words in movies
Rachel: No, it's been three nights in a row.
Joey: Okay. All right. You look me in the eye and tell me, without blinking, that you're not breaking up with her. No blinking.
Ross: No.
Phoebe: No it's just that I got this new pager and I have it on vibrate. See ya!
Chandler: No, Janice.
Joey: No, Yeeees. God, how do I say this. (walks into the kitchen, Chandler follows closely, he turns around and gets startled). Oh, hi, you know that girl from the Greek restaurant with the hair (holds his hands up to signify she has big hair)?
Chandler: Thanks for trying. (grabs the ticket and starts to leave) Oh, and by the way there is no Count Rushmore!
Phoebe: All right. No, no, no, not a Richard thing, just put down the glass. And get out!
Phoebe: All right, there are no questions in the happy place. Okay, just, the warm breeze, and the moonlight flowing through the trees....
Ross: No Chandler, everything! Like stuff you like, stuff she likes, technique, stamina, girth....
Joey: No man, that's huge! Now, I know I can stand to be around her, which means I get to hang out with you, which is kinda the whole point, anyway.
Monica: No, I really, really do.
Mr. Geller: No, the man is a mess.
Mr. Geller: No.
Ross: No, no it's, um, it's not you, um, it's um, it's (turns and sees his Mom standing where Rachel is)
Chandler: Heres another plan No!
Phoebe: (with a deep voice) Mr. Bing's office. (Listens) No I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now.
Eric: (simultaneously as Phoebe) Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! No! No! No!
Monica: No I didnt!
Phoebe: (interrupting) No, I mean I was really acting my ass off.
Monica: Oh no! Did you take my bra too?!
Chandler: No! Ok, this is not good. You are a guy. Ok? This is a guys place. If you let this go, youre going to be sitting around with your fingers soaking in stuff.
Ross: No! No! Of course it didnt mean anything! I mean, uh well, I can understand why Emily would think it meant something, yknow, because-because it was you
Rachel: Oh no, no, Ill be there too.
Rachel: No Phoebe! I just need you there for support. I havent told him Im pregnant yet.
Phoebe: Or we could just follow your clever jokes any ideas? No! Didnt think so! Okay, cmon guys, show us where the presents are!
Phoebe: No look, weve apologized twice! I cant do anymore than that. I know you hate it when people are mad at you but you just have to be okay with it.
Rachel: Well uh, yes and no. Except not no. So to sum it up, yeah.
Monica: No, he's not. And if I can't get pregnant with you, then I don't want to get pregnant by... him or anyone else.
Mike: No, no, no, you're doing fine, really... Why don't you go talk to my dad?
Rachel: Oh no, I know that. I know that. Although, we made a joke that we spend so much time together he should call me his work wife.
Stu: No problem. So whos the party for?
Joey: No, I-I miss hanging out with you.
Rachel: (quietly) Oh no
Stu: No, shes a hooker.
Ross: Anyway, suddenly I'm down field, and I realise that I'm the one who's supposed to catch him, right? Only I know there is no way I'm gonna get there in time, so I am running, and running, and that, that is when I woke up. See I, I am so not ready to be a father.
Phoebe: No I'm not. No! If anything I'm making you look better! They'll see you talking to me and that's--I'm a hit!
Rachel: No.
Joey: No theyre not! Theyre ugly and stupid and delicious!
Joey: No there wont! I promise I will finish that turkey!
Chandler: I have no idea.
Ross: Okay, that's great. (Susan gives her drink to Carol.) No, I'm- Oh.
Joey: No way! Kay look, if I have to go to the doctor for anything its gonna be for this thing sticking out of my stomach! (Rolls over and shows Chandler.)
Chandler: (writing) Monica, there are no words (To Joey and Ross) There are no words! This should not be this hard!
Rachel: Im-ImI had no idea. Im sorry. I
Ross: No. No.
Ross: No need to point, she knows who Ross is.
Ross: No.
Joey: No just, nobody press on my stomach.
CHANDLER: Hey, no, I've never been lower or wetter. I'll be fine. I'll just turn your, uh, bedroom into a game room or somethin', you know, put the foosball table in there.
Chandler: No bunny at all!! Always no bunny at all!!!
Phoebe: Oh no! Why not?
Monica: Oh no, we cant walk!
Dina: No!
Dina: No I wont!
Trudie Styler: Oh no, I know that wouldnt work. My husbands in concert.
Joey: No, Im performing the ceremony. Im not wearing a tux.
Dina: No Joey! I knew you wouldnt be supportive!
Ross: No! No! No! No! No! I-I-I-II need to, I need to lie down.
Phoebe: You apologize to the tree right now or I am calling for backup. (The woman calls her bluff.) (Screaming at no one in particular) Backup! Backup!!
Rachel: No! Seriously! Whats wrong with you?!
Ross: No, wait ! You guys, no, no, you can't leave! Rachel already feels bad that the cake's messed up. How do you think she's gonna feel when she comes back here and all you guys are gone?
Monica: No, I want everything that you just said. I want a marriage.
Phoebe: Yeah, I really do! Yes, but, after I dumped on the way he was gonna propose to me, I don’t think he’s ever gonna ask again! I mean, I said no in Barbados and now this!
Phoebe: Thats it?! You call that a fight? Come on! "We were on a break!" "No we werent!" What happened to you two?!
Rachel: No dont! Go back to repeating!
Chandler: No.
Monica: No. No. Not it. Not it. Not it. (Checks another rack and another woman tries to reach around her.) (To the woman) Dont crowd me! (Finds it) This is it! This is the dress! Oh my God, its perfect! (She takes it off of the rack and someone has a hold of it on the other side of the rack and tugs on it.) Im sorry, this ones taken! (The other woman tugs harder pulling Monica through the rack.) Whoa!
Chandler: No, we'll-we'll bring it back! Just put it under your dress.
Phoebe: No Im having fun. Im reallyAnd Im really-really excited for you and Ursula.
Ross: No. Rachel hooked me up with a tux! But not just any tux, Batmans tux!
Rachel: No. Im very comfortable.
Ross: (entering) Okay, okay, okay, I've got two cabs and no people. Go! Go! Go!
Monica: No, only because that's the graduation song.
Phoebe: No, we hate that.
Chandler: Oh uh well tomorrows no good for her either.
(Ross groans no.)
Rachel: Phoebe no!
Ross: No. That guy is.
Rachel: No!
Mrs. Geller: (rubbing her temples) Thats alot of information to get in in thirty seconds! Alright Joey, if wanna leave, just leave. Rachel, no you werent supposed to put beef in the trifle. It did not taste good. Phoebe, Im sorry, but I think Jacques Cousteau is dead. (Phoebe makes a sad face.) Monica, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
Ross: No Rach! Come on! No-no! Yeah, Im sure we wont get arrested for this.
Rachel: No, of course, of course Ive heard of them! Ross, what did you get?
Joey: Just casually slip it in, yknow lay the groundwork. Tell her uh, Im a lonerNo! An outlaw! Tell her she doesnt want to get mixed up with the likes of me.
Rachel: No one! They are my friends, I wouldnt punch any of them.
Rachel: No, I dont want to tell you.
Chandler: Ok, Janice. Janice. Hey, Janice. Look, there's no way for me to tell you this. At least there's no new way for me to tell you this. I just don't things are gonna work out.
Phoebe: No, okay, youre right. Youre easy-going. Youre just not as easy-going as Rachel. Shes just more flexible and-and mellow. Thats all.
Chandler: No, I mean it, this feels really good. Is it a hundred percent cotton?
ERICA: No, no no no, you don't have to tell me anything. You don't have to explain yourself to me. Ooh, who am I to question the great Dr. Drake Remore?
Joey: What? No, no, no! No, no... no... no, no... No, too much is changing, okay? First, Phoebe getting married (to Phoebe) Congratulations! (pointing to Monica and Chandler)... and then these two move into a stupid house in the stupid suburbs...
Phoebe: Oh hi BenNo!! Dont look at the machine! (Covers the screen.)
Monica: No! Really! Any time Ross makes a toast everyone cries, and hugs him, and pats him on the back and they all come up to me and say, "God, your brother." Know what theyll say this year? "God, you"
Chandler: Oh no-no, no you dont, just come back.
Phoebe: (stops at a door) Oh no, the Mendels, they hate all living things, right?
Rachel: No, I will. Im just not up for it tonight.
Ross: Youre just saying that 'cause I said no to your name!
Janice: (to butcher) No, thank you. (Chandler makes a sound and she notices him) Chandler!
Ross: Uh, no. No, were not.
Ross: No, no, we want to wait, right?
Ross: No, no, no, no! Dont tell me! I dont want to know!
Ross: No, I-I got really hot in my leather pants so I took them off but they must have shrunk from the-the sweat or-or-or my legs expanded from the heat. Look, I-I can't put them back on. I can't!
Monica: No!
JOEY: No no, seriously, Chandler and I were just talkin about this. He is so much cooler than our dads. [Chandler starts kicking him below the table] I mean, you know, our dad's are ok, ya know, but Richard is just- ow, ow. What are you kickin me for? Huh? I'm tryin to talk here.
Joey: I wish. No. After dinner, me, her, and Pepper all fell asleep in front of the fire. Well I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw that the fire was dying out. So, I picked up a log and threw it on. Or, at least what I thought was a log.
Ross: No.
Ross: No.
Phoebe: Whoa-whoa-whoa! No drinks near the bucket! Set it down over there and then you can make a contribution! (The guy starts to walk away with a hurt look on his face.) And you can leave the hurt bunny look over there too! (Her boss and a co-worker walk up.) Hi Bob! (The same old lady from before walks bye.) (To the old lady.) I thought I told you to get outta here!
Rachel: No, I was waiting for you!
Ross: Okay, okay, so we're in the car. Right? And bang! A shot was fired. And Joey with no regard for his own safety throws himself on me!
Ross: No, I mean its okay, I mean, theyre-theyre my friends. In fact, I-I-I was married to one of them.
Monica: Oh, okay. No problem.
Monica: (laughs) No. (Closes the door as Chandler walks up.)
Monica: No, it doesnt say where it came from. Where would we return it?
Phoebe: Ooh, oh no! I have to go! I have a massage appointment.