Chandler: Kinda puts that whole pillow thing in perspective, huh, Mon? 貌似枕头的事就可先放在一边了，是吧，莫妮卡？(put...in perspective：设身处地地体验。)
Ross: Yeah. Do that for another two hours, you might be where I am right about now. (He enters. ) 是的，你再这么持续两小时，就会变成我现在这样。
Joey: You got a beautiful lasagna here that looks good enough...to avoid touching. 你这里有意大利烤面，这看起来足够好。。。以至于不许碰。(lasagna：意大利烤面，千层面。)
Phoebe: She already fluffed that pillow. Monica, you know, you already fluffed. It's fine. 她已经拍松过那个枕头。摩妮卡，你已经拍过了枕头了？可以了。(fluff：拍松软。)
Chandler: Oh, uh, that would be mine. See, I wrote a note to myself, and then I realized I didn't need the note, so I balled it up and......now I wish I was dead. 噢，呃，应该是我的，我写给自己一张便条，后来觉得自己不需要了，于是将它揉成纸团，现在我希望我已经死了。
Ross: You look great. I hate that. 你的气色好极了，我讨厌看到这样。