words in movies
Ross: The flirting! Aren't you supposed to be going out with, I don't know hmm, let's say my sister?!
Phoebe: I know. But don't you think that it should be called Order and Law?
Phoebe: Don't get me started on that.
Rachel: Okay, y'know what? We don't need her measurements.
Ross: This is perfect! She'll have to come back here with your pizza, and when she does, I'll turn on the Charm-O-Ross. Oh I'm so glad you don't eat meat.
(They both start speaking Italian to each other, and since I'm not Italian and don't understand one word, we'll move on to the English portion of the show. Not, that I'm English. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just that I'm not. Y'know I think I should shut-up now and move on. Anyhoo, she says something about Joey being fat I think based on this line.)
Chandler: Hey, why don't you wear those earrings I gave you?
Phoebe: Okay, well I think that they're in my purse. Why don't you go get dressed and I'll look for them.
Rachel: Okay, okay, okay, look, just don't freak out, but I kinda lost it. I know it's in the apartment, but I definitely lost it.
Ross: You understand I don't actually like 8-year-old boys.
Monica: It's okay. I don't care. It's uh, it's fine.
Joey: (smiling) I don't know. This little, old lady lives for my career. When they dumped me off of Days of Our Lives she almost died.
Rachel: (smiling) Joey, why don't you just tell her what happened? It's not your fault.
Rachel: I don't know, I don't know.
Rachel: Honey, you have nothing to prove. And if you really like this girl, I don't flirting is the right thing to (Ross interrupts and shushes her.)
Chandler: (To Monica) If this is the way all the Gellers flirt, we don't have a problem.
Ross: Look, no-no, hey, hey, don't worry about it! In nine years, she and I will be right there. (Goes and sits on the couch dejectedly.)
Rachel: Well, I don't get it, but she wanted me to give you her phone number. (Hands him the slip of paper with the phone number on it.)
Ross: Rach, thanks but uh, I don't need you doing me any favors.
Joey: (on the tape) Now, I wanna a suitcase filled with 100,000 dollars. (The duck quacks, to the duck) Choo! Choo! Choo! (To the imaginary cops) Filled with $100,000 in small bills, and if I don't get it (the duck quacks louder) Choo!! And if I don't get it, (pause, picks up the duck) I'm gonna shoot this duck!
Ross: Okay, well, if she always behaves like this, why don't you say something?
RICHARD: Yeah, if I have to. Monica, I don't wanna lose you, so if I have to do it all over again, then I will.
Phoebe: You mean you stole it! (Monica sneezes again) Don't cover your mouth when you do that!
JOEY: Uh, well, kinda yeah. Like, remember last week when Alex was in the accident? Well the line in the script was, 'If we don't get this woman to a hospital, she's going to die.' But I made it, ' If this woman doesn't get to a hospital, she's not gonna live.'
Monica: Oh, I don't know. Maybe, um, "That was nice?" Admit something to me? "I'll call you?"
Rachel: Well, ever since I was humiliated and yelled at in front of my friends, I'm just, I don't know, not in a museum benefitty kind of mood.
Joey: Oh, uh... don't forget your coupon. (Tries to strike a sexy pose up against the doorway to his room. Then goes inside).
DELIVERY GUY: I don't think that's gonna affect the plot of the show.
Rachel: Oh, hey, I have an idea. Why don't we play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses goes in first. (they all agree) Ready? (they do the rock-paper-scissor thing with they hands and Rachel has paper, Phoebe and Ross both have rock, while Joey is doing a strange upward wiggling with his fingers. They all look a him confused).
RACHEL: I can't believe I don't get to go to my own prom, this is so harsh.
MONICA: And, well, don't you have a lot of wild oats to sew? Or is that what you're doing with me? Oh my God, am I an oat?
Chandler: Ooh. Uh, I don't know how to tell you this, but she's in Monica's bedroom, getting it on with Max, that scientist geek. Ooh, look at that, I did know how to tell you.
RACHEL: Do you guys ever get the feeling that um, Chandler and those guys just don't get that we don't make as much money as they do?
Chandler: Oh, yeah, easy for you to say, you don't have to walk around sporting some reject from the Mr. T collection. [Joey walks in behind Chandler]
Chandler: Ok, I don't care what you guys say, something's bothering her.
MONICA: Alright, for the bizillionth time, yes I see other women in shower at the gym, and no I don't look.
Ross: Look, you guys don't need me here taking up your space.
Phoebe: Yeah! I mean, I don't know. I was just , I was looking, I was looking in his eyes and I was just thinking: Oh my God! It's David. David's here. He's just, he's so irresistible.
MONICA: You know what, maybe I don't need to have children. You know maybe I just think I do because that is what society, and by that I mean my mom, has always convinced me that I...(sees two little girls dancing together) I do, I have to have children, I'm sorry, I just do.
PHOEBE: I, I don't know what to say. I mean, you know, you're married to someone for six years and you think you know him and then one day says, 'Oh, I'm not gay.'
Monica: Alright you two, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Now I don't want anything going on while I'm gone. Here's a few things you can discuss: mucus, fungus and the idea of me and Ross doing it.
Monica: Because I don't have the money or the equipment to handle something that big on such short notice. I mean there's no way.
Joey: Shhh! Not so loud, we don't wanna wake up, uh...
Phoebe: You guys! You guys! You don't have to fight over her anymore. (she goes out into the hallway and enters with an even more hideous painting/collage. One of those faceles mannequins heads wearing a blueish dress and orange gloves reaching out into the room. Around the head 3 small dolls are hovering.) Whoever doesn't get Gladys gets Glynnis. (Rachel and Monica are gasping for air at the sight of this monstrous piece of art.)
Chandler: Hey, you know what, here's a thought. Why don't you stay home from work today and just hang out with me.
PHOEBE: I'm sorry, but sometimes they need help. That's fine. Go ahead and scoff. You know, there're a lot of things that I don't believe in, but that doesn't mean they're not true.
MONICA: But I need it. Otherwords I'm gonna have to take that horrible diner job. You know, with the dancing and the costumes. I don't wanna have to wear flame retardant boobs.
Rachel: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no, that's OK, I don't need them. I'm going for fours.
Joey: Yeah. Whew, it's hot with all of this stuff on. I ah, I better not do any, I don't know, lunges. (starts doing lunges)
Ross: No-no-no. I don't have a son named Jordie. We all agreed, my son's name is Jamie.
Chandler: Okay, but don't touch it, because you fingers have destructive oils.
Phoebe: I don't know about that. I've got one that's worse.
Monica: Don't stare. Now she just finished throwing his clothes off the balcony, now there's just a lot of gesturing and arm-waving, (shows Rachel gesturing with hands in front of her chest), Ok, that is either, "How could you?" or, "Enormous breasts!" Here he comes!
Joey: Ma, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but... what the hell are you talking about?! I mean, what about you?
Ross: yes, yeah I said something stupid about her never having had a serious relationship, but you should know she is so much fun, a wonderful person please don't blow her off.
Mrs. Bing: Now Chandler dear, just because your father and I are getting a divorce it doesn't mean we don't love you. It just means he would rather sleep with the house-boy than me.
Ross: Huh, I don't know what to pick. Am I more thankful for my divorce or my eviction? Hmm.
Joey: Man, it must be so cool remembering stuff like that! I don't have any past life memories.
CHAN: Don't touch the computer. Don't ever touch the computer.
Rachel: See look Amy, we're a lot closer to Monica and Chandler. We see them every day. And truthfully honey, you don't seem very connected to the baby.
RACHEL: Monica, what are you talking about? You don't know the first thing about the stock market.
Monica: Well, I don't care! That-that turkey has to feed 20 people at my parent's house and they're not gonna eat it off your head!
Rachel: 'Cause I don't need your stupid ship.
Joey: (he goes out calling her) Don't move! Don't go! I need you! My audition is tomorrow! Shah blue blah! Me lah peeh! Ombrah! (he gives up). Pooh.
Rachel: Oh it's OK. You were worth the wait, and I don't just mean tonight.
Ross: You know what, you guys, we don't have to watch this.
Monica: If you're not going then I don't want to go either.
Monica: Umm, I-I really don't want to tell this story.
Phoebe: Oh yeah, okay. I'm uptight. Yeah, that's why I don't want to watch a middle aged guy dance around in what I can only assume is a child halloween costume! (turns to look at Monica and Rachel who look like they feel very sorry for the stripper)
Mrs. Geller: No, I'd be hearing about 'Why didn't I get the honey-glazed ham?', I didn't spend enough on flowers, and if I spent more she'd be saying 'Why are you wasting your money? I don't need flowers, I'm dead'.
Frank: Uh, Delaware. She's on her way though, so until she gets here, I'm gonna be your coach. But don't worry, she told me all about the la-Mazada stuff.
Chandler: Yeah, we have all this paperwork that needs to be filed by the end of the year. If I don't get it done, I'll be fired.
Joey: Are you calling you people? (Chandler rolls his eyes.) Yeah, well sorry to burst that bubble, Pheebs, but selfless good deeds don't exist. Okay? And you the deal on Santa Clause right?
ROSS: So don't, I don't see why we have to go to this thing anyway, it's your ex-fiancee's wedding.
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I don't know.
Chandler: No, it's... fancier than a pimple. Look Ross, why don't you just go see a
Phoebe: Yeah, so, he had a really funny hatI don't want to talk about it.
Monica: (hums for a while, then gives up, and in her head) If it bothers you that much, just go out and get the shoes. No. Don't do this. This is stupid! I don't have to prove anything, I'm gonna go get them...But then everyone will know. Unless I get them, and then wake up really early and put them back! ...I need help! (She buries her head in her pillow.)
Chandler: (he stands up and he feels very offended) I don't, and I'm offended by the insinuation!
Phoebe: Oh, okay, umm, hi kids! Um, it's me, Aunt Phoebe. I can't wait to see you. Please don't hurt me!
CHANDLER: Don't you have to be Claymation to say stuff like that?
Phoebe: That's fine, just don't bring it in my mouth.
Rachel: Yeah, I-I don't care.
Ross: Actually, it kinda is. My wife won't return my calls. I don't know where my wife is. (Laughs) "Hey Ross, where's the Mrs.?" Don't know!
Phoebe: Why not?! Maybe I can, you don't know!
Chandler: Dude, don't do that too me!
Julie: You don't think they'll judge and ridicule me?
Monica: Umm. (Looks at Chandler who is using the phone.) Umm. Umm. I don't think so.
Phoebe: That's easy for you to say, I don't see three kids coming out your vagina!
Chandler: No, it's not that, I just don't want to be stuck here all night with your fat sister.
Chandler: She's really going to love this, you know? The bottom line is I want her to have it, even if I don't get to be the one who gives it to her.
Chandler: Look, don't you see what's happening here. Instead of hitting on her right away, he's becoming her confidant. Now he's gonna be the guy she goes too to complain about you.
Mrs. Geller: (holding two pies) Monica, why don't you finish off these pies? I don't have any more room left in the fridge.
Monica: I don't care.
Joey: You don't seem to understand. See, I was Dr. Drake Remoray.
Chandler: Yeah, I don't think he's up to meeting everyone yet.
Emily: I don't know, it's just
Monica: Sweetie, we heard you crying. Please don't cry.
Emily: (interrupting him) As long as you don't see Rachel anymore.
Rachel: Sure. I guess. Hey, I hear you don't have to go to London. Yay!
Rachel: Well, why don't you talk to me about it, maybe I can help.
Chandler: I called you fat?! I don't even remember that!
Joey: Don't worry, I had it dry-cleaned.
Joey: And you don't a little good about donating the money?
Monica: I don't know, how about the idiot who thought he could drive from Albany to Canada on a half a tank of gas!
Monica: Hey, don't blame me for wigging tonight!
Ross: You should've seen the look on her face. I don't want Rachel to hate me! I don't know what to do.
Joey: I-I-I don't know if this falls under this category, but uh, Ross is right back there. (Points over his shoulder.)
Monica: Please? Please?! We just don't want to deal with telling everyone, okay? Just promise you won't tell.
Monica: Oh, it was awful. (To Chandler) I guess some people just don't appreciate really good food.
Joey: Y'know, I-I don't even feel like I know you anymore man! All right, look, I'm just gonna ask you this one time. And whatever you say, I'll believe ya. (Pause.) Were you, or were you not on a gay cruise?!
Rachel: No, it's not better. I still don't get to see you.
Phoebe: Oh! I'm sorry Rachel, I don't have time for your childish games, ok? I still have to go find something incredible to wear so I can beat Mike at "who's more over who"! (at which she walks away)
Joey: Aww, I don't want to see that!
Monica: Don't get too attached, she's having it cremated.
Joey: Well uh, I don't know about who's here, but I can tell you for damn sure who's not here and that's Rachel!!
Rachel: What? Hey! No-no-no! This not cool! You don't even know me!
Joey: Come on, Chandler, Ross is our friend. He needs us right now, so why don't you be a grown up and come and watch some TV in the fort!
Ross: Well, you can't know where I am all the time. Look, this marriage is never gonna work if you don't trust me.
Larry: Oh, I don't know about that.