Parker: Is there something wrong?
Phoebe: Wrong? Really? You know the word, “wrong?” Everything isn't perfect? Everything isn't magical? Everything isn't “aglow with the light of a million fairies?” They were just brake lights, parker.
Parker: Well excuse me for putting a good spin on a traffic jam!
Parker: I'm a positive person!
Phoebe: No, I'm a positive person. You're like Santa Claus, on Prozac! At Disneyland! Getting laid!
Chandler: Somewhere there is someone with a tranquilizer gun and a huge butterfly net, looking for that man.
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It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it…
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