Ross and Rachel's fighting causes the gang to try to hang out with them separately. Chandler, under stress because Ross and Rachel's break-up reminds him of his parents divorce, starts smoking again. Rachel invites everyone but Ross to go skiing for the weekend; they get locked out of the car at a rest stop; Rachel refuses to call Ross for help, so Monica and Phoebe do it behind her back; he comes to their aid and then gets stuck because his battery dies. Ross interferes with Carol's and Susan's "Anniversary".
Joey: Yeah, it's never taken me more than a week to get over a relationship.
Monica: It's never taken you more than a shower to get over a relationship.
Joey: You're smoking again?
Chandler: Well, actually, yesterday I was smoking again. Today,
I'm... I'm smoking still.
Rachel: Chandler! You're smoking? What are you doing?
Chandler: Hey, shut up! You're not my real Mom!
Joey: Hey, can you close that window, Chandler? My nipples could cut glass over here!
Phoebe: Wait, Really? 'Cause mine get me out of tickets.
Monica: Why? Do you think he's still mad at us?
Chandler (to Joey): Well he's probably more mad since you called him
this morning to borrow his goggles.
Joey: What? Mine aren't tinted.
Joey: Relax okay, I...I can get this open. Anybody have a coat hanger?
Chandler: Oh I do! Oh, no, wait a minute, I took it out of my shirt when I put it on this morning.
Monica: So, if your parents hadn't got divorced, you'd be able to answer a question like a normal person?
Rachel: Chandler, what are you doing? There is a trash can right there.
Chandler: Well, I thought if I littered, that crying Indian might come by and save us.
Rachel: What, what's it... what's going on?
Phoebe: Yeah, this has happened before.
Rachel: So you know how to fix it?
Phoebe: Yep. Put more gas in.
Phoebe: Yeah, what town are we near?
Monica: Freemont. West-Westmont, uh Westburg?
Phoebe: Okay, why are you answering?
Carol: You slept with another woman?
Ross: Oh, y-you're-you're one to talk.
Monica: What's "pleh"?
Joey: That's "help" spelled backwards, so that the helicopters can read it from the air.
Ross: He is saving your butt, ah, unless of course I'm stepping on some toes here, in which case I can just mosey on, I've got plenty of people to help on the Interstate.
Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry, were you speaking to me or sleeping with someone else?