words in movies
CHANDLER: Well, I don't know what Big Leon told ya but it's an even thousand if you want me for the whole night. What is this for?
CHANDLER: Wow, I don't know what to say. [opens the box and pulls out an incredibly gaudy gold bracelet] Wow, I, I don't know what to say.
CHANDLER: I don't know. It's a bracelet.
MONICA: Oh-oh, no no don't worry, I'm gonna wash it.
INTERVIEWER: Don't, I like it dirty.
ROSS: [puts the message in the cupboard] I don't know, I don't get, I don't get it, I mean, wh, wh, two months ago Rachel and I were like, this close. Right now, what, I'm takin messages from guys she, she meets at the movies? I mean this, this Casey should be takin' down my messages, ya know, or, or, Rachel and I should be together and, and we should get some kind of me, message service.
ROSS: Oh OK. Well then why don't you, uhh, why don't you borrow it from mom and dad? You feel guilty and tense around them already. You might as well make some money off of them.
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: Oh, yeah, easy for you to say, you don't have to walk around sporting some reject from the Mr. T collection. [Joey walks in behind Chandler]
ROSS: Oh, oh my God, is this the wrong day? I don't believe it, uh, well, hey, I guess if it works out we'll, we'll have something to tell the grandkids.
ROSS: You know what, you guys, we don't have to watch this.
ROSS: Uh, hold, let me see, I don't know. So what're you gonna do. . . [doorbell rings]
MONICA: If you're not going then I don't want to go either.
ROSS: I don't know.
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
RACHEL: I can't believe I don't get to go to my own prom, this is so harsh.
Joey: Um-hmm! Look, I-I-I don't know how much more of this I can take! Did you know he taped over my Baywatch tape with some show about bugs! My God! What if that had been porn?
CHANDLER: You know, I don't think we brought enough stuff. Did you forget to pack the baby's anvil?
Ross: Look, Rachel, this is poker. I play to win, alright? In order for me to win, other people have to lose. So if you're gonna play poker with me, don't expect me to be a 'nice guy,' OK? Cause once those cards are dealt... (claps hands three times)
ROSS: Yeah. I don't know, I've been wanting this since like ninth grade typing, ya know. And I just want it to be perfect and right and. . . why isn't that laser beam cutting through the paint?
Monica: Hey, don't say that! You got just as good a chance as anybody else of getting that job!
PHOE: Oohh, um, no, I don't think that's the problem. 'Cause we went, um, dancing the other night and the way he held me so close, and the way he was looking into my eyes I just like... definitely felt something.
CHANDLER: Well, don't, don't think me immodest, but, me?
Roy: You know, actually that's not a bad idea. I can do it out of my apartment. I don't think my mom would mind.
Rachel: All right. Look. Gavin...I...I guess I felt guilty that you were here, which I shouldn't. You know Ross and I are not inany relationship but...he is the father of my child, and you know we do live together and plus there is just so muchhistory...you know it's just...I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm just all over the place.
Chandler: All of a sudden, the phone starts to ring. Now I don't know what to do, everybody starts looking at me.
Amanda: (noticing the bottle of wine he has) Oh, I don't mean to be a square, but I'd really appreciate it if you wait and drink your wine after the kids are asleep? Oh uh, thanks for this, I hope I can do the same for you sometime. (She leaves)
Rachel: No, honey, they're not, but don't worry, because we are going to find them, and until we do, we are all here for you, ok?
Phoebe: Sure! Look, ok, bottom line: I love Mike... David! David. I love David. Don't look at me that way, Roseanne Rosannadanna!
Monica: Don't say it. (closes Ethan's mouth with her hand)
Chandler: (sarcastically) Oh, I left them on my bulldozer... I don't have tools!
Phoebe: Okay, lesson one: chords. Now, I don't know the actual names of the chords but umm, I-I-I made up names for the way my hand looks while I'm doing them. (She starts to show Joey the chords. Transcribers Note: For this one you'll have to use your imagination, 'cause it would take me 50 pages to describe each one. So if you want to see them, you'll have to wait for this episode to come to a TV near you.) (Holding up her hand and then reconfiguring her hand with each name.) So then, this is Bear Claw. Okay, umm, Turkey Leg and Old Lady. (Joey tries to imitate them.)
Julie: Hi, but I'm not here, you haven't met me. I'll make a much better first impression tomorrow when I don't have 20 hours of cab and plane on me.
Ross: No I don't, to hell with her, she left me!
Monica: No you don't.
Rachel: (on phone) Daddy, I just... I can't marry him! I'm sorry. I just don't love him. Well, it matters to me!
Ross: I don't want to be single, okay? I just... I just- I just wanna be married again!
Rachel: Well, maybe that's my decision. Well, maybe I don't need your money. Wait!! Wait, I said maybe!!
Phoebe: Oh, I wish I could, but I don't want to.
Chandler: All right, kids, I gotta get to work. If I don't input those numbers,... it doesn't make much of a difference...
Phoebe: Oh no, don't hate, you don't want to put that out into the universe.
Mrs. Geller: Well, they don't have to know that... (She starts to fluff the same pillow Monica fluffed multiple times earlier.)
Rachel: Ohh please don't be from a real dinosaur! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! (She picks up the 2 pieces and looks at the stand.) Made in Mexico! Yes!! Ugh, who would buy this?! (Looks for a place to hide it and finds a wall sconce and drops the pieces into it and heads into the kitchen as the phone rings.)
Rachel: Go Monana! Well, you ladies are not the only ones living the dream. I get to go pour coffee for people I don't know. Don't wait up. (Exits)
Rachel: I don't think so.
Chandler: Yes, please don't spoil all this fun.
Monica: What you guys don't understand is, for us, kissing is as important as any part of it.
Ross: I honestly don't know if I'm hungry or horny.
Rachel: No, you have it, really, I don't want it-
Phoebe: No, look, don't touch that!
Monica: No Mom, I don't have a restaurant, I work in a restaurant.
Monica: Look, I don't even know how I feel about him yet. Just give me a chance to figure that out.
Ross: No, no don't! Stop cleansing my aura! No, just leave my aura alone, okay?
Ross: You- uh- y'know what, I'm gonna go. I don't- I don't think I can be involved in this particular thing right now.
Ross: Then don't do that, alright?
Chandler: Don't say that. Don't tangle the dream and take it away.
Ross: Helen Geller? I don't think so.
Ross: Oh, 's'funny, really? Um, I don't remember you making any sperm.
Ross: Yeah, and-and it's not that we don't like the comedian, it's that-that... that's not why we bought the ticket.
Ross: Don't you realise what you're-you're doing to yourself?
Monica: Can you believe it? ...Y'know what? I just don't feel the thing. I mean, they feel the thing, I don't feel the thing.
Phoebe: No, I want you to have it. I don't want it.
All: Oh, hey, don't do that! Cut it out!
Ross: Oh, now, don't listen to him, Pheebs, I think it's endearing.
Monica: Chandler, you're an only child, right? You don't have any of this.
Ross: (Reading letters) Oh God. (To Marcel) We didn't get into Scranton. (To the others) That was like our safety zoo. They take like dogs and cows. See? I don't know who this is harder on, me or him.
PHOEBE: No. This whole like playing-for-money thing is so not good for me. You know, I don't know, when I sang "Su-Su-Suicide", I got a dollar seventy-five. But then, "Smelly Cat", I got 25 cents and a condom. So you know, now I just feel really bad for Smelly Cat.
Monica: No, you were right. I don't have a plan. (There's a knock on the door.)
Phoebe: Oh, well... 'cause.... you just... I don't like this question.
Rachel: Don't you have a laundry room in your building?
Rachel: I don't know! I mean, we still care about each other. There's a history there. 'S'like you and Carol.
Joey: You don't say.
Joey: No, yeah, no, ok, but not yet. I don't wanna seem too eager. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi. That seems pretty cool. (he walks over to her) Hey, Angela.
[Scene: A blackjack table, Joey is moving in to try and get his hand twin (who's dealing) to join him in his evil plot to rule the world! "Join me, and together we'll rule the universe as father and son!" (Sorry, I had a little Star Wars creep in thereOoh, I have a big spoiler for The Phantom Menace, Yoda lives at the end! Ha-ha, spoiled it! Now you don't have to see it!)]
Ross: Well I, I don't know. Why?
Phoebe: Eww, I don't wanna do that.
Chandler: Oh, I don't know, a million?
Phoebe: Yeah, I know, he's sweet, but it's just not fun anymore, you know? I don't know if it's me, or his hunger strike, or, I don't know.
Monica: He's in the bathroom. I don't think you wanna go in there!
Phoebe: Oh! Oh! Oh! Okay, fine, fine. Now I don't feel so bad about sleeping with Jason Hurley.
Aurora: Don't worry. I imagine he'd be okay with you because really, he's okay with Ethan.
Monica: What? So you guys don't mind going out with someone else who's going out with someone else?
Chandler: Don't go.
Ross: We're shushing... because... we're trying to hear something. Listen. (everyone is silent) Don't you hear that?
Ross: But, um... I don't think that's going to be you.
Chandler: Well, why don't you send her a musical bug, op, no you already did that. All right look, you're going to have to go there yourself now, okay, make a few surprise visits.
Jill: (on phone) I'm fine. No, I'm not alone... I don't know, some guy.
Rachel: You don't.
Chandler: I don't know, I-I have to listen to both of them, they don't exactly let each other finish...
Chandler: Joe, I don't think this is going to be your big break.
Joey: Hey, don't look at me. This is Ross's thing.
Chandler: Look Ross, if you don't know them by now, you will never know them, okay? That is the beauty of this game. It makes you want to kill yourself.
Ross: I dunno, it's weird. I mean, I know she's gone, but I just don't feel, uh...
Monica: No, no, no, I don't make chocolate pies. When I was younger I-I enter in this pie-eating contest. I ate so many that just the thought of them made me sick.
Ross: Why don't we just put 'poor little Tooty' out in the hall?
Chandler: So you don't think I have a, a quality?
Ross: (sarcastic) I don't see why not.
Chandler: Well, don't we look nice all dressed up?...It's stuff like that, isn't it?
Joey: Priesthood! Look Ross, I'm telling you, she has no idea what you're thinking. If you don't ask her out soon you're going to end up stuck in the zone forever.
Joey: Oh well, the powerball lottery is upto 300 million and they don't sell tickets here in New York, so...
Chandler: All right fine, don't do anything, just sit here and talk to us, meanwhile she is talking to him about you. And he's being Mr. Joe Sensitive, and she starts thinking 'Maybe this is the guy for me, because he understands me.'
Chandler: Hi, um, I'm account number 7143457. And, uh, I don't know if you got any of that, but I would really like a copy of the tape.
Joey: Yeah, well don't get me wrong, you're a better agent than she is, but at least with her I don't want to blow my pretty dumb brains out.
Ross: What, we-uh- we don't have shoes here, or...?
Susan: What, you don't think they can hear sounds in there?
Phoebe: Ooh, ooh! Why don't we invite her?
Carol: Look, you don't have to talk to it. You can sing to it if you want.
Girl: Really? You don't know what that means to me.
Ross: I don't know. It's just not the same without Mom in the kitchen.
Monica: No I don't.
Carol: So don't do it, it's fine. You don't have to do it just because Susan does it.
Monica: Why don't you just get a roommate?
Monica: No, no, I don't.
Phoebe: I dunno. I don't feel like kissing anyone tonight.
Ross: I don't know. It's going to be weird not having a job for a while, but I, I definitely don't care about my sandwich.
Phoebe: Oh don't do that.