words in movies
Rachel: Well, my eye is a little itchy.
Monica: (To Rachel) Wow! It's really red! You should go see my eye doctor.
Rachel: (flinches) Ross! Come on! That's all right! Fine--Okay, I have a weird thing about my eye. Can we not talk about it please?
Phoebe: I'm trying, but man that guy can push my buttons!
Phoebe: You wanna be on my list too? Keep talking! Has anyone seem my list by the way?
Phoebe: Oh wait, my grandmother's dead.
Chandler: Whoa-whoa-whoa, what are we going to do about my job?
Monica: Chandler! You don't have to ask for my permission. (Quietly) You can go.
Phoebe: Ooh, if you take the northern route there's a man in Illinois with a beard of bees. {Okay, I must protest this, I've lived in Illinois all my life and know of no man with a beard of bees! Wisconsin, on the other hand, might be a different story.}
Rachel: Oh my God! What does that thing do?
Rachel: Yeah, no, I don't-I don't put things in my eye.
Rachel: Y'know, I-I gotta tell ya, those eye drops are a miracle. My eye is a 100% better.
Monica: They're still in my coat.
Phoebe: Thanks a lot! I just got that jerk out of my mind!
Joey: You wanna eat? (Pulls out the twenty) My treat!
Joey: Is this movie gonna be my big break?
Joey: Y'know what? I don't need this! Okay? I don't know why you're dumping all over my big break.
Ross: Okay, are you mad at me because my hair gel smells?
Phoebe: That game should not be played without my supervision.
Monica: Oh my God, I was thinking four.
Monica: On three, 1 2 3! (Rachel turns her head on three to avoid the drops.) Now my pillow's all wet! (She was trying to fool Rachel and squeezed the eyedropper.)
Rachel: (as she's being dragged) What are you? Monica!! Stop it!! Oh my God! Stop it! (Monica drags her totally onto the floor and on her back.)
Rachel: Oh my God! You really are freakishly strong!
Phoebe: Oh that's my grandma. (Joey holds the box away from him.) And thanks Joey she's having a really great time. (Joey is happy now.)
Phoebe: Oh my God, I remember now! We were playing chess!
Joey: Uh, well yeah-yeah, I've got all of that going on. Yeah, listen uh, I want you to make sure you tell Chandler that he couldn't have been more wrong! Uh-oh! I gotta go Monica, my uh, my sushi's here!
Rachel: What?!! Stop it! Stop it! Oh my God!
Rachel: My God!
Rachel: Oh my
Monica: Have you ever been to one of my weddings?
Joey: My whole familys from Naples!
Monica: Now there you go! I wouldnt want my best guest to strain her eyes!
Joey: You fell asleep!! There was no kangaroo! They didnt take any of my suggestions! Thats for coming buddy. Ill see you later. (Starts to walk out.)
Phoebe: Umm, not without you, lover. (She slowly walks over to him and is showcasing her bra.) So, this is my bra.
Joey: Youve seen my huge stack of porn right? (Phoebe nods.)
Joey: Hey! I am secure with my masculinity.
Emily: My parents are going to be really mad.
Guy: (To Rachel) So uh, I'm on my way back to the bathroom. (Ross giggles.)
Ross: Oh my God.
Rachel: Oops sorry, my mistake.
Phoebe: Oh my God, youve got to stop chattering!
Joey: Its just I cant because my manager said I (Gets an idea) (Starts singing) "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Annie
Chandler: Believe me, Ive been saying that for years. Oh my God!
MICH: No, no, I am, but only because for the last hour and a half I've been playing the movie Diner in my head.
Bonnie: Rachel was just helping me out. My head got all sunburned.
A Male Customer: Hey, thats weird, todays my birthday too!
Rachel: Oh my God!
JOEY: Well, see when you're acting you need to think about stuff like that. My character, Joseph the processor guy, has two little girls, Ashley and Brittany. Ashley copies everything Brittany does.
Ross: Ah. Joey youre-youre having lunch with my mom?
Roy: I may have borrowed this from my nephew, but let me assure you, what's underneath (points at his groin)... is all man.
Joey: Would she? (He smells something and gasps as he realizes what it is.) You ate my candy bar!
Joey: Im doing my scenes with you?
Phoebe: Ross, please! My make-up! (He walks away angrily.)
Chandler: (not amused) And I just realized I can sleep with my eyes open.
Monica: (To Chandler) Okay, the red ones are my guests and the blue ones are yours.
Ross: Oh, taking my parents back to the hotel.
Phoebe: Oh my God! Chandler just left though!
Chandler: No, no. It-its not about the swearing, its more about ah, the way, that you ah, occasionally, concentrate, your enthusiasm on my buttock.
Richard: The picture of my wife! In your pack!
Joey: Yeah, in my third drawer on my dresser. You dont want to lose that.
Phoebe: Its amazing! My headache is completely gone! What are those pills called?
{Transcribers Note: Please correct my French here.}
Mrs. Green: I know, my daughters told me about it when they received their impromptu invitations a month ago.
Phoebe: Plus, it totally ruined my schedule! I I havent done any of the things I wanted to do by the time I was 31!
Rachel: Oh my God!
Rachel: Oh my God!
Monica: Hey! Okay, so I thought wed start with my make up and then do my hair.
Phoebe: Oh my God, hes not even appreciated in his own time. I would give anything to not be appreciated in my own time!
Rachel: With my alignment. Ive got one leg shorter than the other.
Joey: Its not on my head.
Elizabeth: Do you want to ride around town on my little pink bicycle?
Phoebe: Oh my God! Is that him? (She points at someone.)
Ross: Wow! The only thing I got from my Grandmother was her eyes. I mean not-not her actual eyeballs, but, but people say that my eyesDo-do you want to make out?
Chandler: Nothing, just a little extra air in my mouth. Pffft. Pffffffft. (walks over to where Joey is seated)
Monica: Oh wow! Okay. Dont scare me like that okay? I mean for a minute there I was like, "Oh my God! The worst has happened!"
Phoebe: Oh my God Monica!
Chandler: My favorite part was when Superman flew all the Jews out of Egypt. (Glaring at Joey whos nodding.)
Rachel: Here you go Pheebs. Who else wants one of my special homemade brownies?
Ross: Oh my God! Monica!
Monica: Soon! I-I just couldnt before. You saw how upset Joey got! I couldnt do that to her, shes my best friend!
Chandler: I drew my own bath, but I did it wrong! The waters tepid. The salt didnt dissolve and is now lodged places. And the scents I used dont compliment each other. Eucalyptus and chamomileOh!
Mike: Wow! You look like... like my mom.
Joey: But youre still moving in together, right? Because my ad came out today. (Shows him the paper.)
Rachel: Everythings ruined. My bed. My clothes. Look at my favorite blue sweater. (Hold it up.)
Joey: Please I have an extremely high threshold...Holly Mother Of God! My face! My face!! I'm all right! I'm all right!Just a little bit of shock that's all but I'll be fine you can go again. I'm OK(He tries to avoid the tweezers) Dammit! Woman!! How Hoooow!
Phoebe: Oh, thank you! Oh... Oh my God, you're RICH!
Mike: No, my parents are rich.
Mike: Mom, dad, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, these are my parents: Theodore and Bitsy.
Monica: Oh my God, it was the best funeral ever! I mean, everyone loved the food, and guess what? I even got another funeral for tomorrowthe dead-guy-from-today's best friend. I mean, it is like I am the official caterer for that accident!
Mike: My friend Manny. I asked him to keep me away from you.
Ross: Yeah, um, okay see, you were, you were on the list but my friend, Chandler (Chandler waves) brought up the very good point that you are international, so I bumped you for Wynona Rider, local.
Rachel: Okay. NowWhat is my first line?
Courtney: Im doing my brother.
Joey: I know! My grandmothers gonna see this!
Monica: Oh my god, Emma. Oh, sweetie, I forgot you were here. Oh, you're right, we can't do this. We can't leave her alone.
Joey: No, don't be sorry. I don't need it anymore. I found my identical hand twin!
Phoebe: Thank you my babies. (Waves good-bye.)
Phoebe: (reading the certificate) Oh my God! Oh my God, we are 31.
Monica: It's not just the drum noise. Every five minutes, Joey throws his sticks in the air, and I have to hear, "Oh my eye! Oh god, my eye!" I mean, it is so annoying.
Phoebe: Oh my God!
Phoebe: Is it Ross? Its Ross isnt itOh my God, its Joey!
Phoebe: Okay, so Im done my part, okay. Its your responsibility now, okay. The burden is off me, right?
Mona: Oh good. Now therell be someone there who likes my name.
Monica: Mrs. Bing? Here, these are my parents umm, Judy and Jack Geller.
Doug: So thanks for the warm welcome. Its good to have you guys on my team, and I come to play. I hope you do too. Now, lets go out there and get em! Huh? And remember, there is no I in team.
Mindy: Now, I know things've been weird lately, but you're like my oldest friend in the world... Except for maybe Laurie Schaffer, who I don't talk to anywhere, 'cause she's all bitter now that she lost the weight and it turns out she doesn't have a pretty face. ....Okay, I'm just gonna ask you this once, and I want a straight answer.
Rachel: I know, I lied! I didnt want her to think I was a terrible mother! I cant even see my own baby!
Mona: So, is it my turn now?
Monica: Oh my God! We love that show! I mean Ross and I have been watching it since I can remember!
Dennis Phillips: Oh my God! No-no-no! Please! Please! Dont-dont-dont!
Mr. Geller: You stole my moves. (He starts to dance like Chandler was and Chandler stops.)
Monica: Ha,ha, ha, oh my life is just so amusing. Could we drop it now?
Chandler: But youre still my friend?
CHANDLER: All right. (reading her answer) "My husband is sleeping with his secretary." She's married!
Phoebe: Ohhh! My God! For tiny salt!
Rachel: Oh, hi! I would check your hand but... I'm sure you don't want to get my chicken disease!
PHOEBE: I sound amazing. I, I, I've never heard myself sing before. I mean, except in my own head. Oh, this is so cool, now I can hear what you hear.
Monica: Oh my God! Joey!
Phoebe: Hey lady, your days over! Its my turn!
Joey: Oh my God.
Chandler: Now sweetie, I know you dont like my office parties, but you can wear your new boots. See? Every cloud has a supple leather lining.
Phoebe: Oh my God, are you okay?
Monica and Phoebe: Oh my God!!
Rachel: Oh my God, Monicas gonna go out with a millionaire.
Rachel: (sitting at a table with some of her friends) (to waitress) Oh, um, no, no, no, no excuse me, hello. Hi. My friend ordered an onion, not an olive, and uh I ordered a rum and Diet Coke, which I dont think this is.
Phoebe: It was his sweater, butOh my God!
Phoebe: Well, what am I gonna do? I really need my guitar!