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. Geller: Well Im peeking. (He peeks.) Oh my God!
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]
PHOEBE: Ok, it's very faint, but I can still sense him in the building. Go into the light, Mr. Heckles!
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
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. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
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.
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.)
MONICA: Hello, Mr. Heckles.
Mr. Geller: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
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: Hi.
MR. GELLER: Some of your old stuff.
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. GELLER: Let's show 'em.
MR. GELLER: The button, the button.
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
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: C'mon, tell us.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Monica is in the bathroom and Richard comes in.]
MR. GELLER: Oh thank you.
MR A: Oh, wait, I remember, she also said she wanted to sleep with me one last time.
MR. TREEGER: [to Rachel who is standing under mistletoe] So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
PHOEBE: Yes, hi, Mr. Adelman. Thanks for meeting me.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey! Hello, babe! Wh what're what're you doing here?
JOEY: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet-tooth.
MR. GELLER: Am I supposed to stand here and listen to this on my birthday?
MR. GELLER: Of course she would, you're a college man.
Mr. Geller: She went to pick up Aunt Liddy.
Mr. Heckles: Yeah, it's my cat. Give me my cat.
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: 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.
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?
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
Mr. Geller: They never did, so if ever see me giving them legal advice just nod along. Shall we?
Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
MR. GREENE: Scotch.
MR. GREENE: Get my glasses too.
MR. GREENE: Neat.
MR. GREENE: You work and you work and you work on a boat...
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: To get my coat.
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.
JOEY: Hey. Mr. Douglas is looking for you.
MR. DOUGLAS: Rough numbers?
Monica: (entering with everyone else including Mr. Geller) Hi! Hey look whos here!
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.]
ROSS: Ok. Here's his diaper bag, and his uh, Mr. Winky, and uh...oh, him. Hi!
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
MR. WINEBURG: Rachel!
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
MR. WINEBURG: Stay well.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
MR. GREENE: Thank you. Is that one of my cigarettes?
Mr. Geller: Maybe.
MR. GELLER: Oh, Judy. Oh, Judy.
Mr. Geller: I saw Richard.
Mr. Geller: You don't wanna know.
Mr. Geller: No.
Mike: (puts on a fake smile) Where else would lame Mr. No Balls hide it? (he takes the ring from the cake, and cleans it with a napkin)
ROSS: Yes. [pulls them off and hands them to Mr. Greene] I was just warming up the earpieces for you.
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
Chandler: Mr. D, hows it going, sir?
Mr. Geller: Look, there are people like Ross who need to shoot for the stars, with his museum, and his papers getting published. Other people are satisfied with staying where they are- I'm telling you, these are the people who never get cancer.
Mr. Geller: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
Mr. Geller: So you don't wanna go to Williamsburg?
Mr. Geller: She may have died.
Mr. Heckles: Well, Im going to go into my new apartment now. (goes over to the door and opens it) Ehh! (Eric leaves)
MR. GREENE: Are you wearing my glasses?
(In the apartment below, Mr.Heckles is trying to relax and read his newspaper, but Rachel is helplessly dangling upside-down with her ankle wrapped up in the Christmas lights.)
Rachel: Oh thank you so much Mr. Kaplan, thank you so much.
CHANDLER: Yeah, jus' second. Good-bye Mr. Heckles. We'll try to keep it down.
Mr. Geller: Kids, I spoke to a doctor and picked up this pamphlets on how to get pregnant. (He slides them under the door.)
Mr. Heckles: Im Chandlers new roommate.
Mr. Tribbiani: Joe, your dad's in love big time. And the worst part of it is, it's with two different women.
Student: Hey, Mr. Trib.
Mr. Heckles: I could play the oboe!
MR. DOUGLAS: Have the final numbers on my desk by Tuesday.
Rachel: (jumping up from reading her magazine) Yeah, right away Mr. Kaplan.
Mr. Geller: So, I think youre boxes are over here. (They walk over to them.)
Mr. Heckles: Mmm. Bob Buttons. Here, Bob Buttons.
Mr. Geller: Your mother just added him to her list.
Mr. Geller: Oh my God! This is so exciting! Well, get back in there! (Points to the closet) Ill guard the door!
Rachel: (on the phone) Monica, Im quitting! I just helped an 81 year old woman put on a thong and she didnt even buy it! (Pause) Im telling you Im quitting! Thats it! Im talking to my boss right now! (Pause) Yes I am! (Pause) Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Okay bye, call me when you get this message. (Hangs up as her boss, Mr. Waltham, walks in.) Oh! Mr. Waltham, I ah really need to talk to you.
Monica: Mr. Bigot. He tells the most racist jokes.
Mr. Kaplan: Eh.
Mr. Kaplan: Come on over here, sweetheart. (they walk over to a storage closet)
Phoebe: Oh please! Just before when you were asleep in the lounge! That Armenian family was watching you instead of the TV. Oh, that reminds me. That Mr. Hasmeje still has my Gameboy.
Mr. Tribbiani: Of course, course one of 'em's Ma. What's the matter with you.