words in movies
Chandler: Pheebs, can you help me pick out an engagement ring for Monica? I cant figure this out! Its so hard! Should I get her a (turning to each page) Tiffany cut or a Princess cut or aah-ah! Paper cut!
Phoebe: You told me.
Chandler: Well, its because I trust you, youre one of my best friends, and you walked in on me when I was looking at ring brochures.
Chandler: Me too.
Ross: Well, if hes angry, he really shouldnt just cover it up. I-I wish he would just tell me the truth.
Rachel: Yeah thats great. But first, wait, talk to me, talk to me. Tell me about your day.
Rachel: No Paul, I dont know anything about you! Yknow, like-like your childhood! Tell me about your childhood!
Paul: Nope! That never happened to me!
Rachel: All right Paul, Im not asking for a lot here. Okay? Just give me something. Anything!
Paul: I wanted a big wheel. And instead my parents got me this little plastic chicken that you hop around on. It was embarrassing; kids made fun of me. That was a pretty tough year.
Paul: It was horrible. They called me chicken boy.
Paul: And in fifth grade I got into a fight. Well, it wasnt really a fight. Richard Darinvel bit me on the nose and, and I feel down. I still have a little scare right here (points to it) you can see it.
Chandler: Yknow, Im so glad I picked you to help me with this.
Phoebe: (coming over after returning the musket) Wait a minute, no, this is, this is the reason you brought me. Okay? I know how to haggle. So let me handle this from here on out.
Chandler: Sir, can I ask you to umm, could you hold out that ring and ask me to marry you?
Male Jeweler: Okay. (Holds out the ring, deadpan.) Will you marry me?
Joey: Hey-hey-hey-ho-ho, I got this one. Here you go. (Hands Gunther Chandlers card.) Yknow I gotta tell ya, sometimes I justI dont get Chandler. Yknow, me and him do stuff all the time without you and you dont get all upset.
Phoebe: Okay. Then, take the tiara back and let me hold the musket again. (He hands it to her and Phoebe poses in front of one of those small mirrors.) Somethings missing. Its not Okay oh, let me see the ring my friend picked out.
Phoebe: Oh my God!! (She runs after him, but sets of the security system, which locks the stores door and brings down a set of bars behind her, caging her in.) No! What?! Help me! Let me out! Now! (Points the musket at them.)
Paul: Would you .Would you hug me?
Joey: Come on! Itll be fun! Me, you, and Ross, and Paul probably
Phoebe: Some guy bought it. Im sorry. I tired to stop it but they (points to the jeweler) put me in jail!
Chandler: Yeah but when he proposed to me with the ring I got goose bumps.
Joey: Can I tell you something? Me too.
Rachel: Ah thats great. No actually thats (In a sexy voice) Thats great! Thats really great! Yknow, I gotta tell ya writing, I mean writing, gets me uh, gets me kinda hot.
Rachel: Okay, hold on real quick, hold on a second let me just uh, (sits on the counter and buttons her sweater to show some cleavage) get a little more comfortable here. Wait, now wait a second, this isnt too revealing is it?
Paul: What?! I cant believe youre trying to stifle me! When just 14 hours ago we figured out that that is exactly what my mother was trying to do to me!
Paul: Oh Rachel, Im so sorry. I didnt mean to overwhelm you. Its just that, when those gates open, you (Starts to breakdown.) Hard to close em. But they are closed now. Believe me.
Chandler: I cant believe I let you talk me into buying this stupid gumball machine looking ring!
Phoebe: Oh, okay. (Walks over to him.) Excuse me sir? Could you come with me please? You have a phone call.
Chandler: (to him) Hi! Hi. Okay, there was a slight mix-up at the jewelry store, the ring youre about to propose with was supposed to be held for me. So, Im gonna need to have that back. (The guy isnt sure.) But, in exchange Im willing to trade you this beautiful, more expensive ring. (Looking at the ring.) Ew.
Customer: It is beautiful, but Im gonna use this one. Now, if youll excuse me.
Customer: I dont know. (Pause) Let me see the ring.
Chandler: Guys? (They ignore him.) Ive got something important to tell ya. (Still nothing so he walks over and stands in front of the TV.) Guys? (They lean over to try and watch the TV, Chandler mimics them.) Guys?! (Pause) Im gonna ask Monica to marry me.
Chandler: Im gonna ask Monica to marry me.
Phoebe: Remember, a virgin for me please.
Allesandro: Just give me a chance too
Mrs. Tribbiani: I know you did, cookie. Oh, I know you did. So tell me. Did you see her?
Zack: (looking very puzzled) Okaaay... so eh... so tell me, how did you guys meet.
Ross: Okay. (sees two people sitting in their seats.) Uh, huh. Excuse me, Im sorry, I-I think you may be in our seats.
Joey: Yeah, well, that's fine, but the important thing is that I finished it. And uh, I think it's really good, but y'know it'd really help me is if I could hear it. So would you guys read it for me?
Ross: (starts to cry) FINE BY ME!! (he opens the door and traps Chandler behind it)
Chandler: Okay, give me a chance to win my money back. Okay? Sudden death, one goal, $1,000.
PHOEBE: 'Cause my, my grandmother's never had chicken pox. Please, please tell me you have, 'cause oh my God, I forgot how cute you are.
Joey: No, no! Don't try to turn this around on me, ok? I'm not some kind of... social work, ok, that you can just... do.
Richards Date: Well, I just wanted to see where you lived. Now, give me the tour.
Chandler: I saw you checking me out during the game last night.
Joey: Thanks for telling me!
Monica: Ah, well if you dont clear this off, you wont be getting one of those from me. But Bens coming over here tomorrow to play this game, this cant be there.
Chandler: (in a high pitched voice) What?! I didnt even know thatWhy didnt you tell me?! (Pause) Why am I talking like this?!
Ross: Good! Me neither! So its not a problem. Were just two friends who happen to be roommates.
Chandler: Hey, you know what, here's a thought. Why don't you stay home from work today and just hang out with me.
Mrs. Bing: You are gonna be fine, believe me.
Monica: Hi. About last night... I know you are under a lot of stress and even though the things you said hurt me a little bit... My point is, uh, well, I'm willing to take my job back.
The Acting Teacher: All right, lets start with some basics. Can anybody tell me what the difference between upstage and downstage is?
Joey: And I gotta pay rent! Look, how-how about this? You dont fire me, instead I stay here, I gain their trust, and theyll start listening to all the nice things Ive been saying about you.
Chandler: (to Janice) Okay. (to Joey) Joey, trade lives with me!
Monica: Thats because their nerves are probably deadened from being so stupid. But hey, y'know if you dont believe me, please, by my guest.
Joeys Sister: So! Me neither! God, Mary-Angela was right you do have the softest lips.
Chandler: Without me?!
Monica: Phoebe, she sounded pretty upset to me.
Chandler: I dunno what it is, it just doesnt quite feel like Christmas to me.
Chandler: I tell people secrets. It makes them like me.
Chandler: The fact that you'd even ask that question shows how little you know me.
Ross: Really?! Wow! Thats-thats so nice, what are you gonna get me?
MONICA: So what, he's a little older, big deal, I mean he's important to me. Ya know if you ask him, he might take you on his Jag. [walks off]
Phoebe: Okay. (they start to leave, he is still following her) Okay, you don't have to walk behind me any more.
Chandler: Does for me.
Chandler: No-no-no! I am the king of bad Thanksgivings. You can't just swoop in here with your bad marriage and take that away from me.
Ross: Pheebs come on! I mean, consider the source! Of course her ex-husbands gonna say that stuff. Now, if youll excuse me
Chandler: Yeah, its like someone literally wrote down my worst nightmare and then charged me $32 to see it!
Phoebe: Joey, I cant believe you would do that for me.
FBOB: I guess I'm saying, I'll try and quit. I kinda like that you worry about me. [they hug]
Phoebe: You guys, um I know that this really doesn't have anything to do with me, but um I love you guys too. (Joins in on the hug.) Oh, I really needed that. (Goes and sits down.)
Ross: Rachel, only one of us can do it, you have to choose. You and me together again. (he winks at her and Rachel looks disgusted)
Rachel: You like me?
Monica: Ohh, everybody at the restaurant still hates me.
Chandler: What a minute, I know that hat! I was taken aboard that hat! They did experiments on me! I cant have children!!
Emily: Dont you point your pants at me! (She throws them on the floor.) We have no choice! Anywhere thats half-decent wouldve be booked months ago, Ross dont you understand? This is our wedding Im talking about.
Rachel: Oh no-no-no dont say but! No-no, buts never good! Lets just leave it at, you like me and I like you.
Ross: Believe me, it seems like less because they hid it from us for so long.
Chandler: Would you like me to write her a little poem as well?
Emily: Me too.
Rachel: What? What are you talking about?! You-you're the one who's been telling me to get over Ross and move on. I'm moving on, and you're moving on with me. Come on, give me one good reason why you don't wanna go.
Helen: (Over the intercom) So you still want me to send her psychological profile to Personnel?
Rachel: (stopping a nurse who's coming out of a room) Oh, uhm, excuse me, I'm here to see my father. My name is Rachel Green.
Emily: Me too!
Rachel: Joey, youre gonna have to stop rushing me, you know what? You dont get any dessert.
Sandy: Like in my last job, I met Daniel when he was three weeks old. And I got to watch him grow into this awesome person... When I left, I said: I'll see you soon... And he said to me: Skdandy... (Ross and Rachel look puzzled) That was his name for me... I'll see you every day... right in... (points at his heart, but starts to cry before he can finish his sentence. Rachel tries to comfort him, but Ross has this "you've got to be kidding me" look all over him)
Rachel: The beef? Yeah, that was weird to me, too. But then, yknow, I thought well, theres mincemeat pie, I mean thats an English dessert, these people just put very strange things in their food, yknow. [To Joey] Oh! by the way, can I borrow some Rum from your place?
Rachel: You want me to just quit my job so that you can feel like youve got a girlfriend?
Phoebe: Hurry! Monicas gonna make you pack! Shes got jobs for everyone! Now, its too late for me, but save your selves! (The guys scramble for the door.)
Mona: I dont understand. You-you give me a key to your apartment and then you change the lock.
Monica: I can�t believe I did this. I can�t believe I'm singing for the people, and they liked me! Hey, did you hear thatone shouting �look at those tips�! I mean, did I really help you get a lot of tips?
Chandler: I hear ya. (Pause) But! Unfortunately, my company is transferring me overseas!
Ross: Excuse me?
Chandler: Okay, I accept that. When Janice asked me and I said no, she took that to mean that I was calling her a cow.
Phoebe: Youre the cook! With out you its just me driving up to peoples houses with empty trays and asking for money!
Sarah: Could you do me one favor, if its not too much trouble?
Phoebe: Excuse me.
Chandler: No-no, I dont think you heard me. Are you ready to party?!
Monica: My God, you cant even look at me! Can you?
Ross: (laughs) Move in with me.
Joey: (To the rest of the gang) Hey, see that? He just needed his pal to come home. All right, uh, Ive got to go memorise my lines. (Starts to go his bedroom) Me and Charlton Heston bright and early tomorrow morning! Yeah-yeah!
Chandler: Yknow uh, you didnt really have to help me pack.
Joey: (entering) Hey. (Ross turns to see who it is, and seeing its Joey he just ignores him and turns back around.) Ross, I know youre pissed at me, but we have to talk about this.
RACHEL: (lowers voice to imitate Ross) "Yeah."� (Clears throat.)� "Me too."
Rachel: Me, Fledermaus, great. I really(motions to Joshua.)
Chandler: Are you kidding me?! Joey. Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey! Joey!!
Joey: (proudly) Oh, you should here me.
Joey: Yeah! And hey, thanks for coming with me. And thanks again for helping me take a shower.
Joey: Well then help me get it off! Plus, it smells really bad in here.
Ross: Hey, yknow, yknow what would make me really happy?
Phoebe: No, you have to let me in right now!!
Phoebe: No-no, let me in!
CHANDLER: It's like this, me, no jokes.
Kate: (drunk) So you really think those newspapers are just jealous of me?
Monica: No. No, just, just, just a couple more boxes. It-it-its no big deal, all right, Im-Im cool. You gotta help me out with a couple more boxes!
Chandler: Then dont leave me!
Phoebe: Me too.
Phoebe: Me too.
Ross: (To Chandler) You made out with Missy Goldberg. How could you do that, after you promised me?
PHOEBE: I'm just, I'm, I'm, I'm used to playing for grown-ups. Ya know, they just, grown-ups drink their coffee and do their grown-up thing, ya know, and kids listen. This is a huge responsibility. What? Are you gonna kiss me?
Joey: Ah. Yeah. Well look, the thing is its the same day as my nieces christening and I really want my parents to be there in time to see me. Cause my parts just in the beginning Im not even in the rest of the showWedding!
Joey: Im sorry! Okay? I went down to the gift shop and its either this or a bathrobe! Look, whats more important, the way Im dressed or me being with you on your special day?
Monica: Look, I don't even know how I feel about him yet. Just give me a chance to figure that out.
Kate: I dont care. Why, do you want me to care?
Ross: Look guys, when Im with her its-its-its like she brings this-this-this great side out of me. I mean I-I-I love her, yknow?
Ross: Thats cause-cause youre moms dog kept-kept looking at me.
Ross: Let me ask you something, at your school was there a like uh a place on campus where students went to uh, fool around.
Ross: So unbelievable. She was supposed to meet me half an hour ago with Emma. (he tries to take a cookie but Monica slaps his hand)
JOEY: Let me get that. (to Chandler) You got five bucks?
Ross: Uhh, believe me when hes older, hell understand.
Tommy: Ice coffee? Tell me its ice coffee!
Joey: Hey, Im with you. He even asked me if I thought youd go out with him.