words in movies
Joey: (entering) Hey! I'm all packed and ready to go!
Woman: Doctor Geller, I'm such a huge fan!
Joey: No, God, no! No! No no, I'm an actor. You'd probably recognize me from a little show called "The Days of Our Lives".
Sarah: I'm sorry, I don't own a TV.
Monica: David, can you help me?! I'm trying to explain to Chandler how a plane stays in the air.
Monica: Alright, I'm gonna go pick up a few things for the trip.
Phoebe: I'm sooo sorry!! I just... I keep thinking about Mike! I'm crazy about David, and we're having so much fun together. Why-Why do I miss Mike? That's-that's gonna go away, right?
Chandler: David, let me stop you there 'cause I think I see where this is going. I'm not very good at giving advice. So if you want advice, go to Ross, Monica, or... Joey, if the thing you wanna advice about is pizza toppings or burning sensation when you pee.
David: I'm sorry, uh... I just wish I could make her forget about Mike already, you know... Why did Phoebe and Mike break up?
Chandler: Oh, because his penis was too big. (he notices that David is not amused) Oh, I'm sorry, that's the kind of thing I do. (pause) They broke up because Mike didn't want to get married. Hey, what if you just let Phoebe know you'd be open to marriage?
Chandler: David, I'm pretending to read here!!
Ross: (a little embarassed by their conversation) I'm good, I have dinner plans (moves away from them).
Joey: Yeah, yeah. I've got tons of stuff I could do. I'm gonna hit the beach, go swimming...
Monica: Ok, I'm sensing that this is some kind of word play, because you are pink with barely controlled glee.
David: So, ehm... I'm proposing to Pheobe tonight. (Removes a ring box from his pocket and opens it to show Chandler the ring)
Chandler: Nude... (Ross looks at him)... pictures of Anna Kournikova. I'm so sorry.
Chandler: It's not gone! I mean, I'm sure you printed out a copy. You have a hard copy, right?
Chandler: Well, I tried Billy Jean King, but... (Ross glares at him) you know, you and Monica have the same "I'm gonna kill you" look...? I can usually make it go away by kissing her... (Ross continues to glare at him and Chandler leans in as if he's going to kiss Ross)
Monica: This is Monica! I'm Phoebe's friend. Listen, Phoebe is back with David and he's going to propose to her, and she is going to say "yes" but I know she really wants to be with you!
Monica: I... I'm sorry, did you say something? I can't hear through all this damned hair! (Tries to move her huge hair away from the phone, in vain)
Mike: Look, if Phoebe wants to marry David, she should, I'm not gonna stand in the way of that and neither should you.
Joey: I'm so bored! Stupid rain, we... we can't do anything.
Waiter: I'm sorry sir, these are for the pharmaceutical convention (walks away)
Rachel: And... that's the most sex I'm gonna have this weekend.
Rachel: No, I'm not blushing, I'm sunburnt! From, you know, the rain.
David: Ok, I'm gonna take off.
Phoebe: David, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.
Chandler: I'm so glad we've got adjoining rooms!
Rachel: Look at that woman sitting by the pool getting tan... so leathery and wrinkled, I'm so jealous!
Ross: And that's just the herbivores. I'm not even gonna discuss the carnivores, their heads are already too big. Which is ironic considering their stunted cerebral development.
Mike: Oh... I'm back!
Charlie: Oh my God! (pauses) I'm your groupie!
Chandler: Because you know how competitive you get and well, I say it's cute, others disagree, and I'm lying!
Monica: I'm not always that bad!
Charlie: I'm sorry, I can't! I'm running a discussion group all afternoon.
Chandler: I'm not playing with you.
Phoebe: Yeah, I'm out.
Mike: Oh, by the way... I'm awesome!!
Joey: (sitting up again) I'm telling you, Rach, Charlie is not right for me!
Rachel: Yeah, I'm not talking about her...
Rachel: No, I-I-I-I don't, I actually don't know who I'm talking about! So!
Joey: Ok! All right, well... I'm gonna see if I can get a room for the night and I'll... I'll see you later!
Rachel: I don't know, I'm not trying to do anything, it's just, we have such a good time when we're together, you know... I mean, aren't you just a... little curious... (insinuating) what that would be like?...
Rachel: Yeah, he did! (smiling) Oh, see, this is what I'm talking about!
Joey: I know, I know! But I've thought about it a lot since, and it just wouldn't be right... (painfully) I'm sorry...!
Rachel: (regretful) I'm sorry, too! (they look at each other sadly, then she recollects, and puts her hands over her eyes) OH GOD! I shouldn't have said anything!
Monica: Ooh! I'm sorry! I think, I THINK, that may have missed the table!
Mike: That's what I'm thinking.
Mr. Oberblau: I'm just saying, I have a cabin in the Adirondacks if you ever want to get away from the city, well, that'd be (pause) just nifty!
Monica: No, no, no. Honey, I'm ok. Shake it off! (she shakes the wrist and it's more painful) Oh, no! No shaking, no shaking! Ooh! Ooh! (pause) Oh my God! I can't play!
Chandler: Because I'm gonna play for ya.
Ross: I'm sorry... we... we can't.
Aurora: ...Luckily none of the bullets hit the engine block. So, we made it to the border, but just barely, and I- ...I've been talking about myself all night long, I'm sorry. What about you? Tell me one of your stories.
Ross: That's what I'm telling you.
Ross: I'd like to return this couch. I'm not satisfied with it.
Phoebe: Let's just say, I'm glad I'm not Chandler.
Rachel: Ohh, well I'm not totally back yet, but thank you.
The Old Man: No. I'm all alone.
Joey: Priesthood! Look Ross, I'm telling you, she has no idea what you're thinking. If you don't ask her out soon you're going to end up stuck in the zone forever.
Cop: I'm looking for Phoebe Buffay!
Gary: Yeah, I'm gonna say no.
Danny: I'm hungry. Wanna get some pizza? You can keep yelling if there's more.
Danny: You are so dead! I'm gonna get you.
RACHEL: I know, so do I. Oh Phoebe, I'm so glad you made me do this. OK, lemme se yours.
Monica: Yes. Yes, I was. A guy. From work. (Thinks) I'm seeing a guy from work! Ha!
Phoebe: No I'm not. No! If anything I'm making you look better! They'll see you talking to me and that's--I'm a hit!
Monica: I'm crying here!!
Joey: Hey! I'm in, they're gonna let me audition!
Kim: I'm kidding.
Monica: Aunt Syl, stop yelling! All I'm saying is that if you had told me vegetarian lasagna, I would have made vegetarian lasagna. (pauses, listens to person on phone) Well, the meat's only every third layer, maybe you could scrape.
Joey: I'm tellin' ya that girl totally winked at me.
Joey: I'm always on the swings! What am I doing wrong?!
Kim: My late husband gave me that lighter. (Rachel laughs.) I'm not kidding.
Joey: Yeah, sure. (He takes it off and starts reading.) Well, you must be new here. Maybe we shouldI'm sorry, can I ask you something? (He stops and asks a question.)
Kim: Oh sure, every Sunday night I'm telling myself I'm quitting but every Monday morning it's like (Mimics chain smoking.)
Phoebe: I mean, well, 'cause when I was growing up, you know my dad left, and my mother died, and my stepfather went to jail, so I barely had enough pieces of parents to make one whole one. And here's this little baby who has like three whole parents who care about it so much that they're fighting over who gets to love it the most. And it's not even born yet. It's just, it's just the luckiest baby in the whole world. (pause) I'm sorry, you were fighting.
Joey: Well, you're way sounds a lot better than mine. (Thinks about it.) Yeah. Yeah! It's not that I'm a bad actor
Josh: Well, it's getting late, I've got to get to the game, so I'm gonna... head.
Rachel: Nooo! Nooooo! You lent me Monica's earrings?! I'm not allowed to borrow her stuff!
Joey: Soon, soon, I'm gonna be on soon. There I am! (Points to the screen, of course it isn't him.)
Joey: No, I'm not questioning it, I'm saying it's stupid! (Notices Monica standing between them and smiling.) What?! (The camera clicks, taking another picture.)
Joey: Uh-uh nothing. I-I-I-I didn't want you to touch me cause I'm -I'm all sweaty from the workout. I better hit the shower. (Goes into the bathroom and comes back out quickly) Oh my God!
Ross: Okay, I'm working on my flirting.
Phoebe: I'm sorry you guys but, you know, Mike's got his brother and his friends from school so... you know, you were-you were... if it helps you, you were next in line, you just-you just missed the cut.
Chandler: Top of the world? Dock of the bay? (He tries to think of another but can't) I'm out.
Joey: Thanks! I've been working out. Hey listen, is it obvious that I'm wearing six sweaters?
Rachel: I'm sorry.
ROSS: I'm here. How's my little boy? Want Daddy to change your diaper? So, did you have fun with Uncle Joey and Uncle Chandler today?
Ross: One Mississipi, two Mississipi, Three Mis...(the sprayer starts again, spraying him in the face and torso again) WAIT! WAIT! I'm not-I've not finished counting!! (he leaves the booth) (the assistant enters the room)
Chandler: You look amazing. I'm the luckiest man in the world.
Phoebe: (singing) And I'm still waiting for my paper mache man. Thank you my babies.
Ross: Uh actually, I think I'm gonna skip it.
Phoebe: I'm sorry, Frank. I didn't realise things were so bad. You know, I'll help out more. I can - I can babysit any time you want. You name the day, and I'll be there.
Ross: Hey, I'm more cop than you two!
Dr. Rosen: (Smiling even more and attempting to take over) And I'm his friend, Dr.Rosen.
Phoebe: I'm fine, thanks.
Chandler: I'll try, but I'm not sure what good it would do, y'know? Because I'm a lot less afraid of commitment than I used to be.
Caitlin: I'm gonna try. (Walks away and Ross closes the door.)
JOEY: All right look.� (He walks to the hallway.)� If you can't come home and deal with this, then I'm gonna.
RACH: No, Phoebs. I'm dating Russ.
Rachel: Umm, listen, I'm gonna need to take a rain check, my roommate is just really sick. Okay? Bye! (She goes back in to talk to Ross.) Honey, listen, I know, I know things seem so bad right now.
Monica: Well sure! I'm just wearing sweats! (Looking at Chandler and slowly realizing what his point is.) But that's good that you're not in love with me, because you just want a girlfriend!
JOEY: My animals. Hey the guy said they suited me, he spoke with an accent, I was all confused. I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Ross: Hello! I'm in the front seat, okay? I'm Gary's partner!
Phoebe: Uh-huh! (They hug.) I'm so happy. (She's not happy.)
Chandler: I'm not a dropper!
Phoebe: I know, I'm so excited!
Chandler: I don't know; I'm not used to girls making passes at me! ... (She lets go of his tie) Wait a minute... am I sexy in Oklahoma?
Chandler: Oh, come on. What was with that whole Black Bart speech? (mimicking): "When I play poker, I'm not a nice guy!"
Phoebe: Oh, I'm sorry, the oven mitts really freaked me out.
Chandler: Gary, I'm here to report a crime.
Ross: I'm starving!
All: That's terrible! I'm sorry!
Ross: All right, I gotta go. I'm taking Ben to the park.
Phoebe: (Dancing in a swirly, Phoebe kind of way) I'm totally getting it!
Joey: There you go! That's the spirit I'm looking for! What can we do? Huh? All right who's first? Huh? Ross?
ROSS: Yeah, definitely, I'm sure you'll feel totally different when it's our baby.
Joey: Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you had that whole Rachel thing.
Monica: I'm kidding! I'm kidding!
Phoebe: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.
All: All right. Okay. I'm starving! (They all get up, thus officially ending the game.)
Joey: Man, I'm getting pretty tired. You're might have to take over soon.
Chandler: Well, as long as the pilgrims didn't eat it, I'm in.
Rachel: Richard? I'm not gonna go see your ex-boyfriend!
Chandler: I'm sorry, it was a one-time-thing. I was very drunk and i was somebody else's subconscious.
Phoebe: Okay, I'm gonna go too!
Phoebe: Uh-huh, great story! I'm going!
Chandler: I don't know, I'm very tired.
Phoebe: No, don't-don't say I'm sorry with porn!
Chandler: (talking out of the side of his mouth) I'm not mad.
Rachel: Yes of course, absolutely! You're right. I'm sorry.
Monica: I'm so sorry.
Joey: Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell ya. (To Chandler) I'm sorry man.
Monica: You're right. I'm sorry. I should've told you.
Rachel: I'm sorry. I'm done. I'm done.
Ross: All right, all right. You-you-you know what I'm going to do? I am going to order another pizza and when Caitlin gets here, you-you--I will show how well I flirt. Yeah! I will, I will get her phone number! (To Chandler) And not the one on the menu!
Monica: Now, Mom, everything's going fine, really. (Listens) Yeah, Ross is great. He's uh, he's in a whole other place. (Listens) No, he's gone. (Listens) No no, you don't have to fly back, really. (Listens) What do you mean this might be your only chance? (Listens) Would you stop? I'm only 26, I'm not even thinking about babies yet.
Rachel: No, I don't! Ross, I think I'm just a more secure person than you are.
Chandler: I'm just hanging out. Y'know, having fun. Y'know with the girl that I'm seeing casually.
Ross: Yeah, um, I don't know if you noticed, but he had a lot to drink, and you know how he gets when he's drun..uh... (He has caught sight of Joey scowling at him) I can't do this, I did it, it was me, I'm sorry, I kissed your mom.
Ross: I'm fine! I saw a psychiatrist at work today.
Chandler: What does it look like? I'm going home.
Ross: I'm familiar with his work, yes...
Ross: (he bounds into the lounge room) But you didn't! I'm still alive!! Kori, I know this is a big surprise for you. It's a long story but the things you just said really made my day! I mean, the fact that you are here means more to me than if this room were filled with people!
Ursula: Umm, no. See I already thought she was dead so I kinda made my peace with it. Plus, I'm going to a concert tomorrow. So I'd invite you, but umm, I only have two tickets left.
Ross: Well hello! I'm Ross!
Rachel: Okay, y'know what? There's only one way I'm leaving this hotel room.
The Security Guard: I'm just taking you outside!
Monica: Ok, hypothetically, why won't I be married when I'm 40?
Ross: (backing away) I'm good.
Phoebe: No, you threw out Phoebe. I'm Ms. Regina Phalange. Phalange!
JADE: Hi, it's me. Listen, Bob. I'm probably way out of line here. I mean, It has been 3 years, and you're probably seeing someone else now, but if we could just have one night together, just for old time's sake, one hot, steamy, wild night...