words in movies
JOEY: There's my scene, there's my scene. [Joey on tv] "Mrs. Wallace, I'm Dr. Drake Ramoray, your sister's neurosurgeon.
MRS. WALLACE: Is she gonna be all right?
PHOEBE: Yeah, um, she was 82 years old. Her name was um, Mrs. Adelman.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Talk about crap. Try listening to Stella Niedman tell the story of her and Rod Steiger for the hundredth time.
PHOEBE: I don't know. I mean, she obviously has some kind of unfinished business. [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Sit up!
MRS. GREEN: [entering] There she is.
MRS GREEN: Sweetie! So this is where you work? Oh, it's wonderful! Is it a living room? Is it a restaurant? Who can tell? But I guess that's the fun.
MRS GREEN: Monica! You look gorgeous! Last time I saw you, it was eat or be eaten.
MRS GREEN: Oh hello, Ross.
ROSS: Hi, Mrs. Green. [He gets up to shake her hand, but she ignores him.]
MRS GREEN: So, what do you think of my daughter in the apron with the big job?
MRS GREEN: If you didn't pour the coffee, no one would have anything to drink.
MRS GREEN: This is just so exciting. You know, I never worked. I went straight from my father's house to the sorority house to my husband's house. I am just so proud of you.
MRS GREEN: Yes.
MRS GREEN: Oh my god, there's an unattractive nude man playing the cello.
MRS GREEN: [laughing] You have some life here, sweetie.
MRS GREEN: I do. You didn't love Barry. And I've never seen you this happy. I look at you and I think, oh, this is what I want.
MRS GREEN: Well, not just for you.
MRS GREEN: I'm uh, considering leaving your father.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] In my day, divorce was not an option.
MRS GREEN: Look at this.
MRS GREEN: Oh, look, here's Barry. Did he have to come straight from the office?
PHOEBE: Yeah. I guess she hasn't seen everything yet. I'll be right back, she has to go to the bathroom again. [Takes Mrs. Green's chin in her hand and says, in Mrs. Adelman's voice] Oh, such a pretty face.
MRS GREEN: This is so much fun, just the girls. You know what we should do? Does anybody have any marijuana?
MRS GREEN: That's fine. I never did it. I just thought I might. So, what's new in sex?
MRS GREEN: The only man I've ever been with is your father.
MRS GREEN: I mean, this is no offense to your dad, sweetie, but I was thinking there might be more.
MRS GREEN: No.
MRS GREEN: No.
MRS GREEN: I guess I just figured of all people you would understand this.
MRS GREEN: You didn't marry your Barry. I did.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Butterscotch? No one? All right, you'll be sorry later.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Oh my god. Now I've seen everything! [Phoebe's voice] Whoa, she's gone. She's gone. She's gone! Go ahead, get married. Go, go.
MRS GREEN: Oh, am I! I just danced with a wonderfully large woman. And three other girls made eyes at me over the buffet. Oh, I'm not saying it's something I wanna pursue, but it's nice to know I have options.
Mrs. Geller: It really was. Oh, c'mere, sweetheart. (Hugs her) Y'know, I think it might be time for you to start using night cream.
Rachel: Barry, I'm sorry... I am so sorry... I know you probably think that this is all about what I said the other day about you making love with your socks on, but it isn't... it isn't, it's about me, and I ju- (She stops talking and dials the phone.) Hi, machine cut me off again... anyway...look, look, I know that some girl is going to be incredibly lucky to become Mrs. Barry Finkel, but it isn't me, it's not me. And not that I have any idea who me is right now, but you just have to give me a chance too... (The maching cuts her off again and she redials.)
Mrs. Burkart: Oh, good. Thank you.
Mrs. Burkart: (Singing) Come on along and listen to...
Mrs. Burkart: All right. I'll get my bag.
Mrs. Geller: No, I have faith
Mrs. Burkart: (Singing) ...the lullabye of...
Mrs. Green: Well then you really dont need me to live with you.
MRS. GELLER: Jack. Could you come in here for a moment? NOW!
Mrs. Geller: (laughs) Im not freaking out.
MRS. GREENE: Oh, you kids [she caresses his face and chest] Well, this is the best party I've been to in years.
Phoebe: Good. (Phoebe and Mrs. Burkart go into the other room, leaving Monica with everyone staring at her.)
Rachel: So, come on, what was the big news Pete wanted to tell you Mon?! Or should I say Mrs. Monica Becker?
Mrs. Lynch: I know!
JOEY: Thanks for coming Mrs. Greene. [grabs her and kisses her to distract her. She goes limp in his arms. Mr. Greene leaves.] Well, ok, you take care.
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
MRS. GREENE: Oh, scotch neat. Ya know, that's Rachel's father's drink.
MRS. GELLER: Almost time for cake.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Mrs. Green is telling Ross what needs to be done to baby proof his apartment.]
Mrs. Lynch: I notice that youve been trusted with a lot of rather important responsibilities.
Frank: Well um, I was in ah Mrs. Knights ah, I mean Alice, sorry, Alice, I always do that. I was in her ah, Home Ec class.
Mrs. Geller: I thought it was quite tasty.
MRS. GREENE: He always ridiculed my pottery classs...
Mrs. Lynch: Oh my goodness! You havent heard!
Mrs. Geller: (stopping him) Dont get up Jack! The safety pins are about to blow.
Mrs. Lynch: Joanna passed away last night.
Mrs. Bing: You are gonna be fine, believe me.
Rachel: Hello, Mrs. Chatracus.
[cut to the living room where Mrs. Burkart is now performing.]
Mrs. Geller: No-no-no, that was all true. This was just in case you pulled a Monica.
[Scene: The Geller household kitchen, Mrs. Geller is cooking and Rachel, post nose job, is helping her.]
Mrs. Geller: (reaches out to fiddle with Monica's hair again, and realises) Those earrings look really lovely on you.
Mrs. Geller: Can we talk to you for just a yknow Its just a little thing. Well we think its absolutely marvelous that youre having this baby out of wedlock, some of our friends are less open-minded. Which is why weve told them all that youre married.
[Scene: The Bing household, Mr. and Mrs. Bing and Young Chandler are eating Thanksgiving dinner as a housekeeper serves them.]
Mrs. Bing: (To phone) Okay, thank you. (To Ross) It's the Italian Hand-Licker, isn't it.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, well we cut the trip short.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, say no more!
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. GREENE: Sweetheart, you obviously have a problem. You've chosen a boyfriend exactly like your father.
MRS. GELLER: Thank you Richard, I appreciate the support.
Mrs. Potter: Phoebe, we have rules here, this isnt that kind of place.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, hi, darling!
Mrs. Geller: Ahh, are you hadsome.
Mrs. Geller: I'm so glad you could come Chandler, we've got plenty of food so I hope you're hungry.
Monica: But it didnt. Say hello to Mrs. Chatracus.
Monica: Wow. Then I would definitely not recommend Mrs. Doubtfire.
Rachel: And I will make everyone call me Mrs. Geller!
Mrs. Geller: Monica! I think Rachel's here!
Mrs. Geller: Well, at least she had the chance to leave a man at the altar...
Mrs. Geller: Jack, thats what they call the subway.
Mrs. Waltham: Where?
Mrs. Burgin: Maybe in L.A?
Mrs. Geller: I just hope...
Mrs. Burgin: Hello. Well, Joshua, that $500 was for groceries.
Mrs. Geller: You too sweethart!
Mrs. Waltham: Hello, Waltham Interiors.
Mrs. Waltham: I know, its horrible isnt it?
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well, I'm so glad you brought him here then.
Mrs. Waltham: Oh, am I on the radio?
Mrs. Waltham: (Throws her head back in disgust.) Why?!
Mrs. Waltham: Who is this?
Mrs. Waltham: Who?
Mrs. Waltham: Yes, Waltham interiors.
Mrs. Waltham: Oh my God, Phoebe.
Mrs. Waltham: Lovely to meet you.
Mrs. Waltham: You can forget about Emily, shes not with us.
Mrs. Waltham: Oh yes, there you are.
(Mrs. Waltham hangs up on her.)
Mrs. Waltham: (Answering the phone.) Hello, Waltham Interiors.
Mrs. Waltham: (Looking evilly at her husband) Sorry, what?
Mrs. Waltham: (As she walks pass Ross, she pats his but.) Call me.
MRS. GELLER: No, Richard Burke gave them a ride.
Mrs. Geller: So Rachel, your mom tells me you changed your major again.
Mrs. Green: Oh, Im so happy Im gonna do this for my little girl. Aw, look at you. You have tears in your eyes.
Mrs. Geller: (holding two pies) Monica, why don't you finish off these pies? I don't have any more room left in the fridge.
Mrs. Geller: I'll get it.
MRS. GELLER: A real doctor?
Mrs. Geller: Jack.
MRS. GELLER: We just know she's got the IQ of a napkin.
[Scene: Nana's house, Ross, Mrs. Geller and Aunt Lillian are going through clothes.]
Mrs. Geller: Theres nothing to discuss. Were not paying for your wine cellar.
Mrs. Geller: Yes, yes Monica is thin. It's wonderful. But what we really want to hear about is Ross's new girlfriend.
Mrs. Geller: (to Ross on the stairs) I have a wonderful idea. You should take Rachel to the prom.
Mrs. Burkart: Dear?
Chandler: Wow! You look just like your son Mrs. Tribbiani!
Mrs. Geller: Get a shot of Monica. Where's Monica.
Mrs. Waltham: No, Im bored with you now. Im going to cut you off. (She hangs up.)
Mrs. Geller: Oh my God! There's a toe in my kitchen.
MRS. GELLER: Dance with him.
[Scene: Rachels Room, Joey moves Rosss coat to get the tissues Rachel wants and the engagement ring box Mrs. Geller gave him falls out of the pocket it was inside. Joey goes to one knee, picks up the box, opens it, and sees that its an engagement ring.]
Mrs. Geller: Well what is it? Come on sweetie, your like, freaking me out here.
Mrs. Geller: Mmmm!
(Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller.)
Mrs. Geller: (lying) Ive gotta call my friend Mary and tell her how good this is, from Monicas room.
Rachel: Okay. (Mrs. Green helps her up and they walk over and get some tea.)
Rachel: Well of course we will help you decide! We will do anything we can to help you! Now, I would like to make a toast, to the future Mrs. Chandler Bing (A woman at the table behind them overhears Chandlers name and starts listening closer), my best friend, and truly one of the nicest people that
Monica: Go! I have it in my book. Go! (Rachel leaves and Monica calls Mrs. Green.) (To Phoebe) Wait a minute! If youre in charge of the invitations why am I the one who has to call herHello Mrs. Green! Hi, its Monica Geller.
Mrs. Green: Did I say garage? I meant garbage.
Mrs. Bing: I am famished. What do I want... (Looks at Chandler's menu)