words in movies
Frank Jr.: Sometimes I think that.. Oh, no, no, no, I can't say it, it's too horrible. No.
Frank Jr.: No, I can't.
Phoebe: What?! You can't separate them! That's terrible. Which one?
Phoebe: Okay, well, this is crazy. Can't seriously be talking about me taking one of your kids, can we?
Frank Jr.: What's green and says "hey, I'm a frog"? A talking frog! (Laughs.) Oh, no, you can't have him, he's too funny.
Frank Jr.: Oh, no, no, you can't have Chandler, no. No, no. She's my little genius. I got big hopes for her. She's gonna be a doctor or a realtor..
David: Yes I can. Because if I go it means I have to break up with you, and I can't break up with you.
Ross: Look, you can't do this Mon. All right, if you do this, I'm, I'm gonna, I'm, I'm gonna.....
Joey: Pheebs, you can't do that. The casting director doesn't talk to friends, she only talks to agents.
Rachel: Ross, you are so pathetic. Why can't your son just play with his doll? (uses the Milk Master 2000 to pour milk into her cereal)
Phoebe: Yeah. Ooh God, there's that face again! See I can't do this job! I...
Monica: I'm so sorry, I can't believe I did this, but I couldn't stop laughing at your Norman Mailer story.
Ross: And that's why, no matter what mommy says, we really were on a break. (baby talk) Yes we were! Yes we were! (picks Emma up) Come here gorgeous. (puts her on his knees and talks to her) Oh! Look at you! You are the cutest little baby ever! You're just a... a little bitty baby, you know that? But you've got... (in a softer voice) You've got big beautiful eyes... Yes you do... and a... and a big round belly. (emphasises the B's) Big baby butt! I like big butts. (raps) I like big butts and I cannot lie / you other brothers can't deny / when a girl walks in with an itty, bitty, waist / and a round thing in your face you get...(Emma laughs) Oh my God, Emma... you're laughing! Oh my God, you've never done that before, have you? You never done that before... Daddy made you laugh, huh? Well, daddy and Sir Mix Alot... What? What? You... you wanna hear some more? Uhm...(raps) My anaconda don't want none / unless you got buns hon... (Emma laughs again and Ross looks worried) I'm a terrible father!
Janice: You seek me out. Something deep in your soul calls out to me like a foghorn. Janice, Janice. You want me. You need me. You can't live without me. And you know it. You just don't know you know it. See ya.
ROSS: Well then that's it. And if George and Adelaide can't accept that, then the hell with them. Look, if my parents didn't want me to marry you, no way that would have stopped me. Look, this is your wedding. Do it.
MONICA: You can't be a lawyer. You're eight.
Chandler: Oh God, I can't believe I'm even considering this... I'm very very aware of my tongue...
SUSIE: I can't do Chris's makeup. She refuses to acknowledge that she has a moustasche.
Ross: Look, G. I. Joe's in, Barbi's out. And if you guys can't deal with it, that's your 'too bad.'
ROSS: What about Ben? We can't bring a baby to a hospital.
Phoebe: (after a pause) Unless... Maybe it's too crazy about this... Alright so... you know, there is no future... but that doesn't mean we still can't have fun. You know what? Forget what I said.
JOEY: Hey, why can't we use the same toothbrush, but we can use the same soap?
Chandler: I'm sor... Just go. Just go. I can't, I can't.
Rachel: What? Oh, I'm sorry, I can't, I'm busy.
JOEY: Really. Why can't we just get some pizzas and get some beers and have fun?
MONICA: You would not. I can't believe this. I hate this, you're too normal. I can't believe my boyfriend doesn't have a thing. My boyfriend doesn't have a thing.
RACH: [obviously drunk] I mean, it's a cat, y'know, it's a cat. Why can't they get one of those bugs, y'know, one of those fruitflies, those things that live for like a day or something? [belligerently] What're they called, what're they called, what're they called?
Ross: ...can't, can't a guy send a barbershop quartet to his girlfriend's office anymorrrrre!!
Phoebe: I can't, I have to take my grandmother to the vet.
Phoebe: But I don't think I can! it was ok to move in when I didn't know what was gonna happen, but I can't move in knowing that nothing is ever gonna happen.
PHOEBE: I can't believe you caved.
ROSS: Oh look, I can't believe this. Look, homo-habilus hasn't even learned how to use tools yet and they've got him here wi, with clay pots. Why don't, why don't they just give him a microwave? I'm sorry, I'm sorry this is taking so long, ya know, I, I, it's just it's longer than I expected, we will have dinner.
Joey: Uhm... ok... uhm... Well, yeah... You have got some nerve, coming back here. I can't believe you never called me.
Ross: Okay, 'you' can't, or (Points to Chandler) you can't? (Chandler grabs his finger) Okay, that's my finger. (Chandler twists it and Ross goes down on one knee) That's, that's my knee. (To Central Perk) Still doing the play. Aaah!
Phoebe: (entering with Rachel) and I-I can't take it! Y'know? I'm just, always afraid one of them is gonna catch me with the other one. It's making me crazy.
ROSS: No see now, now I can't because uh, I'm feeling too self conscious.
Steve: Well then you can't have any. (she grabs for the package, and it breaks open. Gummi-bears fly everywhere, some into the punch bowl on the table.) Bear overboard! I think he's drowning. (he throws some Sugar-O's into the punch bowl) Hey fellows! Grab on a Sugar-O... save yourself! (Mimicking the bears) "Help! I'm drowning! Help!"
JOEY: It's my VISA bill. Envelope one of two. That can't be good.
ROSS: No, no, Pheebs, we can't, ok, because--
Rachel: Why don't you just marry her? Oh no, wait a minute you can't, I'm sorry I forgot, she's not a lesbian.
Phoebe: Fine. But you can't help me develop my new universal language.
Rachel: Okay, wait a minute. Wait a minute, I-I-I, I can't do this. Listen honey, this is, it's not Phoebe's fault. She lent me the earrings, and I lost it. I'm so sorry. Honey, I feel terrible too. (Holds out her arms for a hug.)
MONICA: Oh my God, I can't believe what I'm getting ready to say. I wanna have a baby, but I don't wanna have one with someone who doesn't really wanna have one.
Phoebe: Yeah well, "excuse me, I ordered the smoked salmon appetizer, but (peering through her spectacles) I can't see it, I can't see it"!
Monica: I can't believe Phoebe's gonna have her babies!
Joey: (approvingly) Oh! ok, yeah, I think I can do that. Yeah ok, there's this party scene coming up.. and Olivia and her husband are there and all Drake wants to do is grab her and kiss her, but he can't... And that makes me think about all those times when I wanted to grab you and kiss you, but you didn't know so I would just pretend everything was cool, but really, it was killing me.
Chandler: I can't believe you would actually say that. I would much rather be Mr.Peanut than Mr.Salty.
Joey: But you can't stay with Phoebe, Ross! We're-we're roomies!
Chandler: No-no-no! I am the king of bad Thanksgivings. You can't just swoop in here with your bad marriage and take that away from me.
(The party falls flat. Chandler tries to think of a witticism, but even he can't help...)
MONICA: I can't believe you're dressing up for him. I mean, you're just, you're setting yourself up all over again.
Charlie: Oh I can't... I have seminars all day and I promised Ross I would look at his speech.
Chandler: Well, I can't believe I've been here almost seven seconds and you haven't asked me how my date went.
Joey: I can't! It-it's stuck!
MONICA: So you can't lose, it's there in the title. Wonderfullness is baked right in.
Monica: Hello...? Oh hi... Oh my God...! Really...? I can't wait to tell Chandler... Ok, goodbye. (hangs up)
Rachel: I can't go to my own prom without a date, I can't, it's too late.
Ross: I can't belive you two had sex in her dream.
Monica: I can't believe he did this.
Monica: (to Ross) I can't believe you did that.
Janice: Uh-oh-okay. Uh-oh-okay. I know what you all are thinking. But Chandler is in Yemen! I'm a young woman! I have needs! I can't wait forever!
Phoebe: Oh, okay, umm, hi kids! Um, it's me, Aunt Phoebe. I can't wait to see you. Please don't hurt me!
Chandler: I can't believe she can out run you man!
Rachel: Ohh, he's married! Ross is married. I can'tI still can't believe it. (Rachel grabs the picture from Monica)
Frank: I can't believe there's somebody coming out of you right now. There's somebody coming out of you! Is it? Is it? It's my son.
Phoebe: Oh wait! That can't be the one Rachel's talking about. She didn't even know that happened. So which one was it?
Joey: (charmed, but then recoiling) NO, NO! It can't happen at all!
Rachel: Okay. Oh, uh, wait a minute, y'know what? I uh, I can't decide this. Umm, okay, just hold on a second.
Monica: No! Rachel, you didn't find anyone so you can't tell him.
Monica: Okay. I-I can't watch. (Leaves as sits down to read the paper.)
Rachel: Oh, god, I can't believe one of us actually has one of these.
Phoebe: (Grabs the pictures) Oh! Here we all are! Yeah, there's Ross and Joey and you and me. (She picks up a magic marker and draws herself in. Monica can't watch.)
Phoebe: Oh, I can't believe you called her fat.
Ross: All right Emily, as much as I love you, I'm sorry, I can't move to London without Ben.
[They start to kiss. They try to get each other's shirts off but can't get the buttons undone.]
Monica: What?! You can'twhat did you tell her?
Monica: A Magic Eight ball?! You can't be serious, you can't make this decision with a toy!
Ross: No. No. You-you can't help. I mean, I kinda have to do this without your help.
Ross: I can't believe you let George Michael slap you.
Chandler: (jumping on the bed) I can't believe it! We're here!
Phoebe: I can't ask him! Do you have any idea how inappropriate that would be?! All I'm saying is just talk to Frank. Okay? Just, y'know, feel him out!
Gunther: You can't.
Ross: Okay, I uh, I can't see you anymore.
Ross: I can't believe this is happening.
Chandler: No-no-no-no-no! You can't!
Gunther: Oh, Ross? Ross! You can't put up flyers in here.
Rachel: Yeah, I know. It's ridiculous! I can't see you either.
Ross: (on phone) I know I miss you too. I can't wait to see you. I love you. Bye. (Hangs up.)
JOEY: Hey, uh, you can't recycle yearbooks, can you?
Phoebe: All right, I can't sit here anymore. I have to walk places. (She puts on her fur coat.)
Ross: Well, you can't know where I am all the time. Look, this marriage is never gonna work if you don't trust me.
Monica: No, they gave us glasses with lipstick on them! I mean, if they didn't change the glasses, who knows what else they didn't change. (He glares at her.) Come on sweetie, I just want this weekend to be perfect, I mean we can change rooms, can't we?
Emily: You obviously can't keep away from her.
Phoebe: (overemphasizing) Mmmmmm! Everything smells so delicious! You know, I can't remember a time I smelt such a delicious combination of (Monica signals her to stop) of, OK, smells.
Phoebe: Okay, stop! Larry, okay, can't you just be Larry and not Larry the health inspector guy? Y'know I mean it was really exciting at first but now it's like, okay, so where are we gonna eat ever?
Monica: All right, Rachel, I know-I know you think I'm crazy, please, before you tell him you love him, just-just try to find one person who thinks this is a good idea. Because I bet you, you can't.
PHOEBE: [cutting Mrs. Greene off] Ha-ha, that's great, ha-ha. I can't wait to hear the rest of it, ya know, but I really have to go to the bathroom so... Hey, come with me. Yeah, yeah, it'll be like we're gal pals, ya know, like at a restraunt. Oh, it'll be fun, c'mon. [they go in the bathroom]
Chandler: I can't believe this.
Monica: You said you loved me! I can't believe this!
Joey: Yeah, it was! All right, listen, I can't
Phoebe: Wait, you can't take the money out.
Ross: I can't catch a break!
Chandler: Yeah, we were just talking about that. I can't believe how stupid we used to look. (They both quickly push their sleeves over their elbows.)
Monica: You can't fire me. I make your decisions and I say, "I'm not fired!" Ha!
Rachel: (entering, angrily) Ugh, that was so embarrassing! I can't believe you let me go on and on like that!
Phoebe: But, can't you leave the dollar? This money is for the poor.