Ross and Monica's Aunt Silvia passes away and leaves a beautiful dollhouse to Monica; Monica invites Phoebe to play with it but then doesn't like Phoebe's ideas; Phoebe makes her own dollhouse, but it catches fire. Joey yearns for Kate, but since he can't have her, he goes out with her understudy; things get hot between Joey and Kate during rehearsal, however, and they end up sleeping together... but it means more to Joey than it does to Kate. Rachel sets Chandler up on a date with her boss; she likes him, but he thinks she's a big dull dud; Chandler tells her he'll call even though he doesn't intend to.
Monica: I get the dollhouse!
Phoebe: Wow! A house for dolls! That is so cool. When I was a kid, I
had a barrel.
Joey:Uh, Pheebs? You had a barrel for a dollhouse?
Phoebe: No, just a barrel.
Monica: Ya know what? You can play with my dollhouse.
Phoebe: Really? Really?
Monica: Any time you want. Ya know, when I was younger, all I wanted
to do was to play with this dollhouse, but no! It was to be looked at, but
never played with.
Chandler: My grandmother used to say that exact same thing to me.
Rachel: Joanna, this is my friend, Chandler Bing.
Joanna: Bing! That's a great name.
Chandler Thanks. It's, uh, Gaelic for "Thy turkey's done."
Joanna: So, uh, what's wrong with him?
Rachel: Oh, nothing. He's just goofy like that. I actually hardly
notice it anymore.
Monica: What's this?
Phoebe: That's a dog. Every house should have a dog.
Monica: Not one that can pee on the roof.
Phoebe: Well, maybe it's so big because the house was built on
radioactive waste.
Chandler (holding a tissue): And is this in case the house sneezes?
Phoebe: No, no--that's the ghost for the attic.
Monica: I don't want a ghost.
Phoebe: Well nobody wants a ghost. But you've got one. Because
the house is sitting on an ancient Indian burial ground.
Ross: Wait a minute. The house was built on radioactive waste and
an ancient Indian burial ground? That would never happen.
Phoebe: Okay, obviously you don't know much about the U.S. government.
Rachel: Okay, my boss--Joanna--when you left, she started asking questions about you...
Chandler: Oh, liked what she saw, huh? Dug my action, did she? Checkin' out the Chan-Chan man!
Rachel: That was... surreal.
Phoebe: Come, dinosaur. We are not welcome in the House of No Imagination.
Rachel: What's this?
Phoebe: The Licorice Room. You can eat all the furniture. And when
guests come over, they can stay on the tootsie roll-away bed.
Joey: The guy's like a cartoon. What do you see in him anyway?
Kate: He happens to be brilliant. Which is more than I can say for
that sweater you're dating.
Joey: Hey, I'm not interested in her sweater! It's what's underneath
her sweater that counts.
Lauren: You know! At the place I told you about last night?
Joey: Oh, yeah! With the mug painting. Yeah, I was so listening to that.
Monica: Come on, Rach. When a guy says he's going to call, it doesn't
mean he's going to call. This never happened to you?
Rachel: Well, they always called.
Monica: Huh. Bite me.
Rachel: Chandler, I'm telling you she has flipped out. She's gone crazy!
Chandler: Oh, well give me the phone then.
Chandler: All right! Fine! But it's just a lunch date, no more than
an hour! And from now on I get my own dates. I don't want you setting me up
with anybody ever again!
Rachel: That's fine!
Chandler: That's just a lot of big talk, ya know.
Rachel: I know.
Joey: What are you talking about? It was a big deal. I mean, come on! You can't tell me last night didn't mean something to you. I... I was there! You're not that good an actress.
Ross: Sorry I, uh, I scared you in there.
Monica: Oh, that's okay. By the way, I was just... checking
the shower massager.
Monica: I tried to reach you at work. There's... been a fire.
Phoebe: What? Oh my... oh my God! What happened?
Ross: Well, we believe it originated here--in the Aroma Room.
Phoebe: All right. Did everyone get out okay?
Monica: Well, the giraffe's okay. And so is the pirate.
Phoebe: Oh. What is this?
Ross: No, Phoebe, don't look! You don't want to see what's under there!
Phoebe: Oh! The... the foster puppet!
