words in movies
Chandler: Okay.
Gary: Tonight, but don't say anything. Okay?
Monica: I swear, I promise. I promise. Oh my God, I'm so excited! {And I just can't hide it! I'm about to lose control and I think I like it! Sorry, just couldn't resist it.} All right, listen let me tell you, do not get her flowers. Okay? Because y'know, she cries when they die, and there's the whole funeral
Phoebe: Okay. Bye!
Rachel: Noo! I wish! Okay, you ready?
Rachel: Okay! (She goes and gets her surprise and when she returns with it, Ross stares in shock.) Check it out!
Rachel: Ugh! Look you guys, I'm really excited about this! Okay? I don't care what you think! I'm gonna go set up a little litter box for Mrs. Whiskerson. (They both glare at her.) Well, what am I gonna call her? Fluffy?!
Joey: Okay!
Ross: I know! (Looks at the ball in his hands.) Don't switch hands, okay?
Gary: Sure. Okay.
{Y'know, sometimes I think the script writers throw in a line like that to try to trip me up. But it won't work. I'll always have the last laugh! <manical_laugh.wav> Okay, so maybe I'm a little deluded, it's probably just my spellchecker. But, I must admit I did get Mesozoic and Paleozoic on the first attempt. Yay me! Anyhoo }
Phoebe: Yeah! Okay. (They move to the couch.)
Phoebe: Thanks! Okay. (They sit down.)
Monica: Oh my God, the cat's made my eyes water! Don't-don't throw it to me! My vision's been compromised!! (Quickly grabs a tissue to wipe her eyes.) Oh God! Okay. Okay. It's okay. Man, that was close.
Gary: Okay, I'll see you at the station later.
Phoebe: Okay, yeah, I'll see you later! Don't forget about the moving in!
Gary: Hey, honey! Okay, so did you find any apartments? Anything in Brooklyn Heights?
Gary: Take a seat. You okay? You feeling all right? (Closes the door and takes off his coat.)
Gary: Let me tell you what I think might be going on. (Phoebe looks down in shame.) No-no-no, don't look at the table. Look at me. (Points to his eyes and she does so) Okay, I think somebody asked someone to move in with them. And I think someone said, "Yes" but now she's having doubts because things are moving to fast for someone. Does that sound at all possible to you?
Gary: Phoebe, it's okay that you feel this way. I mean it is soon. And there's a lot of things we don't know about each other, and I just figure that everything I really like. And the things I don't know, I get to learn about at someplace with both our names on the mailbox.
Rachel: Well, so then what are you doing to me? Okay? Just get out of here! All right? Move on!
Woman No. 2: Maybe. I was thinking about getting a cat, I was just going to go to the shelter (Good for her) but Okay, why not?
Rachel: Okay, a thousand.
Woman No. 2: Okay, yeah, I just wanted a cat. (Starts to leave.)
Rachel: (makes some unintelligible sound to stop her from leaving) Obviously you know how to haggle, so I'm not gonna try and take you on. Okay? So $800 and I don't call the cops because you're robbing me blind! Blind! (Covers her eyes) Just take cat, leave the money, and run away! Run away! (Uncovers her eyes and sees that the woman has fled) Damnit! (To the cat) Cat, can't you at least smile or something?! (The cat hisses at her again, it sounds like Rachel) Okay, did anybody just hear that? Anybody?
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Joey, Ross, Monica, and now Chandler are still playing catch. The guys are exhausted and sitting around the room. Monica is still standing all pumped up and being hyper-competitive yet again. {Okay! We get it! She's competitive!! Must we see all the time?!}]
Phoebe: Okay. (He grabs his gun and shoots the bird.) Oh! Oh no.
Rachel: Phoebe, are you okay?
Monica: It's okay. It's okay. Just pretend that it didn't happen! Okay? No one needs to know! I mean, Phoebe's not an official ballplayer! I mean, only official ballplayers can drop the ball!
All: All right. Okay. I'm starving! (They all get up, thus officially ending the game.)
Monica: Okay! Okay, let's race! First one there wins! Ha-ha! (Runs out the door and everyone watches her leave.)
Chandler: Y'know, how did I get this reputation as a dropper? Okay? I'm anything but a dropper. (We see various scenes of him dropping a football, a mug of coffee, the phone, an apple, a Frisbee, a record, and the final scene has a ball bouncing off of his chest. I'm not going to describe them, you'll have to see them.)
Phoebe: Okay, sorry. Yeah. (They go inside to confront the father.)
Joey: Okay, I guess it doesnt seem that weird.
Monica: Ross, I'm gonna use yours, okay?
Chandler: Okay. (He gets up and goes to find her.)
Phoebe: Okay so, well just come up with some kind of signal if its going well you can take off.
Rachel: (touches his knee) Im pregnant. (Ross stops.) Ross? (Ross is staring off into space.) Ross? (Ross is still frozen) Okay, whenever youre ready. (Sits back and opens her magazine.) And youre the father by the waybut you got that
Phoebe: Or we could just follow your clever jokes any ideas? No! Didnt think so! Okay, cmon guys, show us where the presents are!
Rachel: Hey, that is the babys problem. (Dr. Green returns.) Oh, everything okay with the waiter?
Chandler: Okay umm, before I meant you I had really little life and I couldnt imagine growing old with
Ross: Okay, bye.
Chandler: Shes okay with Rachel and the baby?
Phoebe: Youre just saying that because youre my biggest fan. (The fan leaves and Joey approaches.) (To Joey) Joey listen, take good care of that guy, okay? (Points) Hes a fan. (To the fan as shes leaving) Bye! (Exits)
Danny: (Looking at Monica) Absolutely! Is Friday okay?
Chandler: Its not just that shes cute, okay. Its just that... shes really really cute.
Rachel: Okay.
Ross: Okay!
Phoebe: Okay. Good, all right, lets get back in the car, cause its freezing, and my chest is unsupported.
Chandler: Okay! (Stands up) This is it! (Claps his hands) We're gonna get married!
Chandler: Okay! Okay! Everybody down! Everybody down! (Rachel turns off the lights and everyone crouches. As everyone crouches, a ripping noise erupts from the assemblage.)
Chandler: Okay, so now do you believe that she's attracted to me?
Ross: Okay, that's great. (Susan gives her drink to Carol.) No, I'm- Oh.
Phoebe: Oh okay.
Ross: Awoh, thats right. Are-are you gonna be okay?
Monica: Okay, dinners ready!
Monica: Anyway, it just doesnt seem worth it to make a whole turkey for just three people. Okay? Its a lot of work.
Rachel: Okay Monica, did you know about this?!
Rachel: (returning) Okay, remember uh, remember how you told me that your grandmother put up that wall to make that into two bedrooms?
Ross: Okay. Okay. (To the nurse behind the desk.) Umm hi, this is Rachel Green. Im Ross Geller. We-we called from the car.
Ross: Okay! Okay! Ooh-hey-hey-hey! Okay! Okay! Okay! Ill-Ill tell her tonight I cant see her anymore.
Amy: Hey you know what, this kid needs me, okay? She needs to have a cool fun aunt!
Ursula: Yeah, no were not thirty. Were 31. Okay. (She closes the door.)
Phoebe: Okay.
Rachel: Okay. Well, I gotta go you guys. Ill see you later.
Joey: Okay, so will you meet with her?
Chandler: Okay.
Rachel: Okay.
Monica: Okay! (They high-five and he walks out.)
Phoebe: Ah! Okay so that would make me Susan.
Rachel: Okay, so lets play for some pepper! Stop spending my money!
Rachel: (she hurries after him) Wait, we still have time to talk and theyre-they're not even in the car yet! (She takes a quick look down the street.) Oh look, there they go, okay. (She hurries in, too)
Director: (on phone)...Dammit, hire the girl! (He hangs up the phone.) Okay, everybody ready?
Chandler: Okay, ten blocks down. Five to go.
Chandler: Okay. (Moves closer to the window.)
Ross: Okay, but just the jacket. Double-oh and seven are not gettin in there.
Ross: Okay. (Not happy about it.)
Rachel: (Somewhat angrily) Okay. What the hell was that? You know what? Dont answer me. (Giggling) I have a date with Danny.
Phoebe: Okay, I'll do it, but just these three, right
Mona: Okay. IBut I think we should still have this conversation.
Rachel: Okay, even this is turning me on!
Phoebe: Oh. Okay, well I-I was kinda hoping that I would just be alone yknow to think about my mom and her suicide.
Phoebe: Okay.
Rachel: Okay, umm, Im gonna get my sweater. (Walks away.)
Mona: Okay.
Mona: Okay
Phoebe: Hi! Okay, Monica, Rachel, this is my friend Roger.
Phoebe: Yeah, okay lets leave these two alone.
Phoebe: Okay. (The gang is giggles then Phoebe gets the bike out of the rack, gets on, pushes off, rolls a few feet, and falls over.) See?
Phoebe: Well, how about a compromise then, okay? What if its like yknow, Chanoey?
Rachel: Okay, good night!
Chandler: Oh, okay.
Rachel: (interrupting) Okay! Ill go with ya! Ill go! Ill go with ya.
Monica: Okay, Im next. (Phoebe starts another game.) Dont! Dont start another game! I said Im next! Phoebe!
Monica: (telling Chandler the seating arrangement) Okay so this is where the band is. (Points.) And this is where the bar is. (Points) And all these pins have peoples names on them. (She has pins to show the seating at each of the tables.) And Rach, here you are. (Points to Rachels place.)
Phoebe: (to Robert) Youve have lipstick right here (points to her cheek). Thats okay, its mine, we just kissed.
Rachel: (with a hurt expression on her face) Okay, but before you go, could you help me first?
Ross: Okay. (Swallows hard.) Hop on Gert. (She does and Ross winces in pain.)
Frank: Okay, so what you used to have with Rachel, is what Ive got with Alice.
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...
Joey: Oh uh, okay. Yeah.
Rachel: Okay. (Pushes play.) Okay, thats him! Thats him! Thats Cujo! Thats Cujo!
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.
Joey: All right. Okay. You and Monica, friends for a long time, and sure there are rules, but then you went to London. Oh, no, but thats different. I mean, there are rules there, too! You know what I mean?
Rachel: Okay fine, what do you have?
Rachel: Okay! I was thinking if its a girl, how about Sandrine? Its French.
Rachel: Okay, James.
Rachel: Yeah, I-I-I-Im funny Ben, but Im not stupid. Okay?
Phoebe: Okay. So, this wire is connected to this wire which plugs into here. (She points at each as she says it.) Okay so, to get the beeping to stop all I have to do (She picks up a shoe and proceeds to pummel the smoke detector. She then gets up and heads to bed, stops, quickly turns around, and is satisfied that the beeping has stopped.) Well done, Pheebs. (She resumes her trek to bed, but is stopped at the entrance to the hallway by the now steady and extremely loud tone emanating from the smoke detector.) (Yelling.) What do you want from me?!!!!!!!
Chandler: Oh, okay. (Hands her the money.) Here you go.
Rachel: (laughs) Okay. All right, stand up. (They do so.) Well, when were at the door, I lightly press my lips against his, and then move into his body just for a second, and then I make this sound, "Hmmm." Okay, I know it doesnt sound like anything, but I swear it works.
Monica: Okay, lets talk about something else.
Monica: Okay, he was talking about rules.
Phoebe: Okay.
Chandler: Okay.
Joey: Yeah. You know? You just... Look, you gotta... You gotta think about last night the way she does, okay? Maybe, maybe sleeping together was the perfect way to say goodbye?
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!
Monica: Okay.
Phoebe: Okay.
Monica: Okay.
Monica: Oh, okay. No problem.
Monica: Alright, well, this does not change anything. (to Chandler) Okay, we need to get something to grease the sides of his face.
Phoebe: Okay. Do you guys want me to play for you?
(She grabs his arm and drags him over to a table where three beautiful women are sitting. Now, Im going to go out on a limb and say that their names are Stephanie, Karin, and Meg. Okay, so I looked at the credits. Of course, only Meg is named later on, so Ill have to guess who is Stephanie and who is Karin. But, well cross that bridge when we come to it.)
Chandler: Okay. How about in that cabinet?
Chandler: Okay, dont say anything, you might scare it away.
Phoebe: (getting uncomfortable) Okay.
Ross: (rushes in) Is everything okay?
Rachel: Okay, no uterus, no opinion.
Chandler: The door hasnt been locked in five years, but okay! (Runs out.) Ready?!
Rachel: Okay. Oh GodOw!Oo!
Monica: Okay.