words in movies
Carol: I was looking at stuffed animals, and Susan wanted a Chunky.
Dr. Baldhara: Does he, uh, fight with other animals?
JOEY: My animals. Hey the guy said they suited me, he spoke with an accent, I was all confused. I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Rachel: Oh!... Oh and Emma, look at your stuffed animals lined up so neatly!
ROB: The thing is, I think some of the parents, they were kinda hopin' that you'd play more songs about like, barnyard animals.
Chandler: Okay. And its not just chicks y'know? Its all kinds of other animals!
Phoebe: You guys you really should get rid of those animals. They shouldnt be living in an apartment.
PHOEBE: No no no, doggie please. Oh, I do so wanna love all animals, please no.
Conan: Now you guys work with animals a lot. You had to work early on with a monkey
Joey: Well, suppose until the babys born I laid off it. No extra animals would die, you-youd just be eating my animals.
Monica: Phoebe, you don't eat animals.
Phoebe: Turkeys are beautiful, intelligent animals!
Joey: Here? In the hall? What are we animals?
Monica: Now another way to organise your stuffed animals, is by size.
Phoebe: Are you kidding? People acting like animals to music. Come on!
Mike: Yeah - not such a problem with rats. No, they're more of a "love the one you're with" kind of animals.
Monica: What are you, animals? It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon!
[ Scene: Rachel and Joey's apartment. Chandler, Monica and Emma are sitting on the floor, and Emma's stuffed animals are lined up in front of them.]
Joey: I know, I know..., but that's okay. I mean, we can control ourselves, we're not animals.
PHOEBE: Today we're gonna start with some songs about barnyard animals. [singing] Oh, the cow in the meadow goes moo, Oh, the cow in the meadow goes moo. Then the farmer hits him on the head and grinds him up, And that's how we get hamburgers. Nooowww, chickens!
Joey: Animals dressed as humans.
Chandler: (To Monica) Why? Why-why-would youWh-why (To Mr. Geller) Look, I just dont want you to think that were animals who do it whenever we want.
Phoebe: No, no, no, I actually it's any baby animals: kittens, fish babies... You know... especially veal... and this, this nice vein of fat running through it... (she cuts the meat, picks it up with her fork and holds it in front of her mouth, which she keeps closed, trying to overcome her vegetarian thoughts... and... puts it in her mouth... Clearly not enjoying the meat...) Hmmm... yummy (everybody seems okay with it, except Mike. He's making a hmmmm.... face... Then Phoebe swallows it) Hmmm... (at first she likes it, but then, in an instant puts her hand in front of her mouth and runs from the table. You hear a door slamming.)