words in movies
Charlie: I'm sorry, what?
Rachel: Oh... Oh, I'm sorry! I'm not... I was just-I was just reading to Emma.
Charlie: (to Joey) So, I have to go shopping today, which is my least favourite thing, I'm soo bad at picking out clothes!
Charlie: I'm sure you have better things to do.
Phoebe: Oh... Mike's sister just invited me to a party tonight, he's gonna be there. And she was like "Oh, don't worry! I asked him. He's totally ok with seeing you!". So now I have to go so he'll think that I'm totally ok with seeing him!
Doctor Connelly: I'm sorry there wasn't better news from your test last week but I wanted to talk to you about your options.
Rachel: I'm there!
Joey: Enough said, I'm there for you man. Where is she, upstairs?
Phoebe: No, I know, this way when I go to the party later Mike will know I am over him cause I'm gonna smell like another guy. (to the shop assistant) Yeah.
Phoebe: Ok. Oh good, I'm dating a Russian cab driver. (to the shop assistant). Seriously does anyone buy this? I smell like beets!
Rachel: Yeah! I'm a big fan! Of the movies, you know. Motion pictures. The Talkies!
Chandler: I'm telling you, he's great! I mean, even if my sperm worked fine, I'd think he'd be the way to go!
Monica: I'm not going to be a part of this! You can't just bring some random guy at home and expect him to be our sperm donor!
Phoebe: Well, maybe she didn't hear! Ok I'm gonna go into that dressing room, you stay in here and I'll talk and see if you can hear me.
Phoebe: (goes back in) I'm Rachel. It's so annoying when I put Emma on the phone to talk with my friends.
Ross: I'm meeting with professor Sherman about my being the keynote speaker...
Ross: I can't! If he realizes that I'm the one that put him to sleep, I won't get the job!
Zack: Oh! I'm gonna go wash up first. (Chandler points him the bathroom) Thanks!
Chandler: Oh! Thanks, I'm crazy about our place. Hey! speaking of crazy... do you have a history of mental illness in the family?
Zack: Ok listen, you guys have shown a lot of interest in me tonight and I'm flattered and... and quite frankly a little frightened. Can we just talk about something else?
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)
Phoebe: Are you sure? Because I'm really dreading going to this party.
Phoebe: Mike knows I'm coming, and if I don't show up he'll think it's because of him! And I don't want to lose face! That's a very serious thing in my culture.
David: Well, I'm back from Minsk... permanently.
David: You're kidding me. Because I'm not seeing anybody, I've just totally made that up.
David: Yeah, I don't know why, I'm sorry, I guess I just didn't want to lose face.
Zack: I'm gonna take off now. You're gonna let me go home, aren't you?
Zack: No, no, I should get home, I'm kinda tired.
Monica: Yeah, I'm sure.
Chandler: (sighs with relief) Thank God, because I don't wanna do this either. You know, I was just doing because I thought that was what you wanted to do. You know, I'm the husband, I'm supposed to... bring the sperm.
MONICA: I'm at work, ordinary day, you know, chop chop chop, sauti, sauti, sauti. All of a sudden, Leon, the manager, calls me into his office. It turns out they fired the head lunch chef, and guess who got the job.
Ross: (getting up, upset) I'm calling Mom.
Ross: Well, I'm off to Carol's.
Susan: Actually, I'm reading it to the baby.
Chandler: Hi, I'm Chandler, and I have no idea who Dorothy is.
CHANDLER: I'm gonna hold him a different way. Look I don't understand, if you hated it so much, why did you buy it in the first place?
Chandler: All right, I'm nine years old.
Rachel: Ok, I'm gonna get my stuff.
CHANDLER: I'm going to the bathroom now. [leaves for the bathroom]
Rachel turns to Ross: Oh whose side are you on? <back to Amy> I'm not giving you Emma because there is no way you could handle the responibility of a child.
Joey: Hi. Hi, sorry I'm late.
Phoebe: Oh, yeah, oh, I'm sure of it. You should just do it, just sweep and throw me.
Rachel: Wow, everything looks so good! I think I'm gonna have the chicken.
Chandler: Yeah, I'm fine. (trying to cover up what he is saying) I'm trppd in an ATM vstbl wth Jll Gdcr.
Sandy: Hi, I'm Sandy.
Ross: I have to talk to her about this groomsman situation, ok? I'm not gonna watch Chandler up there while I'm sitting in the seats like some chump! (he goes to Rachel's room, knocks the door and enters the room). (very fake gasp) Oh! My God! You're breathtaking!
David: Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Monica: Um, I'm not actually Amish.
Monica: Yeah, but at least I'm doing it!
Ross: You know what, he's a big boy, I'm sure he'll find us, ok?
Monica: So I'm kissing everyone?
Chandler: I'm sorry you misunderstood...
Chandler: Yeah, not bad right? You know what, Monicas gonna be working late, so I'm gonna make this place spotless. You know what else I'm gonna do, know what else I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go downstairs, I'm gonna get her some flowers. Now who wouldn't wanna live with me?
Ross: Look, you can't do this Mon. All right, if you do this, I'm, I'm gonna, I'm, I'm gonna.....
Chandler: Little toast here. I know this isn't exactly the kind of Thanksgiving that all of you all planned, but for me, this has been really great, you know, I think because it didn't involve divorce or projectile vomiting. Anyway, I was just thinking, I mean, if you'd gone to Vail, and if you guys'd been with your family, if you didn't have syphilis and stuff, we wouldn't be all together, you know? So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm very thankful that all of your Thanksgivings sucked.
Phoebe: I'm in.
Ross: I'm fine. Just-just... having my worst fear realised...
Ross: Okay, I'm scum, I'm scum.
Joey: I'm gonna be in the waitin' room, handing out cigars.
Phoebe: I'm Phoebe Buffay.
Monica: I'm Monica Geller. I've been taking care of you.
Chandler: Well, I'm gonna get another espresso. Can I get you another latte?
EDDIE: Well, not unless it's got something to do with dehydrating my man because right now I'm a dehydrating maniac!
Chandler: Are you okay? I'm so sorry, he wouldn't leave. He kept asking me about chicken.
Ross: Well, I was with Carol for like eight years and I lost her. And now if it's possible I think I love you even more. So, it's hard for me to believe that I'm not gonna, well that someone else is not going to take you away.
Ross: Ok, ok. I'm gonna come out to Long Island with you, I mean, you can't be alone right now.
Susan: Yes, I'm familiar with the concept. We can just look for it.
Ross: (pauses) I'm pretty sure that it is...
Ross: Then, uh, then we got dressed, and I-I... I walked her to the- (looks up, realises, and points) -the bus stop... I'm fine.
Ross: Marcel, c'mere, c'mere. (He sits down and Marcel jumps down and sits beside him) Well buddy, this is it. There's just a coupla things I want to say. I'm really gonna miss you, and I'm never gonna forget about you. You've been more than just a pet to me, you've been more like a be- (Marcel climbs down and starts humping his leg) Okay, Marcel, please, could you leave my leg alone? Could you just stop humping me for two seconds?! Marcel, would- okay, just take him away. Just take him.
Chandler: I'm not moving out.
Mike: You know, I really don't feel very comfortable making this decision. You know, Phoebe knows you better, I'm gonna let her choose. (he leaves)
Joey: (offended) Oh well I think I am, yeah and I think I'm definitely gonna get the part.
Rachel and Phoebe: I'm so sorry! No I'm sorry! No I'm sorry! No I'm sorry!
Ross: I'm having a son. Um...
Chandler: I'm sorry!
Ross: I'm just sayin' if dogs do experience jet lag, then, because of the whole um, seven dog years to one human year thing, then, when a dog flies from New York to Los Angeles, he doesn't just lose three hours, he loses like a week and a half.
Rachel: No, I'm sorry, we're all out of those. Anybody else?
Chandler: I know it. You know, I'm totally gonna ask her out.
RACHEL: Ohh, I'm gonna have to get over it. God, see I didn't know that's I had to do, I just have to get over it.
Joey: I'm Joey Tribbiani.
Ronni: Oh, no thanks, I'm just waiting for, uh, Joey Tribbiani.
Rachel: I mean, we are way past the fling thing, I mean, I am feeling things that I've only read about in Danielle Steele books, you know? I mean, when I'm with him, I'm totally, totally...
Rachel: Hi, I'm Rachel.
Erica: I don't think so. Although, they did mention something about two heartbeats. But I thought that was just mine and the baby's. They kept saying both heartbeats are really strong, and I thought well, that's good 'cause I'm having a baby.
Ross: Look, I'm sure it would be great, but I-I think one of us has to be thinking clearly, so, I'm gonna go!
Joey: I'm sure he's not more bummed out than I am.
Joey: I'm...happy...for you?
Joey: Ma, I'm sorry. I just did what I thought you'd want.
Roger: Well, I'm not I'm not at all surprised they feel that way.
Joey: I'm tellin' you Ross, she wants you.
Barry: You know, you were right? I mean, I thought we were happy. We weren't happy. But with Mindy, now I'm happy. Spit.
Ronni: Oh, I'm Ronni. Ronni Rappelano? The mistress?
Joey: You're right, I'm sorry. You're right.
MONICA: All right, look, Ross. I realize that you have issues with Carol and Susan, and I feel for you, I do. But if you don't help me cook, I'm gonna take a bunch of those little hot dogs, and I'm gonna create a new appetizer called "pigs in Ross". All right, ball the melon.
Aurora: (moves Chandler's arm and look at his watch.) Oh my God, I'm late. (She starts to get up.)
Carol: Oh, no no no. I'm fine. I'm fine.
Rachel: (she's wearing an oven mitt to protect her hand) I give up you guys, I don't know what I'm going to do with this thing!
Dr. Franzblau: It is nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Franzblau. I'm your roommate's... brother's... ex-wife's obstetrician.
Joey: Well, I'm totally over it Chandler. Friends forever! Don't come out here!
Ross: Let-let me make sure I'm hearing this right, you're ending this with me because I'm too whiney? (Janice makes an agreeing sound.) So you're saying, I've become so whiney that I annoy you, Janice.
Charlie: (talking to Ross) I feel like I owe you an explanation. I don't ordinarily go around kissing guys at parties. I'm... well, I'm kind of embarrassed. I really hope you don't think less of me.
Ross: OK. (closes eyes) I'm in my apartment...
Ross: Uh, I'm not really a shot drinking kinda guy.
Ross: Uh, nothing, I'm sure they'll be impressed with your excellent compuper skills.
Monica: I'm so glad you liked them!
Steve: You know, I don't know what I'm looking for.
Ross: No no no, she gets a credit, hey, I'm in there too.
DR. BURKE: Ah, that's OK, come on in. Um, I'm sorry, is Monica Geller coming? I was told she was.
Ross: I'm having a boy! I-I'm having a boy!
Monica: No I'm not sure that it's the best way to hear everything. Someone get me a glass!
Rachel: Ok, I, I hear what you're sayin'. I'm with you. Um, but I, but I'm trying really hard. And I think I'm doing better. I really do. Does anybody need coffee? (everyone in the place raises their hand) Oh, look at that.
Phoebe: Okay, don't worry, I'm just checking to see if the muscle's in spasm...huh.
Joey: I don't know. We're talking about whipped fish, Monica. I'm just happy I'm keeping it down, y'know?
Phoebe: I'm so embarrassed, I'm the one he hit on!
Phoebe: Oh, I'm sorry, oh, I just, I thought we could have them whipped and then add some peas and onions.
Rachel: I don't know, I mean, this is just my initial gut feeling... but I'm thinking... oh, I'm thinking it'd be really great.
Susan: I thought they could...I'll try to get back as soon as I can. I'm sorry. (Ross realizes Kristin was expecting him to laugh, so he starts to laugh hysterically.)
Phoebe: Oh. Uh, I'm on. (picks up the phone)
Chandler: I'm not in a meeting. I'm right... Whoops.
Joey: I'm takin' Ursula tonight. It's her birthday.
Phoebe: (entering) Hi, sorry I'm late, I couldn't find my bearings.
Rachel: So did I. I'm really glad Monica asked us out.
Joey: Why? Is it because I'm friends with Phoebe?
Monica, Joey, and Phoebe: (singing) I'm on top of the world, looking down on creation and the only explanation I can find, is the wonders I've found ever since...
Ross: Well, I don't know.... (gestures) huh-huh.... but I'm hoping (gestures) huh-huh.
Fake Monica: I'm not too bad. Fortunately, blue's my colour. How-how did you know I was here?
Phoebe: (as Ursula) I'm sorry.
Joey: Then, uh, then I'm sorry.
Ross: I'm not a nice guy.