words in movies
Judge: So based on your petition you are seeking an annulment on the grounds that Mr. Geller is mentally unstable.
Judge: And based on the fact that Mr. Geller is intravenous drug user.
[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. 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.)
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. 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!
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
MR. TREEGER: Uhh, you said there was a party.
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
RACHEL: [answering the door] Mr. Treeger.
MR. TREEGER: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
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?
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: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
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.
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: Hi.
MR. GELLER: Some of your old stuff.
MR. GELLER: I know. He's like a new man. It's like a scene from Cocoon.
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
MR. GELLER: Let's show 'em.
MR. GELLER: The button, the button.
MR A: Everything.
MR. GELLER: Oh thank you.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Monica is in the bathroom and Richard comes in.]
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: Of course she would, you're a college man.
MR. GELLER: C'mon, tell us.
MR A: Oh, wait, I remember, she also said she wanted to sleep with me one last time.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey! Hello, babe! Wh what're what're you doing here?
MR. GELLER: Am I supposed to stand here and listen to this on my birthday?
PHOEBE: Yes, hi, Mr. Adelman. Thanks for meeting me.
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
Mr. Geller: She went to pick up Aunt Liddy.
MR. TREEGER: [to Rachel who is standing under mistletoe] So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
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. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
JOEY: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet-tooth.
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.
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. GREENE: Scotch.
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: You work and you work and you work on a boat...
MR. GREENE: Neat.
MR. GREENE: Get my glasses too.
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.'
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. GREENE: To get my coat.
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. DOUGLAS: Rough numbers?
JOEY: Hey. Mr. Douglas is looking for you.
Monica: (entering with everyone else including Mr. Geller) Hi! Hey look whos here!
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
[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. WINEBURG: Rachel!
Mr. Geller: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
MR. WINEBURG: Stay well.
MR. GREENE: Thank you. Is that one of my cigarettes?
ROSS: Ok. Here's his diaper bag, and his uh, Mr. Winky, and uh...oh, him. Hi!
Mr. Geller: I saw Richard.
Mr. Geller: Maybe.
Mr. Geller: You don't wanna know.
Mr. Geller: No.
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
MR. GELLER: Oh, Judy. Oh, Judy.
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.
Chandler: Mr. D, hows it going, sir?