Sally came round for a nice little chat and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees.

— So I figured it out.
— What?
— Why Scott doesn't want to sleep with me. I'm not sexy enough.
— Phoebe, that's crazy. When I first met you, you know what I said?
— What?
— I said, "Excellent butt, great rack."

— Quick, first place we made love?
— Give me a break. We've never «made love».

— I don't wanna tell the world I deflowered Elena's brother.
— And deflowered and deflowered.

— Hey, Pheebs. You know what I'm thinking?
— Oh, okay. How... it's been so long since you've had sex... you're wondering if they've changed it?
— No. Although now that's what I'm thinking.

You'll rock her world so hard with your vamp sex, she'll be yours forever.

This is the honeymoon suite. The room expects sex. The room would be disappointed if it didn't get sex. All the other honeymoon suites would think it was a loser.

— Please don't feel obliged to tell me that was amazing. John's expressed that in every possible variant available in English.
— I would have you right here, on the desk, until you begged for mercy twice.

— I sort of had a sex dream about you.
— Really?
— Yeah.
— Was I the girl?
— Yeah, you were the girl. Can you just do me a favour? Don't tell Carla about this. She'll just get all jealous and disgusted.
— But we haven't done anything for her to be disgusted by.
— Oh, yeah, we did.

There's nothing between us "animal" at all? There's not even, like, um, a little animal? Not even, like... chipmunk sex?