words in movies
All: Hey! Hey, Mr. Trib!
Mr. Tribbiani: Just for a coupla days. I got a job midtown. I figure I'm better off staying with the kid than hauling my ass back and forth on the ferry. (Sees Roger) I don't know this one.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
Mr. Tribbiani: (To Phoebe) What happened to the, uh, puppet guy?
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh, 'scuse me. So Ross, uh, how's the wife? (Ross whines and lays his head on Chandler's shoulder) Off there too, uh? Uh, Chandler, quick, say something funny!
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Mr. Tribbiani is on the phone.]
Mr. Tribbiani: Gotta go. I miss you too, I love you, but it's getting real late now
Mr. Tribbiani: Her name's Ronni. She's a pet mortician.
Mr. Tribbiani: Remember when you were a little kid, I used to take you to the navy yard and show you the big ships?
Mr. Tribbiani: No, it's only been six years. I just wanted to put a nice memory in your head so you'd know that I wasn't always such a terrible guy. ...Joe. Y'ever been in love?
Mr. Tribbiani: Then y'haven't. You're burning your tomatoes.
Mr. Tribbiani: Joe, your dad's in love big time. And the worst part of it is, it's with two different women.
Mr. Tribbiani: Of course, course one of 'em's Ma. What's the matter with you.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, Joe.
Mr. Tribbiani: Huh?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey! Hello, babe! Wh what're what're you doing here?
Mr. Tribbiani: Thank you. Uh...
Mr. Tribbiani: I don't want you taking that thing.
Mr. Tribbiani: We'll go to a hotel.
Mr. Tribbiani: You're gonna keep an eye on us?
Mr. Tribbiani: What kinda change?
Mr. Tribbiani: I can't do that!
Mr. Tribbiani: Yeah, but this is
Rachel: Perfect. Fasten your seatbelts, it's peepee time. (She goes into Joey and Chandler's apartment, where Mr. Tribbiani is reading the paper) Hey, Mr. Trib.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey. Morning, dear.
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
Mr Zelner: This may surprise you, but re-hiring fired employees, is not my main job.
Mr.Heckles: I can hear you through the ceiling. My cats cant sleep.
Ross: Hi! (To Mrs. Bing) Hi! (Mr. Bing starts rubbing his arm.) Hi. Has umm, anyone seen Chandler?
Monica: (voice on answering machine) Hi! If youre calling before Saturday, youve reached Monica and Chandler. But if youre calling after Saturday, youve reached Mr. and Mrs. Bing! Please leave a message for the Bings!
Mr. Geller: I think there are people in there having sex.
Mr. Geller: Listen to me! When my time comes, I wanna be buried at sea.
Mr. Geller: I'd like that.
Chandler: Have you figured out what started the fire Mr. Fireman?
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Geller, you look wonderful, it is great to have you hear, let us take off your coats!
Mr. Geller: Whaddya got there?
Judge: So based on your petition you are seeking an annulment on the grounds that Mr. Geller is mentally unstable.
Chandler: Well, aren't we Mr. "The glass is half empty."
Mr Zelner: (Takes a long look at the egg while he considers it) Wow, that's pretty cool (Takes the egg from Ross)
Mark: Okay, okay look, I know I'm being Mr. Inappropriate today, but it's just so tough, I mean see you walking around and I just wanna touch you and hold you, come on no one's around, just, just kiss me.
MRS. GREENE: Oh well thank you. Such a gentleman. Thank you. [Chandler takes the hot pink coat and grimaces at it] Ahh, it all looks so nice, so festive, all the balloons... [Chandler, remembering that Joey and Mr. Greene are in the bedroom, throws her coat in a cupboard] The funniest thing happened to me on the way here. I was...[Joey peeks out]
Salon girl: Ok. Very good. Have a seat right over here Mr. Bing and Sonia will be right with you.
Mr. Geller: Beautiful! (Turns to watch with him)
Mr. Geller: Why would you serve food on such a sharp stick? (Looking a toothpick)
Mr. Thompson: Our next item is the romantic trip to Paris. (Pause.) It goes to Emil Alexander high a high bid of 2,300.
Mr. Thompson: So glad you brought someone.
Mrs. Bing: Mr. Geller.
Mr. Thompson: Your generous contribution brings us a big step closer to building the youth center.
Mr Zellner: (confused) That's great!
Monica: All right relax Mr. Ive Had Sex Four Times!
Mr. Geller: Yknow how the garage floods every Spring?
Phoebe: Where are you going, Mr. Suity-Man?
The Director: (entering carrying a newspaper) Here we go people! (starts reading the review) Boxing Day! The Lucille Lortel Theatre, blah-la-la-la Ah-ha! Joey Tribianni, gives an uneven performance, but Mr. Tribianni is not the worst thing in this production.
Mr. Geller: All-right fine, but I just want to say, Im not paying for your wine cellar. You thieving, would be speaking German if it werent for us, cheap little man. (Emilys stepmum looks shocked. Jack and Judy get up and leave.)
Mr. Geller: Not just restaurants, from our house.
Monica: Oh. Hi, Mr.Heckles.
Mr. Douglas: Nina.
Mr. Geller: 'Cause there's time to make up for that. We can do stuff together. You always wanted to go to that Colonial Williamsburg. How 'bout we do that?
Mr. Geller: I was just thinking. When my time comes-
Mr. Heckles: (to Eric) Who are you?
Mr.Heckles: See, this is just the kind of thing I was talking about.
Nina: Mr.Douglas... (flirting defensively) ..cool tie.
Phoebe: (with a deep voice) Mr. Bing's office. (Listens) No I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now.
Mr Campbell: Dating profile? I-I-I'm talking about the work resumé.
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, its Joeys second lesson with Rachel as the resident sailing expert.]
Phoebe: Okay, thank you, Mr. Heckles. (They move off)
Mr. Heckles: I wasn't ready for it.
[Scene: The Hotel, Monicas room, Mr. and Mrs. Bing are staring at each other while Phoebe looks on.]
Mr. Heckles: Whaddyou want?
Mr. Heckles: That's my monkey.
(Mr. Heckles opens the door)
Mr. Geller: (also lying) Ill help you dial.
Mr. Heckles: C'mere, Patti. (Marcel turns round)
Mr. Heckles: C'mere, Patti. (Turns to Mr. Heckles)
Mr. Geller: Well, the garage flooded sweetie and it ruined everything in your boxes. Im sorry.
Phoebe: Hi, its Phoebe. Listen someones gonna have to take my 9:00 with Mr. Rehack, cause its like 9:15 now, and Im not there.
Mr. Douglas: Youre kidding? She seems so...
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Mr. and Mrs. Geller enter looking particularly refreshed. Monica follows looking rather pale.]
Mr. Heckles: You owe me a waffle.
Mr. Thompson: (approaching) Mr. Tribbiani.
Ross: (turning towards him) Yes Mr. Lewis, how can I help you?
MNCA: So, Mr. Rastatter, what exactly does this job entail? The ad wasn't too clear.
MR. GELLER: There you go. So she dips into her savings, that's what it's there for. She's gonna be fine, and if you need a little extra, you know where to find it. [pulls a quarter from behind her ear]
MR. TREEGER: You never know.
MONICA: Mr. Heckles.
Mr.Heckles: I could have cats.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is sitting at her desk as Mr. Waltham comes in.]
Mr. Geller: Well Im peeking. (He peeks.) Oh my God!
MR. BOYLE: He didn't have any.
Chandler: Oh well, not as lovely as you. I mean, I cant believe that you would have a thirty-year-old daughter! (To Mr. Geller) And you! I cant believe that you would have a tux thats thirty years old! (Puts his hand on Mr. Gellers shoulder.)
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
PHOEBE: Ok, it's very faint, but I can still sense him in the building. Go into the light, Mr. Heckles!
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
RACHEL: [answering the door] Mr. Treeger.
MR. TREEGER: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
MR. TREEGER: Uhh, you said there was a party.
MR A: Phoebe?
MR A: You're saying, my wife is in you?
Ross: Oh God, thank you! (Runs and gives all of them a group hug.) Umm, uh, Mr. Stevens Id like you to meet my friends uh, this is Phoebe, Monica, and Chandler.
MONICA: Hello, Mr. Heckles.
Mr. Zelner: Yeah, its not like I dont have a sense of humor, huh? Hell, I even enjoy a naughty limerick now and then. But theres a time and a place, huh?! Unless you uh, have a limerick right now? (They both nod no.) No? Okay, well uh, youve (Grabs the chocolates.) got my fax number. (Exits.)
Mr. Geller: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
MR. GELLER: I know. He's like a new man. It's like a scene from Cocoon.
Mr. Zelner: Umm, no. Thanks, but Ill give these to Betty. (Rachel glances at Tag to say, "See?") So I read your evaluation of Tag, or to use his full name, Tag Sweetcheeks Jones. Is something going on with you two?
MR. GELLER: Hi.
MR. GELLER: Some of your old stuff.
MR. GELLER: Let's show 'em.
ROSS: Oh, mine too. Isn't that neat, scotch neat. Would you excuse me? [walks out in the hallway, Mr. Greene is walking out of Chandler and Joey's apartment] Hey, hey, where you uh, sneakin off to mister?
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
MR. GELLER: The button, the button.
MR A: Everything.
[Scene: Mr. Ratstatter's office. Monica is there.]
Mr. Geller: Don't listen to your mother. You're independent, and you always have been! Even when you were a kid... and you were chubby, and you had no friends, you were just fine! And you would read alone in your room, and your puzzles...
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Monica is in the bathroom and Richard comes in.]
MR. GELLER: Am I supposed to stand here and listen to this on my birthday?
MR. GELLER: Oh thank you.
MR. GELLER: C'mon, tell us.
MR A: Oh, wait, I remember, she also said she wanted to sleep with me one last time.
JOEY: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet-tooth.
Mr. Geller: She went to pick up Aunt Liddy.
PHOEBE: Yes, hi, Mr. Adelman. Thanks for meeting me.
MR. GELLER: Of course she would, you're a college man.
MR. TREEGER: [to Rachel who is standing under mistletoe] So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
Gary Collins: (on TV.) It looks like we have surpassed last year's pledge total! Thank you viewers! The pledge that did it was taken by one of our volunteers (He walks over to where Joey is sitting.) Oh boy! And may I say one of our sharpest dressed volunteers, (Joey stands up.) Mr. Joseph Tribbiani!
Mr. Geller: They never did, so if ever see me giving them legal advice just nod along. Shall we?