Phoebe: How would you feel if you couldn't share your cooking? Or, imagine how Ross would feel if he couldn't teach us about dragons.
Monica: Phoebe.... Dinosaurs.
Phoebe: *shrugs* Potato, potahto.
Phoebe: [Right after playing a song in the coffee shop ] If you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer
Phoebe: [Right after playing a song in the coffee shop ] If you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer
Ross: I think it'll be a boy.
Phoebe: I think it'll be a girl.
Ross: Phoebe, you thought Ben would be a girl.
Phoebe: Have you seen him throw a ball?
Phoebe: Oh they can see us. Oh, they, they look mad. They're coming. Run!
Joey: Where?
Phoebe: Mexico!
Phoebe: A plate of brownies once told me a Limerick.
Chandler: Let me ask you, Phoebe: were these "funny brownies"?
Phoebe: Not particularly. Although I do think they had pot in them.
Phoebe: Oh, look. Ugly Naked Guy is decorating his Christmas tree. Wow, you should see the size of his Christmas balls.
