words in movies
Chandler: OH MY GAWD! I am so sorry sweetie, are you okay? You didnt tell her we were getting married, did you?
Monica: Sweetie, I think the glasses look great. They make you look really sexy.
Phoebe: Hey sweetie!
Monica: (taking Rachels hand) Sweetie okay. Its okay. Everybody made it to the wedding. Im fine.
Monica: Hi sweetie!
Ross: Sweetie thats it.
Monica: Is this the video of the baby being born? Sweetie, this is Phoebes. Why were you even watching it?
Rachel: Thanks sweetie.
Monica: (handing her a cup) Here you go sweetie.
Joey: (Looking inside the fridge, and we only see his back. Then he closes the door, and we see it's Joey.) Hi sweetie!
Rachel: (entering) Hi, sweetie.
Ross: (exiting the bathroom) That-that-thats all right, no honey, you take your time sweetie. Ill be right out here. (She slams the door in his face, to the gang) Shes just fixing her makeup.
Ross: Sweetie youre doing great.
Dr. Roger: Im sorry sweetie, its the hospital. The food looks great, maybe save me some?
Monica: Hey sweetie.
Rachel: (coming from her room) Hi, sweetie.
Monica: Oh sweetie, I'm so proud of you!
Rachel: Anyway sweetie, I am, Im so sorry I ruined your night.
Ross: Come on sweetie! Youve had to work late every night for the past two weeks, what is it this time?
Ross: Sweetie, this conversation is starting to make me a little uncomfortable.
Phoebe: Okay, well if I was in this for the money, Id be a millionaire by now, y'know. You just got to get out of that jingle head sweetie.
Monica: (to Chandler) Hey sweetie! (they kiss)
Monica: Sweetie, with you its gonna be different. The sex is gonna be great, cause you-you guys are in love.
Monica: Aww, sweetie, but its not like youre not gonna have anything. Youre gonna have nieces and nephews, and some ways thats even better.
MRS. GELLER: Well sweetie, we have a surprise for you. We're turning your room into a gym.
Monica:: sweetie it's ok, I still love you, let me be a part of this.
Monica: Come here! Come here! (They hug.) Sweetie you dont have to worry. No, besides yknow what? Im gonna have a lot of new things with you. The first time we buy a house. Our first kid. Our first grandkid
Monica: Oh, Rachel, sweetie, look, here's a really cute picture of Joey and you at the reception.
Monica: Ohh! Ohhhh! Were you sleeping sweetie? Im sorry. Here. (Hands the mug of milk to him.)
Monica: See? Thats what I mean. I mean that, thats great! But I wouldnt trade in what I have for that. I mean Im gonna be with Chandler for the rest of my life, and thats what makes me happy. (Chandler approaches.) Hey sweetie, come here! Come sit down. Hey Phoebe and I were just talking about how our relationship is deep and meaningful. It really is dont you think?
Mrs. Geller: Well what is it? Come on sweetie, your like, freaking me out here.
Rachel: Okay sweetie, you can do it. Just open up and put it in your mouth.
Monica: No! No! No! No sweetie! No! Not like that! Were not at a barn dance. Youve gottayou wanna fold them like swans. Like I showed you at Christmas time, remember?
Monica: No sweetie, youve got to win over the guy that controls C.H.E.E.S.E.! Youve got to kiss some serious robot ass!
MONICA: Hi sweetie, look before I forget, did I leave my diaphram at your place? Hi mom. [she starts throwing oranges at Ross who's looking pleased with himself]
Janice: I'll see you later, sweetie. Bye Joey.
Monica: Hey sweetie. Oh good. (Takes the baking dish from her.)
Monica: Sweetie, you know I have no sense of humor when it comes to the wedding.
Ross: (answering the phone.) Hello. (Listens) Hi sweetie. (Listens.) Good. Look umm, yes I've been thinking about that thing that you wanted me to do and, I can do it. (Rachel gives him a thumbs up.) So will you come to New York? (Rachel wants to know what she said, and he gives her a thumbs up and she goes over and hugs him. All the time not knowing what's going on.)
Ross: Uh sweetie, maybe youd be more comfortable here? (Gets up from the green armchair.)
Rachel: Oh, hi sweetie. (They kiss)
Mr. Geller: Which means you had seven years of beach fun and you cant put a price on that sweetie.
Phoebe: Of course you don't sweetie. You're brand new.
MRS GREEN: [laughing] You have some life here, sweetie.
Her friend: I don't know sweetie.
Ross: Ooh hey, Emma, daddy has some presents for you okay? Okay? I want you to wait right here. Come here sweetie.
Monica: Oh my god, Emma. Oh, sweetie, I forgot you were here. Oh, you're right, we can't do this. We can't leave her alone.
MONICA: Bye sweetie, (kisses him) I love you.
Monica: Feeling a little better sweetie?
ROSS: Sweetie, it's be gonna okay, all right. It's a wedding, generally people focus on the bride.
Ross: Sweetie, dont worry youll get picked. Chandler.
Ross: Sweetie, calm down, its gonna be okay.
Monica: Ohh, sweetie! (Goes to comfort her.) Hey, I bet you anything that hes gonna call you again.
ROSS: OK sweetie, I'll see you later.
Mr. Geller: Happy birthday, sweetie! Give us a hug! (Starts to get up.)
Dr. Green: I have no idea, I went to the bathroom. So sweetie, you were starting to tell me what is uh, what is new with you.
Man: (entering, carrying a pillow) Hi sweetie!
Monica: Hey Joey, sweetie, taste this. (Holds out a spoon for him.)
Joey: (placing Hugsy back in the crib) There you go sweetie... (to Emma) This isn't over.
Mr. Geller: Well, the garage flooded sweetie and it ruined everything in your boxes. Im sorry.
Ross: Sweetie, you gotta relax. Everythings gonna be great, okay? Come on. Come on.
Roger: What's wrong, sweetie?
Susan: Carol, Carol, sweetie. Cleansing breath.
Roger: But you tell it really well, sweetie.
Ross: Oh, please. Sweetie its hopeless, okay, Im just gonna go. (starts to leave rubbing his neck)
Julie: Oh, thanks, sweetie.
Ross: And confused. Rach, sweetie, I-I um I didnt propose to you.
Monica: Sweetie, I wanted you to have him too.
MONICA: Just waiting for you sweetie.
JANICE: Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.
Mrs. Green: No. Sweetie, youre gonna be fine. (Starts to get up.)
Monica: No, sweetie, I-I trust you.
Ross: Look sweetie, I could be the bigger man, I could be the biggest man, I could be a big, huge, giant man, and it still wouldnt make any difference, except that I could pick your Father up and say Like me! Like me tiny doctor!
Monica: All right, sweetie that's fine. You didn't do it on purpose.
Ross: Oh, come here sweetie, listen, youre gonna go on like a thousand interviews before you get a job. (she glares at him) Thats not how that was supposed to come out.
Ross: Oh sweetie, when do you think youre going to get off tonight?
ROSS: Uh, sweetie we've gotta go.
Rachel: Its left sweetie, but thats okay sweetie, thats a tough one.
Rachel: Hi, sweetie!
Monica: Chandler, listen to me sweetie, I know you can do this. Okay? You have a beautiful smile.
Ross: Bye sweetie.
Mrs. Geller: Sweetie, you think you can get in there?
MRS GREEN: Sweetie! So this is where you work? Oh, it's wonderful! Is it a living room? Is it a restaurant? Who can tell? But I guess that's the fun.
Ross: Chandler, I want you to run a post pattern to the left, okay. And sweetie..
Roger: Geez, we're gonna be late, sweetie...
Janice: I just came up to say, "Hi!" Hi! (to Chandler) And you, sweetie, Ill see you tonight.
Ross: Sweetie, now I pick you.
Monica: Are you okay, sweetie?
MNCA: Alright, here you go, sweetie. [hands Fun Bobby his coffee]
Monica: Aw, Im sorry sweetie that she doesnt feel the same way.
Rachel: Im sorry, sweetie. (shows her the flyer)
Rachel: Hi sweetie!
Monica: Oh, sweetie. Oh, look at you. You're shivering.
Monica: Sweetie, we heard you crying. Please don't cry.
Monica: Honey, sweetie, by the edges.
Ross: Oh, oh, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry sweetie, I was just trying to ah, I'm dialing another number. (hangs up)
Gary: (To Phoebe) Hi sweetie. (Kisses her.) Hi, can I talk to you for a second?
Monica: Oh, sweetie! (They all hug.)
Rachel: Okay. Okay fine, yknow what? We will let Ross and Joey decide. (Ross enters.) (In a sexy voice.) Hiiiii, Ross! Sweetie.
MRS. GREENE: Happy birthday sweetie.
Chandler: Now sweetie, I know you dont like my office parties, but you can wear your new boots. See? Every cloud has a supple leather lining.