words in movies
(Rachel enters with Paolo, speaking Italian. Ross looks annoyed)
Paolo: Ah, poke (Paolo touches Rachel's nose) a (touches nose again) nose, mmm (they rub noses, then kisses her)
Joey, Chandler, and Ross: (sitting in living room, imitating Paolo) Mma, Mma, Mmaah
Phoebe's Assistant: Oh, here comes your 3:00. I don't mean to sound unprofessional, but, yum (walks out, Paolo enters)
Paolo: Buon Giorno, Bella Phoebe!
Phoebe: Oh, Paolo, hi, what are you doing here?
Paolo: Uh, Racquela tell me you massage, eh?
(Paolo speaks Italian)
Paolo: Uh, I am, uh, being naked?
Phoebe: All right, you know Paolo?
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.)
(The flashback resumes with Paolo grabbing her butt.)
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)
Phoebe: Paolo made a pass at me.
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!
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!
Paolo: No, that's cold, that's cold, that's...
(Paolo enters. Ross, Phoebe, and Monica scatter)
Paolo: Uh, I am, uh, to say good-bye.
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: Grazie.
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)
Ross: Uh, no, no, see, because not...not all guys are going to be a Paolo.
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: 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.
(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: Oh honey, are you jealous of Paolo? Oh, c'mon, I'm so much happier with you than I ever was with him.
Paolo: Ah! Nora Bing!
RACHEL: Ok, uh, Billy Dreskin, Pete Carney, Barry, and uh, oh, Paolo.
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.
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.
[Cut to the other side of the apartment, Ross has gone over to straighten things out with Paolo.]
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.
Paolo: Bona sera.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Rachel and Paolo are at the window. Ross and Joey are watching disgustedly.]
Monica: Oh my gosh! Rachel, honey.. are you okay? Where-where's Paolo?
Paolo: (something in Italian, he is apparently attracted to Phoebe)
RACHEL: Ok, Ross, try to hear me. Ok, I, hey, I'm not gonna lie to you. Ok, it was good with Paolo.
(Rachel walks away from Paolo, laughing.)
Rachel: (entering with Paolo, arm in arm) Everybody, this is Paolo. Paolo, I want you to meet my friends. This is Monica.
Paolo: (something in Italian)
Paolo: Ross!
Paolo: Thing?
Ross: Paolo. Hi.
Paolo: Ciao, bela.
Paolo: (something Italian)
Paolo: Bed?
Paolo: (something romantic in Italian about Rachel and the stars)
Paolo: Oh!
Paolo: Ah, you... have the sex?
Paolo: Si.
Paolo: No.
(Rachel opens the door to Paolo)
Paolo: (pointing at game) Monopoly!
Rachel: Yes. Paolo sent them from Italy.
Chandler: I can't believe it. Paolo kissed my mom?
Ross: (mocking Paolo) Blah blah blah, blah blah blah... blah blaaaaaah....
(Monica and Rachel's door opens and Rachel and Paolo emerge)
Rachel: Ah, Paolo, this is Phoebe.
(The lights come back on, and Rachel and Paolo are making out. Ross clutches his chest.)
RACHEL: God, Ross, look, what you and I have is special, all Paolo and I ever had was...
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...
Monica: Hello? Hello? Oh! Rachel, it's Paolo calling from Rome.
(Rachel feeds something to Paolo. He eats it and licks her hand)
Paolo: Poco... a leetle.
(Enter Rachel and Paolo. They are both somewhat flustered)
Phoebe: Ah! Well! There you go! Last to know again! And I'm guessing... since nobody told me... this is Paolo.
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: 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?
(She and Paolo walk a little way down the hall)