Joey: Hey, you’re ah, pretty good at this. Phoebe: Yeah, well I had to learn, I was staying at the Y and some off the young men weren’t acting Christian enough.

Monica: What’s this? Phoebe: Isn’t it cool! Varoom! Varoom! Monica: This is not the bed I ordered! Phoebe: I know, you must’ve won like a contest or something!

Chandler: Varrrrrroom! Hey! Watch it lady! Varrrrrrrrrrom! Hey-hey good lookin’! Varrrrrrrrroom.

The One With The Racecar Bed

Joey: All right now remember, something this big and long is going to be difficult to manuver, fortunately I have a lot of experience in that area. Ross: Can we please focus here, a naked man’s life hangs in the balance! Phoebe: I’m telling you he’s dead. What we are about to have here is a dead fat guy on a stick. Joey: All right, ladies and gentlemen, let’s poke. Steady. Steady. Okay, a little higher. Careful of the angle. Okay, okay, we’re approaching the window  Thread the needle. Thread the needle. Phoebe: He’s alive! He’s a-live!!! Monica: And yet, we’re still poking him. Joey: Okay, retract the device, retract the device. Device.

Chandler: ‘I’ll hold you close in my arms. I can’t resist your charms. And love....’

The One With The Giant Poking Device