words in movies
Mr. Geller: Wait, how do you zoom out? (zooms out and we see an extremely overweight Monica eating a big sandwich) There she is.
Mr. Geller: It is off. Right Ross? (pans over to see Ross with an afro and moustache)
Joey: Lookin' good Mr. Cotter.
Mr. Geller: C'mon kid, let's go.
Mr. Geller: Let's show 'em.
Mr. Geller: (going downstairs) Rachel, ready or not, here comes your knight in shiningOh no. (Chip has shown up and the four are leaving.)
Mr. Heckles: (to Eric) Who are you?
Monica: Oh. Hi, Mr.Heckles.
Mr. Douglas: Nina.
Mr.Heckles: See, this is just the kind of thing I was talking about.
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. 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.)
Nina: Mr.Douglas... (flirting defensively) ..cool tie.
Mr Campbell: Dating profile? I-I-I'm talking about the work resumé.
[Scene: The Hotel, Monicas room, Mr. and Mrs. Bing are staring at each other while Phoebe looks on.]
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, its Joeys second lesson with Rachel as the resident sailing expert.]
Mr. Heckles: Whaddyou want?
Phoebe: Okay, thank you, Mr. Heckles. (They move off)
Mr. Heckles: I wasn't ready for it.
Phoebe: (with a deep voice) Mr. Bing's office. (Listens) No I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now.
(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. Heckles: That's my monkey.
Mr. Douglas: Youre kidding? She seems so...
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.
[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.
All: Hey! Hey, Mr. Trib!
Mr. Thompson: (approaching) Mr. Tribbiani.
Ross: (turning towards him) Yes Mr. Lewis, how can I help you?
Mr. Geller: Well, the garage flooded sweetie and it ruined everything in your boxes. Im sorry.
MNCA: So, Mr. Rastatter, what exactly does this job entail? The ad wasn't too clear.
Mr. Geller: Well Im peeking. (He peeks.) Oh my God!
MR. TREEGER: You never know.
MONICA: Mr. Heckles.
Mr.Heckles: I could have cats.
MR. BOYLE: He didn't have any.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is sitting at her desk as Mr. Waltham comes in.]
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.)
PHOEBE: Ok, it's very faint, but I can still sense him in the building. Go into the light, Mr. Heckles!
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]
RACHEL: [answering the door] Mr. Treeger.
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
MR. TREEGER: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
MR. TREEGER: Uhh, you said there was a party.
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
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.)
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.
MR A: Phoebe?
MR A: You're saying, my wife is in you?
MONICA: Hello, Mr. Heckles.
MR. GELLER: Hi.
Mr. Geller: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
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. 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: I know. He's like a new man. It's like a scene from Cocoon.
MR. GELLER: Some of your old stuff.
MR. GELLER: Let's show 'em.
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
MR. GELLER: The button, the button.
MR A: Everything.
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. Ratstatter's office. Monica is there.]
MR. GELLER: Oh thank you.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Monica is in the bathroom and Richard comes in.]
MR. GELLER: C'mon, tell us.
MR. GELLER: Of course she would, you're a college man.
MR. GELLER: Am I supposed to stand here and listen to this on my birthday?
PHOEBE: Yes, hi, Mr. Adelman. Thanks for meeting me.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey! Hello, babe! Wh what're what're you doing here?
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.
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. TREEGER: [to Rachel who is standing under mistletoe] So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
MR. GELLER: Everybody smile.
Mr. Posner: Yes, thats very good. Now a uh, big part of this job is cultivating personal relationships, especially with designers.
Mr. Zelner: Ive asked Lee from human resources to be here as a witness to our conversation.
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
Mr. Heckles: Yeah, it's my cat. Give me my cat.
Mr. Geller: They never did, so if ever see me giving them legal advice just nod along. Shall we?
MR. GELLER: Judy, Judy, relax, this is our little harmonica we're talking about. We taught her well. Ten percent of your paycheck, where does it go?
MR. GREENE: Scotch.
MR. GREENE: Neat.
MR. GREENE: To get my coat.
MR. GREENE: You work and you work and you work on a boat...
MR. GREENE: Get my glasses too.
MR A: Well, I don't know what to tell you dear. The only thing I can think of is that she always used to say that before she died, she wanted to see everything.
MR. BOYLE: All right, kids. Here's the deal. According to my client's will, he wants to leave all his earthly possessions to "the noisy girls in the apartment above mine".
MR. GREENE: Thank you. Is that one of my cigarettes?
MR. DOUGLAS: Rough numbers?
JOEY: Hey. Mr. Douglas is looking for you.
Monica: (entering with everyone else including Mr. Geller) Hi! Hey look whos here!
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
MR. WINEBURG: Stay well.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
Chandler: All right fine, don't do anything, just sit here and talk to us, meanwhile she is talking to him about you. And he's being Mr. Joe Sensitive, and she starts thinking 'Maybe this is the guy for me, because he understands me.'
[Time lapse. The gang is sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner. Chandler is at the head of the table, Mr and Mrs Geller are to his right. Joey and Ross are to his left. Monica is serving things. Phoebe is in the living room and Rachel is at the sink.]
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
MR. WINEBURG: Rachel!
ROSS: Ok. Here's his diaper bag, and his uh, Mr. Winky, and uh...oh, him. Hi!