Tribbiani

— Oh. Have either of you ever been to the Rainbow Room? Is it expensive?
— Only if you order stuff.

— Hey, Angela.
— Joey.
— You look good.
— That's because l' m wearing a dress that accents my boobs.
— You don't say.

— Monica, relax. Go get a beer.
— I don't want a beer.
— Who said it was for you?

— Anyone know a good date place in the neighborhood?
— How about Tony's? If you finish a 32-ounce steak, it's free.
— Anyone know a good place if you're not dating a puma?

— I don't know what to say, Ross. Uh, it's a monkey.
— Just say what you feel, Joey.
— Marcel, I'm hungry.

— Hey, Ross? I got a science question. If the Homo sapiens were, in fact, "homo" sapiens... is that why they're extinct?
— Joey, Homo sapiens are people.
— Hey, I'm not judging.

— We ordered the Joey Special.
— Two pizzas?

That was just a theory. There's a lot of theories that didn't pan out. Lone gunman, communism, geometry.

— We didn't agree to live together forever. We're not Bert and Ernie.
— I'm aware that we're not gay puppets, all right?

— And I, uh, borrowed some of your cologne. I hope she likes it.
— And I don't have any cologne.
— Green bottle next to the shaving cream.
— Oh. Worm medicine for the duck.

— Hey. Listen. As soon as it stops raining, we have got to go snorkeling. Some kid told me about this sea turtle. If you blow bubbles in his face... he chases you.
— I'm sorry, I can't. I'm running a discussion group all afternoon.
— That's okay. I'II find someone else to do it. I'd do it alone, but... I don't know what happens if the sea turtle catches you.

— I may only have a couple beers in me, but I love you.
— I'm still on my first. I just think you're nice.

— Carol? I was wondering if Joey could ask you a question about breast-feeding?
— Sure.
— Uh... Does it hurt?
— It did at first, but not anymore.
— So, uh, how often can you do it?
— As much as he needs.
— Oh, okay, I got one, I got one. Uh... If he blows into one, does the other one get bigger?

Why do you have to break up with her? Be a man. Just stop calling.

— Okay. Okay. We'll leave. When we pass her... she won't know me, because we never met!
— That's how radio stars escape stalkers!