Chandler: Joey's tailor... took advantage of me. Ross: What? Joey: No way, I've been going to the guy for twelve years. Chandler: Oh come on, he said he was going to do my inseem, then he ran his hand up my leg and then there was definite... Ross: What? (Chandler closes his eyes) Chandler: Cupping. Joey: That's how they do pants! First they go up one side, they move it over, then they go up the other side then they move it back, and then they do the rear. Ross, will you tell him. Isn't that how a tailor measures pants? Ross: Yes, yes it is... in prison!
Ross: Rach, you know, I can see you naked anytime I want. Rachel: What? Ross: All I have to do is close my eyes. See? (Ross closes his eyes) Woo-hoo! Rachel: Ross, stop that! Ross: I'm sorry. Rachel: Come on! I don't want you thinking of me like that anymore. Ross: Uh, sorry. Nothing you can do about it. It's one of my, uh, rights as the ex-boyfriend. (Ross closes his eyes again) Oh yeah! Rachel: Stop it! Cut it out! Cut it out! Ross: Okay, okay. I'm sorry. It will never happen-- (Closes eyes again) Uh oh. Wait a minute! Wait, wait. Now there are a hundred of you, and I'm the king!