words in movies
Ross: What?
Monica: About what?
Phoebe: To see if know what these guys are talking about.
Ross: What about Ben?
Ross: What?! When have I ever touched myself in front of you guys?
Chandler: What?! Why does she think that?
Chandler: Again, what?!
Chandler: Well, what did she say?
Joey: Oh God, what the hell am I going to tell him?
Joey: (entering) Oh uh, hey Pheebs. Uh yknow what? Ill-Ill come back later. (He goes to leave but runs into Ross whos entering.)
Ross: Dad, what are you doing?
Ross: Yknow what? I dont like you without mom. (To Joey) Come on. (Walks away.)
Rachel: Im sorry honey, what were you saying?
Ross: What, that we had a baby? Come on lets give him a little credit, although, he did eat a piece of plastic fruit earlier.
Ross: What?
Ross: (pause) I am a doctor! Yknow what? Im just gonna go and talk to Rachel myself.
Ross: What? (Motions for Phoebe to go outside with him.) Oh my God! She-she thinks were engaged! Why? Why? Why would she think were engaged?!
Phoebe: Oh, what beautiful lukewarm sentiment.
Ross: Look, I didnt want to rush into anything. And it seemed like she didnt want to either. But I dont, I dont understand how any of this happened! What? Did she find the ring in my jacket, assume that I was going to propose, throw it on, and-and just start telling people?
[Scene: The Janitors Closet, Chandler and Monica are trying to figure out what to do now.]
Chandler: I just want you to know that what you witnessed in there, that wasnt for fun.
Mr. Geller: What?
Mr. Geller: Youre right, youre right. This is about your positions. Now, what I saw in the closet is not the optimum position for conceiving a child, although it might feel good.
Monica: What?
Monica: What?! Are you crazy? You just had Rosss baby! Its-its so inappropriate. No, its worse than that. Its wrong. Its It is bigger than mine! (Rachels engagement ring.)
Chandler: Joey, you have to tell her whats going on! And what did it look like?!
Ross: Then what did happen?
Rachel: Yeah, what did happen?
Rachel: Well then Joey, what the hell were you doing with an engagement ring?!
Ross: What?!
Ross: What?
Joey: Yknow what you guys? Im uh, Im gonna go too. And uh, Im sorry about everything.
Rachel: Im sorry, what?
Phoebe: See, this is exactly what we do not have time for. (She rushes into her room)
Rachel: What the hell was that?!
Joey: This is great, this is great, what else, what else?
Ross: Y'know what? I'm gonna go out on a limb and say no divorces in '99!
Chandler: I dont know! What could she possibly be hiding in here that I cant see?!
Phoebe: Wha..? Again with the nature, what are you? Beavers?
Rachel: Honey, what are you doing? Thats too heavy.
Phoebe: Wait, Im-Im sorry. Whats the big deal about a holiday card?
ROSS: What, what's that?
JOEY: What is it?
JOEY: What?
JOEY: So what.
Joey: What are you talking about?! I'm the lead in a movie!
Ross: Whats her last name?
JOEY: What?
EDDIE: What?
JOEY: What?
PHOE: I... I cannot believe Ross even made this list. What a dinkus.
RACHEL: What was the book?
JOEY: Heh, what d'ya say?
[Scene: The Hallway, Chandler and Rachel are on their knees with forks trying to salvage what they can of the cheesecake off of the floor.]
PHOEBE: What?
Joey: Well what do I know?! Im not a doctor!
JOEY: You have any idea what this'll do for your sex life?
JOEY: What?
Joey: (concerned) Oh. Whats, whats going on? Is it mom? Is she sick? Is it dads heart? Is that a sandwich?
ROSS: What?
Director: And cut. Hey, Butt Guy, what the hell are you doing?
CHANDLER: So what happened?
(Dr. Harad drops what he's doing and stares at her.)
RACHEL: What?
Ross: But I'm not! (pause). You know what if you're in the mood for Thai food...
Joey: Well, not so good. She definitely thinks tonight is the night we're gonna... complete the transaction, if you know what I...
The Doctor: What do we got here?
ROSS: What, the word hi?
Chandler: I don't know. That's the thing. I don't know what I want to do. I just know I'm not going to figure it out working there.
Ross: Well then well-well see you the day after tomorrow. (Walks away slowly, but notices something.) Mom?! Dad?! (Theyre sitting by the window.) What-what what you guys doing here?!
Rachel: Whoa!! Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. What time did your little friend leave? (Ross cant answer that) Oh my God. She was there? She was still there? She was in there, when I was in there?!
Chandler: (covering) What... did you get me there?
Monica: Whats hard to believe?
Rachel: Well now whats the rush?
Ross: (following them into the kitchen) What are you guys doing?
JOEY: I fall down an elevator shaft? What the hell does this mean, I fall down an elevator shaft?
Ross: Thanks. (Phoebe gets up to get a refill.) (To Monica) Oh! So for tomorrow, do you want to rent a car and drive down together or what?
Joey: (laughing and turning off the TV) So, what did you guys think?
CHANDLER: What just happened?
Monica: I mean, who knows how long it's gonna take for someone else to give us a baby? What if, what if no one ever picks us?
ROSS: Wha, what?
RACHEL: What?
JOEY: Do what?
RACHEL: Ohh, what is in that?
Monica: Well what is it? What is it? If its gonna help bring the baby here, like today. I mean, I think you should do it.
ROSS: What?
Joey: So what? Being funny is Chandler's thing... You know, like Ross's thing is... (he can't come up with anything)
JOEY: That's what it says.
ROSS: No no no, I mean, hey, why shouldn't I be happy for you? What would it say about me if I couldn't revel in your joy? I'm revelling baby, believe me!
Ursula: Yea-huh! Thats what is says on my birth certificate.
RACHEL: For what?
Rachel: No, no dont get mad because lookthis is what happened. So I-I started packing, then I realized, "What am I doing? I am lousy at packing!" Right? But you love packing! So, as a gift to you, on our last night, ta-da!
RACHEL: What?
Chandler: Hello? Hello? Oh, hey Charlie. Did anybody else hear? ... What? Susan got it?? How? Oh man, I would have slept with him!! .. Alright, bye. (hangs up)
Rachel: (startled) Ahh, hi! Hi! Melissa, whats up? Im just uh, about to umm, go out to the store to get some stuff to put in my backpack. Yknow, like dried fruit and granola and stuff. Whats up? (She has put on the backpack.)
Mr. Franklin: What do you think of adding him to our team?
PHOEBE: I don't know what to do with that.
Ross: Hey, whatd you guys do to get up on there?
Phoebe: Oh yknow whats sadder than this? Bambi. I cried for three days with that movie. No wait two! Because on the third day my mother killed herself so I was partly crying for that.
Rachel (feeling awkward): So, what do think you wanna order? I'm really excited about that chicken.
Rachel: You know what, I can't do this. I don't know which one of you guys to pick.
Monica: Honey, what is the Bruce Springsteen CD in the Kat Stevens case?
Chandler: See, it pays to know the man who wears my shoes. (Joey and Ross wonder what he means) Me.
MONICA: What?
Chandler: Uh, what about yknow the massage thing? That never gave you a heart attack.
Ross: I don't think that's what this is.
Phoebe: Would you relax? I know what I am doing. This is how he wears it.
Rachel: Yeah, yknow what? Dont look at it. (Realizes the display is their living room) Seriously, dont look at it. (Tries to pull Phoebe away.)
MR. GELLER: What? I'm kidding. You know I'd never let him touch the Porsche.
Monica: Oh, this terrible! Everything is destroyed! Look at this. (She picks up some kind of furry thing.) It obviously meant enough for me to save it, and I dont even know what it is! Ohh, its still soft. (She rubs it against her cheek.) What do you think this is?
ROSS: What?
RACHEL: What?
Joey: Well, what am I gonna do Rach?! I dont have that kind of money!
RACHEL: What?
GUNTHER: What?
Rachel: Look, I know what's going on here, okay, Mark explained it all to me. He said this is what you guys do.
Ross: Woha! Wait... What are we doing? What we have is too important to mess it up over some girl. I mean, we can get laid anytime we want.
Joey: What the hell is in there?
Rachel: Uh-huh. No, I hear what youre saying and-and-and that makes a lot of sense but can I just say one more thing? (Takes out his picture.) Look how pretty!
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Mrs. Green is telling Ross what needs to be done to baby proof his apartment.]
Rachel: Of course I packed! Monica relax! I just wanted to ask Phoebe her opinion on what I should wear tonight.
Ross: What the hell are you doing? You scared the crap outta me.
Phoebe: I wouldn't say never, you know there's that guy (pause) well what about (pause) ok well there's gotta be someone.
Ross: Oh, I know. Yknow what, I never wouldve gotten this if it werent for you. No really, when Im with you Im-Im like this whole other guy, I love that guy! I mean, I love you too, a lot, but that guy! I-I love that guy!
Rachel: (entering from her room) Whoa what?
JOEY: Oh no, what happened?
Ross: Alright, you know what? You're right. I should at least tell her how I feel.
Chandler: Y'know what, I think we can go out there. I mean they have more important things to worry about.
ROSS: Wow, well uh, uh, actually, Julie's downstairs getting a cab, I just need the cat toy, did Monica say. . . What? Why, why are you looking at me like that? RACH: I don't know, I, I feel like I had a dream about you last night but I, I don't remember. ROSS: OK. Oh, oh, oh. [runs over and picks up the cat toy] RACH: Did we speak on the phone last night? Did you call me? ROSS: No, I stayed at Julie's last night. RACH: Huh. ROSS: Oh, actually I haven't even been home yet. Do you mind if I check my messages? RACH: Oh yeah, go ahead. [Rachel walks in her room. Ross picks up the phone and dials his machine to check his messages.] ROSS: Rach, I got a message from you. [pauses] Who's Michael? [Rachel comes out of her room, suddenly she remembers leaving the message.]
Ross: Of course he is! What, do you think Id just use my son as-as an excuse? What kind of father do you think I am?
Rachel: No, you know what, I think you should go.
Phoebe: What make you think I can?! (Shields her eyes from it.)
Ross: ...nauseous, I'm physically nauseous. What am I supposed to do, huh? Call immigration? (pauses, looks suddenly inspired) I could call immigration!