The One Where Chandler Can't Remember Which Sister

Joey's overly confident magic trick presentation followed by the obvious reveal

Real magic does exist.

I looked at it so fast, it was invisible to the naked eye. I just did it. Just did it again.

Anybody got a length of rope about six feet long...little noose at the end?

I almost feel bad for whipping that kid's pretzel at them.

Any excuse to tell that story, you know?

Then if anybody should have a party, it should be him.

I'm not suppose to drink coffee. It makes me gassy. I know.

I need these hangers separated ASAP.

Order up! Yentl soup, James Beans and a Howdy, hold the Doody.

Actually, that's a Barbra Streisand-wich. What? I named that one.

Do you want my pickle?

Stick out your tongue! Take off your shirt!

Yeah, Jell-O. Just like Mom used to make.

Sounds like Mark Something wants to have some sex!

No, only for sex. Thank you.

I was wearing my 'I Heart Ross' sandwich board and ringing my bell.

How many of that girl are you seeing?

That's the same drink I made myself right after I shot my husband. Okay, I don't know how to talk to you.

Why must we dial so speedily, anyway? Why rush through life? Why can't we savor the precious moments?

Those are some huge breasts you have!

I mean, when he left, I actually used the phrase: 'Hummina, hummina, hummina.'

Well, I assume I'll have to take showers with him. But, you know, that's true of any job.

Well, my apartment isn't there anymore because I drank it.

I can't remember which sister.

You see? You can't tell which is which either!

That was me.

When I drink, sometimes I get overly friendly and I'm sorry.

Yep, I'm in a tree.

What's it about? I don't remember.

Where in Cuba?

She was, like, the sixth person to spit on Mussolini's hanging body.

They're in Vermont, buying cigarettes.

He had to help his niece with her report on the pioneers. That is so made up!

High collar and baggy pants say, 'I'm a pro!'

Now he's gonna prep her...as in what you do before you surgically remove the boyfriend!

You grow up.

That dies with me. So will I.

God, Mary Angela was right. You do have the softest lips. You're not Mary Angela?

You're it! Now run and hide!

I was really drunk and you guys all look really similar.

I say punch him, Joey! Yeah, punch him!

Cookie, now you can punch him! What?

You know, this building's on my paper route, so...

Eavesdropping? Pheebs, the ceiling tiles were falling down.

Maybe the pogo stick likes it too.

If it's any consolation...he really did sound like he was having more fun with you.