words in movies
Phoebe: Ooh, ooh! Why don't we invite her?
Susan: Well, you know, you have to take a course. Otherwise, they don't let you do it.
Susan: What, you don't think they can hear sounds in there?
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.
Joey: Hey, Monica, I got a question. I don't see any tater tots.
Carol: So don't do it, it's fine. You don't have to do it just because Susan does it.
Monica: No I don't.
Ross: And everyone's telling me, you gotta pick a major, you gotta pick a major. So, on a dare, I picked paleontology. And you have no idea what I'm saying, because, let's face it, you're a fetus. You're just happy you don't have gills anymore.
Carol: Look, you don't have to talk to it. You can sing to it if you want.
Ross: I don't even wanna know about the dark cheese.
Monica: Because I don't have the money or the equipment to handle something that big on such short notice. I mean there's no way.
Joey: Shhh! Not so loud, we don't wanna wake up, uh...
Phoebe: You guys! You guys! You don't have to fight over her anymore. (she goes out into the hallway and enters with an even more hideous painting/collage. One of those faceles mannequins heads wearing a blueish dress and orange gloves reaching out into the room. Around the head 3 small dolls are hovering.) Whoever doesn't get Gladys gets Glynnis. (Rachel and Monica are gasping for air at the sight of this monstrous piece of art.)
Chandler: Hey, you know what, here's a thought. Why don't you stay home from work today and just hang out with me.
PHOEBE: I'm sorry, but sometimes they need help. That's fine. Go ahead and scoff. You know, there're a lot of things that I don't believe in, but that doesn't mean they're not true.
MONICA: But I need it. Otherwords I'm gonna have to take that horrible diner job. You know, with the dancing and the costumes. I don't wanna have to wear flame retardant boobs.
Rachel: Oh, no-no-no-no-no-no, that's OK, I don't need them. I'm going for fours.
Joey: Yeah. Whew, it's hot with all of this stuff on. I ah, I better not do any, I don't know, lunges. (starts doing lunges)
Ross: No-no-no. I don't have a son named Jordie. We all agreed, my son's name is Jamie.
Chandler: Okay, but don't touch it, because you fingers have destructive oils.
Phoebe: I don't know about that. I've got one that's worse.
Monica: Don't stare. Now she just finished throwing his clothes off the balcony, now there's just a lot of gesturing and arm-waving, (shows Rachel gesturing with hands in front of her chest), Ok, that is either, "How could you?" or, "Enormous breasts!" Here he comes!
Joey: Ma, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but... what the hell are you talking about?! I mean, what about you?
Ross: yes, yeah I said something stupid about her never having had a serious relationship, but you should know she is so much fun, a wonderful person please don't blow her 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.
Ross: Huh, I don't know what to pick. Am I more thankful for my divorce or my eviction? Hmm.
Joey: Man, it must be so cool remembering stuff like that! I don't have any past life memories.
CHAN: Don't touch the computer. Don't ever touch the computer.
Rachel: See look Amy, we're a lot closer to Monica and Chandler. We see them every day. And truthfully honey, you don't seem very connected to the baby.
RACHEL: Monica, what are you talking about? You don't know the first thing about the stock market.
Monica: Well, I don't care! That-that turkey has to feed 20 people at my parent's house and they're not gonna eat it off your head!
Rachel: 'Cause I don't need your stupid ship.
Joey: (he goes out calling her) Don't move! Don't go! I need you! My audition is tomorrow! Shah blue blah! Me lah peeh! Ombrah! (he gives up). Pooh.
Rachel: Oh it's OK. You were worth the wait, and I don't just mean tonight.
Ross: You know what, you guys, we don't have to watch this.
Monica: If you're not going then I don't want to go either.
Monica: Umm, I-I really don't want to tell this story.
Phoebe: Oh yeah, okay. I'm uptight. Yeah, that's why I don't want to watch a middle aged guy dance around in what I can only assume is a child halloween costume! (turns to look at Monica and Rachel who look like they feel very sorry for the stripper)
Chandler: Yeah, we have all this paperwork that needs to be filed by the end of the year. If I don't get it done, I'll be fired.
Frank: Uh, Delaware. She's on her way though, so until she gets here, I'm gonna be your coach. But don't worry, she told me all about the la-Mazada stuff.
Mrs. Geller: No, I'd be hearing about 'Why didn't I get the honey-glazed ham?', I didn't spend enough on flowers, and if I spent more she'd be saying 'Why are you wasting your money? I don't need flowers, I'm dead'.
ROSS: So don't, I don't see why we have to go to this thing anyway, it's your ex-fiancee's wedding.
CHANDLER: Don't you have to be Claymation to say stuff like that?
Joey: Are you calling you people? (Chandler rolls his eyes.) Yeah, well sorry to burst that bubble, Pheebs, but selfless good deeds don't exist. Okay? And you the deal on Santa Clause right?
Chandler: No, it's... fancier than a pimple. Look Ross, why don't you just go see a
Chandler: (he stands up and he feels very offended) I don't, and I'm offended by the insinuation!
Phoebe: Yeah, so, he had a really funny hatI don't want to talk about it.
Rachel: Oh, I don't know. I don't know.
Phoebe: That's fine, just don't bring it in my mouth.
Monica: (hums for a while, then gives up, and in her head) If it bothers you that much, just go out and get the shoes. No. Don't do this. This is stupid! I don't have to prove anything, I'm gonna go get them...But then everyone will know. Unless I get them, and then wake up really early and put them back! ...I need help! (She buries her head in her pillow.)
Ross: Actually, it kinda is. My wife won't return my calls. I don't know where my wife is. (Laughs) "Hey Ross, where's the Mrs.?" Don't know!
Rachel: Yeah, I-I don't care.
Monica: Umm. (Looks at Chandler who is using the phone.) Umm. Umm. I don't think so.
Phoebe: Oh, okay, umm, hi kids! Um, it's me, Aunt Phoebe. I can't wait to see you. Please don't hurt me!
Julie: You don't think they'll judge and ridicule me?
Chandler: Dude, don't do that too me!
Mrs. Geller: (holding two pies) Monica, why don't you finish off these pies? I don't have any more room left in the fridge.
Phoebe: Why not?! Maybe I can, you don't know!
Chandler: No, it's not that, I just don't want to be stuck here all night with your fat sister.
Chandler: She's really going to love this, you know? The bottom line is I want her to have it, even if I don't get to be the one who gives it to her.
Monica: I don't care.
Chandler: Look, don't you see what's happening here. Instead of hitting on her right away, he's becoming her confidant. Now he's gonna be the guy she goes too to complain about you.
Phoebe: That's easy for you to say, I don't see three kids coming out your vagina!
Chandler: I called you fat?! I don't even remember that!
Joey: You don't seem to understand. See, I was Dr. Drake Remoray.
Chandler: Yeah, I don't think he's up to meeting everyone yet.
Emily: I don't know, it's just
Emily: (interrupting him) As long as you don't see Rachel anymore.
Rachel: Sure. I guess. Hey, I hear you don't have to go to London. Yay!
Ross: You should've seen the look on her face. I don't want Rachel to hate me! I don't know what to do.
Joey: Don't worry, I had it dry-cleaned.
Joey: And you don't a little good about donating the money?
Monica: Sweetie, we heard you crying. Please don't cry.
Monica: I don't know, how about the idiot who thought he could drive from Albany to Canada on a half a tank of gas!
Rachel: Well, why don't you talk to me about it, maybe I can help.
Monica: Hey, don't blame me for wigging tonight!
Monica: Oh, it was awful. (To Chandler) I guess some people just don't appreciate really good food.
Joey: I-I-I don't know if this falls under this category, but uh, Ross is right back there. (Points over his shoulder.)
Joey: Y'know, I-I don't even feel like I know you anymore man! All right, look, I'm just gonna ask you this one time. And whatever you say, I'll believe ya. (Pause.) Were you, or were you not on a gay cruise?!
Rachel: What? Hey! No-no-no! This not cool! You don't even know me!
Monica: Please? Please?! We just don't want to deal with telling everyone, okay? Just promise you won't tell.
Phoebe: Oh! I'm sorry Rachel, I don't have time for your childish games, ok? I still have to go find something incredible to wear so I can beat Mike at "who's more over who"! (at which she walks away)
Joey: Aww, I don't want to see that!
Monica: Don't get too attached, she's having it cremated.
Rachel: No, it's not better. I still don't get to see you.
Phoebe: Okay, don't worry, I'm just checking to see if the muscle's in spasm...huh.
Joey: Well uh, I don't know about who's here, but I can tell you for damn sure who's not here and that's Rachel!!
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.
Larry: Oh, I don't know about that.
Joey: Not a problem. And listen, hey! Since you're gonna be here for a while, why don'tI was thinking we uh, put your name on the answering machine.
Monica: I'm going into business people. I'm sick and tired of being depressed about Richard. I needed a plan, a plan to get over my man. What's the opposite of man? Jam. (sees Joey trying some jam from the pot) Oh Joey don't! It's way to hot. (Joey realizes this and spits what he had in his mouth back into the pot.)
Monica: Why don't you come over tonight? And I'll make you favorite dinner.
Monica: Uh, look, Larry honey, umm, I wrote the book on Section 5 and I know that you don't have to wear your hat unless you're in the kitchen.
Joey: Come on, Chandler, Ross is our friend. He needs us right now, so why don't you be a grown up and come and watch some TV in the fort!
Monica: I don't know, clean places?
Joey: I don't know. Maybe pizza?
Ross: I think this is it. I don't know, maybe we should keep looking.
JOEY: Seriously, you like it? This guy was sellin' them on 8th avenue and I looked at 'em and I though, you know what I don't have?
Mike: Keep in mind, he's never used this product before, you're gonna see how easy this is to do. (to Kevin) Go ahead. ('Kevin' starts using the product, it is a spout that you jab into a paper milk carton so that you don't have to rip it open.) This works with any milk carton.
(They don't move, just look all around them.)
Chandler: Yeah, you don't want to be stuck with us for the next five weeks.
Ross: No, it's just...you know the whole "getting on with your life" thing. Well, do I have to? I mean, I'm sitting here with this cute woman, and, and, and she's perfectly nice, and, but that there's, that's it. And um, and then I'm here talkin' to you, and, and it's easy, and it's fun, and, and I don't, I don't have to...You know, here's a wacky thought. Um, what's say you and I give it another shot? No no no, I know what you're gonna say, you're a lesbian. But what do you say we just put that aside for now you know? Let's just stick a pin in it, ok? Because, we're great together, you know. You can't deny it. Besides, you're carrying my baby. I mean, how perfect is that? But see, you know, you keep sayin' that, but there's somethin' right here. I love you.
Danny: Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back. (He heads off.)
Chandler: No I don't! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Chandler: OhI don't know.
Phoebe: It's very weird! I don't want some guy down there telling me, I'm y'know, dilatedamundo!
Cheryl: Okay, um, don't take this the wrong way, but your place kinda has a weird smell.
Ross: Uhm no! Think less of you! No, I don't think less of you. I mean, you saw someone you liked and you kissed them. I mean, those people who like someone and don't kiss them... those-those people are stupid, I hate those people.
ROSS: Yeah, that way I figure, ya know, we'll be far enough away from our parents that we don't have to see them all the time but close enough that they can come over and babysit whenever we want. And yes, I know, the taxes are a little higher than, let's say, Nassau county but the school system's supposedly great.
Rachel: Yes. Monica, you don't get it. It's bad enough that she's stolen the guy who might actually be the person that I am supposed to be with, but now, she's actually (starting to cry), but now she's actually stealing you.