words in movies
Joey: Dear Lord.
Rachel: No. No, I dont. Could you be a dear and go tell him?
Chandler: Thats a good idea, Dear Janice have a Hubba-Bubba birthday. I would like to get her something serious.
Mrs. Geller: Is everything all right, dear?
Mrs. Green: For what dear? For not inviting me or lying about it?
Mrs. Geller: More wine, dear?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey. Morning, dear.
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
Rachel: (reading what he wrote again) "Dear Rach, youre a great person. Sorry about your tiney-wienie." (Will laughs.)
MRS. GREENE: Alright, Monica dear, I'm gonna hit the road. Now I've left my 10 verbs on the table. And you be sure and send me that finished poem.
Joey: Thank you! Alright, let me see how I'm gonna start... "Dear baby adoption decider people..."
Chandler: Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack! (throws himself over the back of the chair he was sitting in)
Mr. Kaplan: (entering) Hows that coffee comin, dear?
Phoebe: (reading): Dear Ms. Green, thank you for your inquiry, however... oh... (crumples up letter)
MRS. GELLER: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
MRS. GREENE: ...I may have only been in therapy for three weeks now dear but...
Bitsy: She actually makes me miss that pill-popping ex-wife of his. (Mike walks in) Oh, hello dear...
MR. WINEBURG: It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear, in fact I hardly expected to see so much.
Chandler: Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment.
MR A: Well, I don't know what to tell you dear. The only thing I can think of is that she always used to say that before she died, she wanted to see everything.
RACHEL: Oh dear God.
Chandler: Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack! (throws himself over the back of the chair he was sitting in)
Leader: Charla, 278. Sorry, dear, but still good.
Mrs. Bing: Now Chandler dear, just because your father and I are getting a divorce it doesn't mean we don't love you. It just means he would rather sleep with the house-boy than me.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
Joey: Its just I cant because my manager said I (Gets an idea) (Starts singing) "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Annie
Dr. Franzblau: It really was. There was this great little pastry shop right by my hotel. (Carol sits up in pain, Rachel and Dr. Franzblau casually lay her back down) There you go, dear.
Hilda: No dear. Its not.
Chandler: (looks at what she's holding and shies away) Oh dear God, they gave us glasses!
Joey: Oh dear God!
Joey: Oh dear God, let me think. (Starts to sarcastically think about it.)
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think so dear.
Phoebe: Well for the regular guy, its bad, but Chandler, Oh dear God!
Mrs. Burkart: Dear?
MRS. GELLER: Oh, we were so sorry to hear about your parents splitting up, dear.
Chandler: That was an obvious joke, and I didnt think of it. Why didnt I think of it? The source of all my powers. Oh dear God, what have I done!
Rachel: (Reading) Dear losers, do you really think Id hide presents under the couch? P.S. Chandler, I knew theyd break you.
Ross: Dear Lord!!
Rachel: Well, it gets worse. When asked if you take initiative I wrote, "Yes, he was able to unhook my bra with minimal supervision," and under Problems with Performance I wrote, "Dear God, I hope not," and then uh, then I drew a little smiley face, and then a small pornographic sketch.
Chandler: Oh dear God!
MRS. WINEBURG: Well it's wonderful to have you up and about, again, dear.
Mrs. Bing: Dennis is a dear old friend and a fantastic lover.
Joey: What?!?! Oh dear God!
Ross: Uh, uh... Sure! Uhm... "Dear..." (he takes the notepad)
Monica: (reading) Oh dear God!
Mrs. Geller: Oh hi dear!
Monica: Oh, dear god!
Waiters: (with birthday cake, singing) Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear �
Phoebe: You know, you are talking about one of my dear, dear friends.
Phoebe: My dear, sweet Rach.
Mike: Yes dear.
Chandler: Yes dear.
Rachel: (Reading from a tag that's attached to the shoe) "Dear losers, do you really think I'd hide presents under the couch? P.S.: Chandler, I knew they'd break you."
Mrs. Green: No dear, thats what babies do.
Chandler: (at the laptop) Oh, no, no, no dear God, no!
Judy: Bye... Bye dear.
Chandler: (nearly whispering) Oh dear God, there's two of them!
Monica: (reading): OK... Dear Ms. Green... yeah... yeah... yeah... No. (crumpes up letter)
MR. GELLER: Uhh, naa, no no no, I, I must be thinking of someone else, uh, maybe me. Don't you have some folding to do? Go fold dear. Fold. You fold. [shuffles her into her room]
Chandler: Id like to toast, Ross and Emily. Of course, my big toast will be tomorrow at the wedding, so this is kind of my little toast or Melba toast, if you will. (No one in the room laughs. He starts to get flustered.) Okay. I known Ross for a long time. In fact, I knew him when he was going out with his first girlfriend. (Ross looks embarrassed.) And I thought things were going to work out for him..Until the day he over inflated her. (He laughs. Jack looks at Judy and no one in the room laughs.) Ohh, Dear God.. (A cellular phone rings.)
MR A: Oh, no, please, I spent most of mid-morning trying to stand up. Now uh, what can I do for you, my dear?
Ross: Dear Mary-Angela. Hi. Hows it going. This is the hardest letter Ive ever had to write. (to Chandler) What the hells a matter with you? How do you think Joeys going to react when he finds out that you blew off his sister with a letter?
Phoebe: It was really sweet. The last thing she said to me was; "Okay dear, you go get the eggs and I'm gonna get the yogurt and we'll meet at the checkout counter." And y'know what? We will meet at the checkout counter.
Rachel: (entering carrying a book) Okay! Okay! Listen to what Sean McMahon wrote in my yearbook senior year, "Dear Rach, youre such a good person." Not girl! Person!