FRIENDS S03E07 THE RACE CAR BED LYRICS

 
Monica and Phoebe shop at the store owned by Janice's soon-to-be-ex-husband, and Monica ends up with the wrong bed. Rachel and Ross have dinner with her father, which doesn't go well; the next day at brunch, Ross and Dr. Green find something to bond over. Gunther broods over Rachel. Joey Teaches a class--"Acting for Soap Operas". While trying to return the bed, Joey and Monica see Janice kissing her husband.

The one where they said....
Chandler: If I was a superhero who could fly and be invisible, that would be the best.

Ross: Hey--when you guys were kids and you played Happy Days, who were you? I was always Richie.
Monica: I was always Joanie.
Joey: Question. Was, ah, "Egg the Gellers!" the war cry of your neighborhood?

Ross: We?
Rachel: Are, uh, having dinner with my Dad tomorrow night. I hope that's okay.
Ross: Oh shoot, tomorrow's not so good, I'm supposed to, um, fall off the Empire State building and land on a bicycle with no seat. Sorry.

Phoebe: Ya know, in England this car would be on the other side of the store.

Phoebe: Uh, Monica it, it feels so weird, ya know. Chandler's your friend. Oh! Oh my God! Alright, take this bed. You can make other friends.

Joey: Oh, by the way, before I forget--to work in soap operas some of you are going to have to become much more attractive.

Joey: Yeah, it's this great part, this boxer named Nick. And I'm so, so right for it, ya know, he's just like me. Except he's a boxer, and he has an evil twin.

Dr. Green: Rust... is boat cancer, Ross.
Ross: Wow, I'm sorry. When I was a kid I lost a bike to that.

Monica: When did I sign for it?
Phoebe: When I was you! You know what? It's all Joey's fault, 'cause he left his nose open!
Monica: Did you make brownies today?

Chandler: Okay, well if this bed isn't new, then how come there's plastic on the mattress?
Monica: Sometimes I have bad dreams.

Dr. Green: What do you need help for?
Rachel: With my alignment. I've got one leg shorter than the other.
Dr. Green (scoffing): Oh God!
Ross: rgue with that.
Rachel: What? It's true, my right leg is two inches shorter.
Dr. Green: Come on! You're just titling! Her legs are fine!
Ross: I know that!
Dr. Green: So, why do you let her go to a chiropractor for?
Rachel: I'm sorry, let her?
Ross: What can I do, she doesn't listen to me about renter's insurance either.
Dr. Green: Wait a minute, you don't have renter's insurance?
Rachel: No.
Dr. Green: But what if somebody steals something? How are you gonna run after him with one leg shorter than the other?