words in movies
Mrs. Bing: (on TV) ...This is kind of embarrassing, but occasionally after I've been intimate with a man...
Mrs. Bing: (on TV) ...I just get this craving for Kung Pow Chicken.
Mrs. Bing: (on TV) Oh, fine. I'm leaving for New York tomorrow, which I hate- but I get to see my son, who I love...
Mrs. Bing: (on TV) Oh no, I am a fabulous mom! I bought my son his first condoms.
Mrs. Bing: I am famished. What do I want... (Looks at Chandler's menu)
Mrs. Bing: Oh, you watched the show! What'd you think?
Mrs. Bing: Oooh, c'mon, shut up, it's fun. Gimme a hug. (They both sit down) Well, I think we're ready for some tequila.
Mrs. Bing: Who's doing shots?
Mrs. Bing: There y'go. Ross?
Rachel: Mrs. Bing, I have to tell you, I've read everything you've ever written. No, I mean it! I mean, when I read Euphoria at Midnight, all I wanted to do was become a writer.
Mrs. Bing: Oh, please, honey, listen, if I can do it, anybody can. You just start with half a dozen European cities, throw in thirty euphemisms for male genitalia, and bam! You have got yourself a book.
[Cut to Mrs. Bing on the telephone.]
Mrs. Bing: Yeah, any messages for room 226?
Mrs. Bing: You okay there, slugger?
Mrs. Bing: What is with you tonight?
Mrs. Bing: (To phone) Okay, thank you. (To Ross) It's the Italian Hand-Licker, isn't it.
Mrs. Bing: She's supposed to be with you.
Mrs. Bing: Oh, Ross, listen to me. I have sold a hundred million copies of my books, and y'know why?
Mrs. Bing: No. Because I know how to write men that women fall in love with. Believe me, I cannot sell a Paolo. People will not turn three hundred twenty-five pages for a Paolo. C'mon, the guy's a secondary character, a, y'know, complication you eventually kill off.
Mrs. Bing: He's not a hero. ...You know who our hero is.
Mrs. Bing: No, it's you!
Mrs. Bing: No, really, c'mon. You're smart, you're sexy...
Mrs. Bing: You are gonna be fine, believe me.
Ross: I was really upset about Rachel and Paolo, and I think I had too much tequila, and Nora- um, Mrs. Mom- your Bing- was just being nice, y'know, and- But nothing happened, nothing- Ask Joey, Joey, uh, came in-
Mrs. Bing: Car's waiting downstairs, I just wanted to drop off these copies of my book for your friends. Anything you want from Lisbon?
Mrs. Bing: Alright, well, be good, I love you. (Kisses him and goes to leave)
Mrs. Bing: (Reentering) O-kay. Look, it, it was stupid.
Mrs. Bing: Really stupid. And I don't even know how it happened. I'm sorry, honey, I promise it will never happen again. Are we okay now?
Mrs. Bing: You okay, kiddo?
Mrs. Bing: Alright. (Kisses him)
Ross: (Very politely) Mrs. Bing.
Mrs. Bing: Mr. Geller.
(Joey walks away and Mr. and Mrs. Geller walk up. Mr. Geller is wearing this ancient velvet tuxedo.)
[the guys form a wall between Mrs Geller and Mr Geller and dance across the hall as he walks across]
MRS. GELLER: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
Rachel: (gasps) Its still there! (The cheesecake they returned to Mrs. Braverman is still lying in front of her door.)
Mrs. Green: I know, my daughters told me about it when they received their impromptu invitations a month ago.
Phoebe: Yeah, youre right. Hows the Mrs.?
[Scene: Rachels office, she is coming in for the day carrying a picture for her new office. Mrs. Lynch is coming out of Joannas office, carrying a box.]
MRS. GREENE: I think I saw Rachel out in the hall.
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Bing! (Walks away.)
Mrs. Bing: Chandler!
(Mr. and Mrs. Geller start to walk away.)
Mrs. Geller: You could kick anyones ass you want too.
Mrs. Geller: Jack!
Mrs. Bing: Charles.
[Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller talking to Ross.]
Mrs. Geller: Yeah, the list thatof people were allowed to sleep
Mrs. Bing: Honey, it isnt good luck.
Mrs. Bing: Oh look at you! So handsome!
Monica: Mrs. Bing? Here, these are my parents umm, Judy and Jack Geller.
Mrs. Bing: Well, its a funny story.
Chandler: Mrs. Braverman must be out. (They move closer to it.)
Mrs. Green: Plus, what are you planning on doing with the baby while youre trotting out to the garbage ten times a day?
Mrs. Geller: (shaking her hand) Its lovely to meet you.
Frank: (entering with his fianc�e Alice, who is obviously much, much older than he is) Hey! Hey! This is ah, my fianc�e, Mrs. Knight. (he points out Phoebe to her)
Mrs. Waltham: Well, if youre on e of Rosss best friends, why arent you here?
MRS. GELLER: Ahh, are you hadsome.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Are you close with her?
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Its not looking good.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: My mothers still alive.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: She didnt pass.
MRS GREEN: If you didn't pour the coffee, no one would have anything to drink.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Thats so sweet. (Takes the flowers.) Would you like to come in and say good-bye? Im sure it would mean a lot to her.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Yes?
Mrs. Geller: (To Monica) And you knew about this?!
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: No, shes hanging in there.
Ross: Actually, it kinda is. My wife won't return my calls. I don't know where my wife is. (Laughs) "Hey Ross, where's the Mrs.?" Don't know!
Mrs. Bing: As I recall when we got married, I saw the groom in the wedding dress.
Monica: Well you-you did start that rumor about Ross making out with Mrs. Altman, our 50-year-old librarian.
Bandleader: Thank you very much! Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler Bing!
Monica: Just a minute! (To Chandler) Thats Mrs. Tribbiani!
MRS. WINEBURG: Well it's wonderful to have you up and about, again, dear.
Mrs. Geller: Jack?
Mrs. Geller: Thanks for going along with this.
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Hi
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well Richard raved about the food at his party, of course you were sleeping with him. Then I heard the food at that lesbian wedding was very nice, I assume you werent sleeping with anybody there. Though, at least that would be something. (Leaves)
Mrs. Geller: Rachel's coming up the path. Doesn't she look pretty. Jack... (Rachel enters with a huge nose)
Mrs. Green: Oh, hello Monica.
Mrs. Geller: Ross, why dont you give us your toast now?
Mrs. Geller: (crying) Oh Ross
Mrs. Green: Well all right. Ill see you at four.
Mrs. Green: Such a sweet woman.
[Cut to Rachel and Mrs. Green.]
Mrs. Green: Oh Rachel!
Mrs. Green: Oh look.
(Mrs. Green goes into the kitchen and Rachel follows her.)
Mrs. Green: No dear, thats what babies do.
Mrs. Green: Oh youre gonna do that ten times a day?
Mrs. Green: Of course I am!
Mrs. Green: Well Rachel needs help with the baby.
Mrs. Green: With another woman. Have you no control Ross?
Mrs. Green: Youre gonna be a great father.
Mrs. Green: No. Sweetie, youre gonna be fine. (Starts to get up.)
Cashier: Do you uh, want these things delivered Mr. and Mrs. Geller?
Mrs. Green: Im going to the bathroom.
Mrs. Geller: Oh hi dear!
Mrs. Geller: (Looking around at the chapel.) Oh my God! Its like a fairyland.
Mrs. Geller: (entering) Am I interrupting?
Mrs. Green: Darling, thats a breast pump!
(Mrs. Geller leaves as Ross re-enters the room.)
Mrs. Geller: Thank you Monica that was uh, interesting. Wasnt it interesting, Jack?
Mrs. Geller: Youre not going to say anything? On our 35th wedding anniversary
Mrs. Green: Well, I kinda did. Me. Eight weeks of me.
(Rachel and Mrs. Geller enter.)
Monica: So whenever youre ready to apologize to me, I will forgive you. Good day! (Monica and Phoebe reenter the apartment and Monica closes the door on a stunned Mrs. Green.) I cant feel my legs!
Mrs. Geller: Just hear me out!
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: It looked like we were gonna lose her this morning, but shes a tough old bird.
[Scene: The Gellers' kitchen. Monica, Mrs. Geller and one of Mrs. Geller's friends are preparing the cake.]
Mrs. Geller: The sexy blonde behind the counter. (She waves at Gunther who waves back.)
Ross: Okay, look, how is this gonna affect you? Really? I mean you fill some form out once and a while and instead of checking the box that says Ms you check the box that says Mrs.! Its right next to it!
Mrs. Geller: Oh I wish youre grandmother had lived to see this.
Mrs. Green: I just had the greatest idea! Im gonna come live with you!
Mrs. Geller: Sweetheart. Oh sorry were late, my fault, I insisted on riding the tube.
Mrs. Green: Oh my look at that. Only three weeks to go, now have you picked your nanny yet? Now I dont want you to use your housekeeper cause it would just split her focus.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Well, her memory is pretty much gone.
MRS. GELLER: Over here Jack. OK. I see, Rachel's coming up the path. Oh doesn't she look pretty. Jack, get this. [Rachel enters with a huge nose]
Mrs. Bing: Oh yes, Dennis is directing a new Broadway show.
Brenda: Mrs. Bing, this tile cleaner is incredible! Whered you get it?
Rachel: Chandler, this is not addressed to you. This is addressed to Mrs. Braverman downstairs. (Gasping) Thief.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is meeting with Mr. Posner, Mrs. Lynch, and Joanna the hiring committee.]
Mrs. Tribbiani: Do you remember how your father used to be? Always yelling, always yelling nothing made him happy, nothing made him happy, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he's happy! I mean, it's nice, he has a hobby.
Mrs. Bing: Dont you have a little too much penis to be wearing a dress like that?
MRS. GELLER: I have no idea. Did you know Richard has a twinkie in the city?
Monica: Okay! I will! Mrs. Green? Mrs. Green! (She ignores Monica and Monica follows her out into the hall with Phoebe in tow.) It is rude to leave a party without saying good-bye to the host! Yeah, and-and also when someone apologizes to you the decent thing to do is to accept it! Now what I did to you, it wasnt on purpose! But what youre during to me now is just plain spiteful!
[Scene: The Hallway, Ross comes out and hugs Mrs. Geller.]
Phoebe: All right, let's see, call me mrs Hannigan.
Monica: Oh, I'm sorry, mrs Hannigan.
Monica: It is going to be okay! (Mrs. Green glances over her shoulder and glares at Monica while she heads for the bathroom.) It was worth a shot.
Phoebe: Well hello, Mrs. Penella! Thank you so much for coming! Well, okay look, here's your umm, 3-D glasses and Reverend Pong will tell you when to put them on.
Mrs. Geller: Oh honey, come on, have a sense of humour, youve never been able to laugh at yourself.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there'd be no her, and your father would look like Sting. And I'll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he's been so ashamed of himself that he's been more attentive, he's been more loving... I mean, it's like every day's our anniversary.