Tote Board Watch:
One more addition to the Naked Tote Board, which I didn’t remember when I first compiled it: When Ross sees that Phoebe’s dollhouse has caught fire, he dashes into the shower with it to put out the fire, with Monica still in it. (The shower, not the dollhouse. )

Hilarious Moment:
(After Phoebe’s dollhouse has been burnt in a fire…)
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 puppets!

(Ross’s line was the funniest!)

I liked the exchange of dialogue concerning the Victorian dollhouse:

Monica: Look at it! Ohhh! Wallpaper’s a little faded, that’s okay. Carpet’s a little loose. Hardwood floors!!
Phoebe: (entering) Hey!
Chandler: Hello.
Phoebe: Oh! Ooh! Oh Monica! It’s so beautiful.
Monica: I know!!!
Phoebe: So, I’m here, ready to play.
Monica: Okay.
Phoebe: I brought a bunch of stuff for the house, so check it out. Ha-ha. (She removes this large ceramic dog that comes up to the second floor and places it next to the house.)
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.

That was pretty good. And then came this:

Phoebe: (holding a dinosaur) Okay, dinosaur attack!! Quick, everybody into the house!! Ahh-ahh! (the dinosaur starts attacking the house. She starts to bark like a dog.) Ruff! Rrruff-ruff-ruff!
Monica: Okay, Phoebe, y'know what? That-that’s it, that’s it, all right? No dinosaurs, no ghosts, no giant dogs, okay? They’re not the right size, they’re not Victorian, and they just don’t go.
Phoebe: Okay, (starts to pack up her stuff) fine. Come dinosaur, we’re not welcome in the house of no imagination.
Ross: Uh, Pheebs, while we’re hovering around the subject. I just have to say, dinosaurs, they-they don’t go "rrruff!"
Phoebe: The little ones do.

No nits, I just thought that was funny!