words in movies
Monica: (not amused by Chandlers joke) I miss Rachel. (To Chandler) No, my parents.
Ross: (trying to act manly in front of Janine) No I dont want to play video games, Joey!
Janine: No, but you should go to Chandlers. Because none of us knows how to cook, well probably just end up drinking all day.
Monica: No, sweetie, I-I trust you.
Mr. Geller: (angry) No.
Mr. Geller: Ok, I have dandruff. Theres no need to laugh and point.
Ross: Beef in a dessert?! I- no no no, there is no way!
Ross: No, no, we will. We just wont tell her she messed up.
Rachel: No!
Rachel: (sarcastically) No, I did, but tell me again, because its so romantic.
Ross: Oh, uh, can it wait a second Joey? I have to tell my parents something. No it cant? Okay.
Rachel: Oh no. No Ross, dont do this.
Rachel: No, I-I live with Phoebe. I mean youre [pity-tone] alone, alone. And I just-its just not the time for us. Im sorry.
Rachel: No, Im just kidding I would never do that to you! Okay, everybody, its trifle time!
Phoebe: I cant have any. You know I dont eat meat. (Faking dissapointment.) Ohhh no.
Ross: Wha? No no! Ah! (Ross scarfs all of his trifle down in about a second. He looks like hes going to throw up.) (Lying) All gone! So good! Maybe Chandler has some left.
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.
Mr. Geller: No! Thank you! (Hugs Chandler) Monica, and Ross! I dont know what Im gonna do about the two of you!
Joey: No it isnt, I ate that.
CHANDLER: There was no fish when she dropped it off.
Joanna: No, no, that was my boss. I have to go.
Phoebe: Alright, no, we could look at them!
ROSS: OK, my hands were no where near your butt.
GUYS: No no no.
CHANDLER: No.
ALL: Oh no.
JOEY: Oh no, what happened?
Monica: No, you�re right. Mnya, we shouldn�t do it like this. Huch. For what it�s worth, I�m, I�m sorry. I shouldn�t have come down on you so hard about the smoking. So you had a few cigarettes, not the end of the world.
Ross: (coming in) I'm dead and no one cares?
Mrs. Bing: (on TV) Oh no, I am a fabulous mom! I bought my son his first condoms.
SCOTT: No kidding.
RYAN: No.
PHOEBE: No.
RYAN: No.
PHOEBE: No. Here. [Throws them on the table.] There. Ooh, double sixes.
RUSS: No, let me finish.
MONICA: No. See you don't understand.
RICHARD: No that's not true. That is not true.
RICHARD: No come on. Come on tell me.
Pete: No! Look, I was gonna tell you this over dinner, but I met somebody else. On my trip.
Joey: no... hmmmmm... it's not... hmmmmmmmmmm
Friend No. 1: My God, what were you thinking about?
Joey: No wonder Rachel had to read this so many times.
ROSS: No, I, I only know Lipson.
PHOEBE: Oh no, ooh, ooh, did somebody forget to use a coaster?
Mrs. Geller: No, I'd be hearing about 'Why didn't I get the honey-glazed ham?', I didn't spend enough on flowers, and if I spent more she'd be saying 'Why are you wasting your money? I don't need flowers, I'm dead'.
CHANDLER: Wow, there's my fantasy come true. No, seriously.
Ross: No! No sir umm, she means a lot to me. I mean, I careI-I love Rachel.
RACHEL: No sorry hon, Monica's orders.
CHANDLER: No, just wanna make sure we're on the same page.
Chandler: No, I invited him to dinner so you could get a chance to get to know him! I mean, if we go through a sperm bank you never meet the guy, get to check him out.
Joey: What?!! (He turns around and stares at Chandler who's silently pleading with Joey to go along with it.) No I'm not!!
Monica: Lewis Posin! He was my best friend in fifth grade, and-and then one day I asked him to be my boyfriend and he said no. Do you know why?
CHANDLER: Joey, no means no!
Chandler: Monica, you have got to stop this competitive thing! Okay? It's crazy. {Finally! The voice of reason.} I mean, just impress Gary and Phoebe we have to go upstairs and have sex over and over and I'm saying no to this, why? Get your coat.
Fireman No. 1: You guys tell them you were married?
Young Ethan: No, don't say it. (closes Monica's mouth with his hand)
ROSS: (runs after her) No, Rach!
Phoebe: No, not the used wax.
Ross: No-no-no, no, umm, actually American surprise parties are-are-are very short. Its usually, "Surprise!" And then, "Oh my God, Im so surprisedgood-bye!"
RACHEL: [sings] And you're no friend to those with noses.
Rachel: No, it's been three nights in a row.
Monica: No! But, Im throwing this shirt away! I think there was a little misunderstanding before.
Ross: No.
Chandler: No, Janice.
Woman No. 1: Just a sec. (To Chandler and Joey) Hope you find your monkey. (She starts to shut the door)
Rachel: No I know, because to be a grandmother you have to be married and have children and I dont have any of those things. Thats why its so funny. (Runs into her room crying.)
EDDIE: No thanks man, I'm not uh, I'm not really into sports.
Ross: No, it's for when Carol goes into labor. She can get me wherever I am. I mean, all she has to do is to dial 55-JIMBO.
Chandler: No, I just always see guys doing this when they get handcuffs taken off them. (He runs over to where his pants are hanging) Hello sweet pants!
Ross: No anchovies.
Chandler: Oh yeah! Yeah, so you-you bumped into Richard! You grabbed a bite! It's no big deal. (He still ain't happy.)
Monica: No, I really, really do.
Phoebe: Have fun. Oh wait, no, dont! I forgot I am totally against that now.
Ross: No! Do you wanna hear it?
Rachel: Ohh no you dont! You got lighting last time, lighting is mine!
BIG BULLY: No.
Ross: No, no, no, no, no, no, not out of that, not out of clothes.
PHOEBE: No, no, no. I'm sorry. It's "smelly cat, smel-ly cat".
PHOEBE: No. No, he is my submaring guy. He resurfaces like every couple years and we have the most amazing three days together. Only this time he's coming for two weeks. Two whole weeks, which means yay.
Ross: No, no, no just do it. Go in there and pick something out so we can go.
Ross: No, no, no, no. Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Ross: No.
Rachel: No.
Rachel: I am still talking!! And then you chase away the one guy that I actually liked! I mean, no offense to you guys. Really! I mean (To Patrick) congratulations on all the cash, (He nods) and-and yknow(Feels Eldads hair)Wow! You do have very soft hair! But I would much rather go to the ball all by myself than go through anymore of this! Good-bye! (Grabs her stuff, starts to leave, then turns back suddenly, and to Eldad) Now do you use some sort of special conditioner on that hair?!
Ross: No, because your not upset.
Rachel: No, it's just that uhm... it feels so good... Ikea... (pause) Yeah, say hey, you'll know this, what's the capital of Sweden?
Rachel: No, no, no, wait! Okay, okay. Don't! I'll go, I'll go!
Charlton Heston: I dont know one actor worth his salt that didnt say at one time or another, "God, I stink!" Hell, I just did a scene out there, first take, I stunk the place up. But, the important thing you must remember, no matter how badly you think you might stink, you must never, ever bust into my dressing room and use my shower! Do you understand me?!
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I guess it's not about no guys, it's about the right guy, y'know? I mean, with Barry, it was safe and it was easy, but there was no heat. With Paolo, that's all there was, was heat! And it was just this raw, animal, sexual...
Casting Director No. 1: That's fine, thank you.
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)
Rachel: Oh no! Yes! Of course, I know that! I justI meant yknow are you still a We or are you just You?
Chandler: No you dontget it in black, not brown.
Monica: How hard is it? No shoes on the furniture.
Ross: No, no, don't, don't, rub it! Don't! (clapping) What gets out hummus?! What gets out hummus?!
Malcom: No.
Gym Employee: Okay, no problem. (To someone out of the picture) Could you come here for a second?
Ross: No, but, your-your mad.
Rachel: No! No, of course not. No. Thats why I brought it up. (Pause) They didnt have any sodas?
PHOEBE: No. This game is grotesque. Twenty armless guys joined at the waist by a steel bar, forced to play soccer forever. Ahh, hello, human-rights violation.
Chandler: No. How are ya Paul? (Starts to look for his credit card.)
Monica: Look look! It's Rachel and Barry. No, don't everybody look at once!
Joey: Oh, no thanks, I got it. (picks it up) No I dont!
Chandler: What? No, I want to watch this. (He turns on the television and the screen is completely covered in snow). Did your cable go out?
Ross: No, I'm sorry. Look I don't think that's what you wanna hear right now but I can't help it. I love marriage.
Monica: Lips moving, still talking. I mean it may not be ideal, but I'm so ready. No, I-I-I see the way Ben looks at you. It makes me ache, you know?
Ross: (to Joey) Where there is no fear of commitment.
Rachel: No, no, no, now wait, wa, wa, waa-it a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. That actually, uh, that sounds interesting.
Rachel: Okay, thank you. Thatll be all. (The mail guy leaves and Tag starts to follow, but Rachel stops him.) (Excitedly) Wait! Wait! (Rushes over and closes the office-door.) Did you see that? That mail guy had no idea there was something going on between us. (They kiss.)
Phoebe: No it's not, sorry.
Rachel: No Ross!! (stands up and moves away from him) Dont! You cant just kiss me and think youre gonna make it all go away, okay? It doesnt work that way. It doesnt just make it better. Okay?
Phoebe: Yeah okay, no if it helps you okay. Yeah.
Chandler: (normal voice) No. Not anymore.
Phoebe: Yeah, no, I understand.
Joey: No! No! I-I can do it one more time! See? Look! (Eats another spoonful) Hmm, noodle soup. Damnit! (Storms out.)
Ross: There was no song. (to Monica) There was no song!
Monica: I love you. (Phoebe leans in to kiss her.) Oh, wait, wait, wait! No hugs. The dresses... Oh what the hell. (the girls hug)
(He starts the car and surprisingly in fires right up and comes to a nice idle. (Both can be rarities with British sports cars with their lovely Lucas ignition systems, which tend not to work especially in the rain.) Anyway, this being New York he is parallel parked on a street with the car in front of him only inches ahead of his bumper, likewise with the car behind him. Hes completely boxed in and cant move more than two inches. He tries to get out several times by bumping the bumpers of both cars to no avail.)