words in movies
(Rachel opens the door to Paolo)
Paolo: Bona sera.
Paolo: Ah! Nora Bing!
(Enter Rachel and Paolo. They are both somewhat flustered)
(Rachel feeds something to Paolo. He eats it and licks her hand)
Mrs. Bing: No. Because I know how to write men that women fall in love with. Believe me, I cannot sell a Paolo. People will not turn three hundred twenty-five pages for a Paolo. C'mon, the guy's a secondary character, a, y'know, complication you eventually kill off.
(Monica and Rachel's door opens and Rachel and Paolo emerge)
(She and Paolo walk a little way down the hall)
Paolo: Ciao, bela.
Chandler: I can't believe it. Paolo kissed my mom?
Ross: I was really upset about Rachel and Paolo, and I think I had too much tequila, and Nora- um, Mrs. Mom- your Bing- was just being nice, y'know, and- But nothing happened, nothing- Ask Joey, Joey, uh, came in-
Rachel: Pheebs, I can't believe he hasn't kissed you yet. I mean God, by my sixth date with Paolo, I mean he had already named both my breasts! ...Ooh. Did I just share too much?
(Paolo enters. Ross, Phoebe, and Monica scatter)
Ross: (jealous) So, um... where did Paolo come from?
Chandler: Nothing for you, you have Paolo. You don't have to face the horrible pressures of this holiday: desperate scramble to find anything with lips just so you can have someone to kiss when the ball drops!! Man, I'm talking loud!
Rachel: Oh no! My new Paolo shoes!
RACHEL: Oh honey, are you jealous of Paolo? Oh, c'mon, I'm so much happier with you than I ever was with him.
Ross: Paolo, I-I just want to tell you and I think I speak for everyone when I say... (shuts door in his face and walks away)
RACHEL: Oh please. That Paolo thing was barely a relationship. All it really was was just, ya know, meaningless animal sex. Ok, ya know, that sounded soooo much better in my head.
(Ross notices that Paolo is standing on a step, which makes him taller. Ross gets up on the same step so he can look down at Paolo.)
RACHEL: Ok, uh, Billy Dreskin, Pete Carney, Barry, and uh, oh, Paolo.
Phoebe: Oh yeah, I'm sure. (Flashback resumes with Phoebe doing a voiceover.) And all of a sudden his hands weren't the problem anymore. (Flashback continues: Paolo rolls over, Phoebe looks down, then quickly looks up, bites lip, shakes her head)
RACHEL: Ross, Ross, please listen to me. Ross, you are so much better for me than Paolo ever was. I mean you care about me, you're loving, you make me laugh.
Rachel: Well, for your information, Paolo is gonna be in Rome this New Year, so I'll be just as pathetic as the rest of you.
[Cut to the other side of the apartment, Ross has gone over to straighten things out with Paolo.]
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel and Paolo are at the window. Ross and Joey are watching disgustedly.]
Joey: Yes, now is when you swoop! You gotta make sure that when Paolo walks out of there, the first guy Rachel sees is you, She's gotta know that you're everything he's not! You're like, like the anti-Paolo!
Monica: Oh my gosh! Rachel, honey.. are you okay? Where-where's Paolo?
Paolo: Uh, I am, uh, being naked?
Paolo: (something in Italian, he is apparently attracted to Phoebe)
Phoebe: Well, he came in for a massage, and everything was fine until. (A flashback starts Paolo, lying on massage table, moving his hands up Phoebe's legs.)
RACHEL: Ok, Ross, try to hear me. Ok, I, hey, I'm not gonna lie to you. Ok, it was good with Paolo.
Ross: Uh, no, no, see, because not...not all guys are going to be a Paolo.
Phoebe: Paolo made a pass at me.
Phoebe: Oh, Paolo, hi, what are you doing here?
Rachel: (entering with Paolo, arm in arm) Everybody, this is Paolo. Paolo, I want you to meet my friends. This is Monica.
Monica: Paolo, I really hate you for what you did to Rachel, (hands him a lasagna) but I still have five of these, so heat it at 375 until the cheese bubbles.
Paolo: (something Italian)
(Rachel walks away from Paolo, laughing.)
Paolo: (something in Italian)
Paolo: (something romantic in Italian about Rachel and the stars)
Paolo: No.
Paolo: Ross!
Paolo: Thing?
Paolo: Oh!
Paolo: Ah, you... have the sex?
Phoebe's Assistant: Oh, here comes your 3:00. I don't mean to sound unprofessional, but, yum (walks out, Paolo enters)
Ross: Paolo. Hi.
Paolo: Bed?
Paolo: (pointing at game) Monopoly!
Paolo: Si.
Ross: (mocking Paolo) Blah blah blah, blah blah blah... blah blaaaaaah....
(Rachel enters with Paolo, speaking Italian. Ross looks annoyed)
(Paolo speaks Italian)
Phoebe: All right, you know Paolo?
Paolo: Uh, Racquela tell me you massage, eh?
Paolo: No, that's cold, that's cold, that's...
Paolo: Buon Giorno, Bella Phoebe!
Paolo: Grazie.
Paolo: Uh, I am, uh, to say good-bye.
Rachel: Yes. Paolo sent them from Italy.
(The flashback resumes with Paolo grabbing her butt.)
Rachel: Ah, Paolo, this is Phoebe.
Joey, Chandler, and Ross: (sitting in living room, imitating Paolo) Mma, Mma, Mmaah
Paolo: Ah, poke (Paolo touches Rachel's nose) a (touches nose again) nose, mmm (they rub noses, then kisses her)
Monica: Hello? Hello? Oh! Rachel, it's Paolo calling from Rome.
Paolo: Poco... a leetle.
RACHEL: God, Ross, look, what you and I have is special, all Paolo and I ever had was...
Rachel: No...oh, I feel so stupid! Oh, I think about the other day with you guys and I was all "Oh, Paolo, he's so great, he makes me feel so..." Oh, God, I'm so embarrassed!
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...
(The lights come back on, and Rachel and Paolo are making out. Ross clutches his chest.)
Phoebe: Ah! Well! There you go! Last to know again! And I'm guessing... since nobody told me... this is Paolo.