words in movies
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.
Ross: You dont want to believe me, Im Mr. Funny to you. Mr. Funny (turns around and almost spills his coffee on Tommy)
Tommy: (noticing the chick) Ooh, hey! Hey, there little fella. (picks up the chick) Mr. Fuzzy-Man, how are you doing? (starts to pet him) Aww. (The chick poops on his hand.) Eww! Oh! Eww! Gross! Idiot!! Stupid little, fuzzy, yellow creature!! Oh look at me, Im so cute, Im a little chick whos disgusting! God, youre so stupid, how are you not yet extinct!! (the duck wattles behind him and quacks) (to the duck) Quack-quack, quack-quack!! What are you quacking about?! Dumb Donald Doo-Doo!!
Tommy: Ooh, sorry little Mr. Chic-A-Dee, sorry you went doody in my hand! (starts to walk out and stops) (to Rachel) Well, I guess were not going out anymore. Whaa!!!
Mr. Geller: (Forcefully.) Hey, you keep pushing me on this, my foots going to meet the middle of your ass.
MR. GELLER: Press the button.
Chandler: Mr. Millionaire, new from Snooty Playthings! Third wife sold separately.
Mr. Geller: Of course it did. They're made of wicker.
[Scene: Chandlers Office, hes working at his computer as his boss, Mr. Franklin, sticks his head in.]
Mr Zelner: (looks at Ross, for a long moment, confused) I meant with my son.
MR. HECKLES: I could have birds.
Mr. Zelner: Fair enough.
Mr. Geller: (shaking her hand) So are you his mother or his father?
[Scene: Treegers apartment, Joey knocks and Mr. Treeger opens the door.]
Mr. Geller: Theres no way in hell, Im paying for it.
Mr. Geller: (embarrassed) Judy, the kids..
Mr. Bowmont: What the hell, its for a good cause! All right!
JANITOR: Hmm, Lipson knows huh? Ahh, hello Mr. Opossum, enigma of the trees, upside-down denizen of the night, taunting gravity with...
MR. GREENE: ...what the hell does she want with half a boat...
Mr. Waltham: (entering) I almost forget the tickets, didnt I?
Mr. Douglas: Well, were gonna be layin off people in every department.
(There is a knock on the door, Phoebe answers it, its Mr. Heckles)
Mr Zelner: Well, I guess having Rachel back wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
MR. GELLER: I may not know any of your flash dances but I'm no slouch on the dance floor.
Mr. Heckles: (as Phoebe and Rachel leave) You owe me a cat.
Joey: Hey Mr. and Mrs. Geller! Let me help you with that.
Monica: (Closing the door) Goodbye Mr.Heckles.
Mr. Geller: Happy birthday, sweetie! Give us a hug! (Starts to get up.)
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, but yknow, I think the reason were not getting that spin right is because my apartments too small.
Mr. Geller: Chandler, Im gonna have you arrested.
MR. GREENE: Did you know your mother spent $1200 dollars on bansai trees. I felt like Gulliver around that place.
Mr. Tribbiani: You're gonna keep an eye on us?
MR. GREENE: What? The father can't drop by to see the daughter on her birthday?
Mr Zelner: This may surprise you, but re-hiring fired employees, is not my main job.
Judge: So based on your petition you are seeking an annulment on the grounds that Mr. Geller is mentally unstable.
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: I'd like that.
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?
Mr.Heckles: I can hear you through the ceiling. My cats cant sleep.
Mr. Geller: Listen to me! When my time comes, I wanna be buried at sea.
Chandler: Have you figured out what started the fire Mr. Fireman?
Chandler: Well, aren't we Mr. "The glass is half empty."
Mr. Geller: Why would you serve food on such a sharp stick? (Looking a toothpick)
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 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.
Mr. Tribbiani: Thank you. Uh...
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: Your generous contribution brings us a big step closer to building the youth center.
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Mr. Tribbiani is on the phone.]
Mr. Tribbiani: (To Phoebe) What happened to the, uh, puppet guy?
Mr. Geller: Yknow how the garage floods every Spring?
Mr. Tribbiani: We'll go to a hotel.
Mr. Thompson: So glad you brought someone.
Mrs. Bing: Mr. Geller.
Mr Zellner: (confused) That's great!
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: Hey. Morning, dear.
Monica: All right relax Mr. Ive Had Sex Four Times!
Mr. Tribbiani: What kinda change?
Mr. Tribbiani: Yeah, but this is
Mr. Tribbiani: I can't do that!
Mr. Tribbiani: Huh?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, Joe.
Mr. Tribbiani: I don't want you taking that thing.
Mr. Geller: Not just restaurants, from our house.
Phoebe: Where are you going, Mr. Suity-Man?
Mr. Geller: I was just thinking. When my time comes-
Monica: Oh. Hi, Mr.Heckles.
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. Heckles: (to Eric) Who are you?
Mr. Douglas: Nina.
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.
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, its Joeys second lesson with Rachel as the resident sailing expert.]
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.]
Phoebe: (with a deep voice) Mr. Bing's office. (Listens) No I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now.
Mr. Heckles: Whaddyou want?
Phoebe: Okay, thank you, Mr. Heckles. (They move off)
Mr. Heckles: I wasn't ready for it.
Mr. Geller: (also lying) Ill help you dial.
Mr. Heckles: C'mere, Patti. (Marcel turns round)
(Mr. Heckles opens the door)
Mr. Heckles: C'mere, Patti. (Turns to Mr. Heckles)
Mr. Heckles: That's my monkey.
Ross: (turning towards him) Yes Mr. Lewis, how can I help you?
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.
All: Hey! Hey, Mr. Trib!
Mr. Thompson: (approaching) Mr. Tribbiani.
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.)
MR. TREEGER: You never know.
MONICA: Mr. Heckles.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is sitting at her desk as Mr. Waltham comes in.]
Mr. Geller: Well, the garage flooded sweetie and it ruined everything in your boxes. Im sorry.