words in movies
Mrs. Geller: Is everything all right, dear?
Mrs. Geller: More wine, dear?
Joey: Dear Lord.
Mrs. Green: For what dear? For not inviting me or lying about it?
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey. Morning, dear.
Chandler: Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack! (throws himself over the back of the chair he was sitting in)
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
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: Ooh, this is a Dear Diary moment.
Rachel: (reading what he wrote again) "Dear Rach, youre a great person. Sorry about your tiney-wienie." (Will laughs.)
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?
Mr. Kaplan: (entering) Hows that coffee comin, dear?
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.
MR. WINEBURG: It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear, in fact I hardly expected to see so much.
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...
Leader: Charla, 278. Sorry, dear, but still good.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
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.
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
Mrs. Burkart: Dear?
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.
Chandler: (looks at what she's holding and shies away) Oh dear God, they gave us glasses!
Chandler: Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack! (throws himself over the back of the chair he was sitting in)
MRS. GELLER: Oh, we were so sorry to hear about your parents splitting up, dear.
Joey: Oh dear God!
Hilda: No dear. Its not.
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!
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!
Ross: Dear Lord!!
Rachel: (Reading) Dear losers, do you really think Id hide presents under the couch? P.S. Chandler, I knew theyd break you.
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.
Chandler: Oh dear God!
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.
Mrs. Green: No dear, thats what babies do.
Joey: What?!?! Oh dear God!
Rachel: No. No, I dont. Could you be a dear and go tell him?
Monica: (reading) Oh dear God!
Mrs. Geller: Oh hi dear!
Chandler: (nearly whispering) Oh dear God, there's two of them!
Chandler: (at the laptop) Oh, no, no, no dear God, no!
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."
Ross: Uh, uh... Sure! Uhm... "Dear..." (he takes the notepad)
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?
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]
Monica: (reading): OK... Dear Ms. Green... yeah... yeah... yeah... No. (crumpes up letter)
Judy: Bye... Bye dear.
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?
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!
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.)
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.
Chandler: Thats a good idea, Dear Janice have a Hubba-Bubba birthday. I would like to get her something serious.