words in movies
RICHARD: Ok. Ahh. One of my things is, I always separate my sweat socks from my dress socks.
Rachel: Want a wedding dress? Hardly used.
Rachel: Pheebs, you go with Monica and try on her green dress. If that doesn't work, you can wear my gray silk one. Oh, gosh, what am I wearing?!
Monica: All right, listen up. There is usually only one dress in each size so when they open those doors, fan out. Now, this is what youre looking for! (Holds up a picture of it.) Memorize it! When you locate the dress, blow on these. All right? (She passes out whistles to them.) Three short blasts, when you hear it. Come running.
(Angela, a beautiful woman in a tight dress, enters.)
[Time lapse, Monica is now wearing the dress while doing the dishes and is making like she is thanking her guests for coming to her wedding. Paging Dr. Crane. Dr. Fraiser Crane!]
RACHEL: [the shoulders of her dress keep falling off her shoulders] Is my hook unhooked? These things keep falling down, I can't. . .
Rachel: Ohh, are you setting Ross up with someone? Does she have a wedding dress?
Phoebe: Its a trip for two! (She gets up and takes off her blouse-type thingy shes wearing over her dress.) Excuse me. (She walks over to table four.) Excuse me, is the person who won the Paris trip at this table?
Ross: (holding a dress out from inside the closet) This one?
Mrs. Geller: Mm. Unless we go with a different dress?
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
(Rachel enters in a wet wedding dress and starts to search the room.)
(Marcel jumps into view wearing a pink dress. Everybody gasps)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's. Rachel and Ross are there. Ross is trying to get the dress off Marcel.]
(Rachel enters, in a formal dress.)
Monica: The green dress? Really?
Joey: (on phone) Yeah, my neighbor... (Listens) Yeah, the brunette... (to Monica) She says you looked very pretty the other day in the green dress.
Chandler: Now, there is a dress laid out on your bed. (Monica stumbles on the steps.) Okay, (catches her) youre doing great. Youre doing great. Youre doing fine.
Angela: That's because I'm wearing a dress that accents my boobs.
Ross: Rain? Hi. Hi, my name is Rain. I have my own kiln, and my dress is made out of wheat.
[Scene: Nana's Bedroom, Ross is holding a dress out from inside the closet.]
(Chandler enters, sees Rachel in the dress and starts laughing)
Monica: (to Phoebe) Quick, take off your dress, he wont notice the bed.
Phoebe: That won't go with this dress though.
Monica: Well, you used to dress up in Mom's clothes all the time.
Chandler: New haircut? (Monica nods No.) Necklace? (No) Dress? (No) Boots? (Monica nods Yes.) Boots!
Monica: Wait a minute, just because he paid for your head shots youre gonna take him? Joey, I dont think youre comprehending just how slutty this dress is!
Rachel: Monica, can Phoebe borrow your green dress?
RACHEL: Oh, that's OK, it's just the shoulder, it's not my dress.
Chandler: No, we'll-we'll bring it back! Just put it under your dress.
Rachel: Man in the black dress (Monica walks away and Rachel looks around to find a woman in a black dress.) (To her) Hi! Im Rachel! Im a friend of Monica and Chandlers!
Joey: Well, maybe I can help. (he grabs her head passionately, closes his eyes and kisses... Ross in Rachel's dress! He realises it too late, and when he does, pushes Ross's/Rachel's head away)
Joshua: Gloves. Brown, leather dress gloves.
Ross: Yeahoh! Hey listen umm, Emily found this wedding dress in London
Rachel: Yeah, I did. I needed my lucky dress.
Monica: This isnt even my dress.
The Saleslady: Yes! I have it right here. (Phoebe and Monica both gasp at the dress.) Would you like to try it on Ms. Waltham?
Monica: All right. (Goes to take off the dress.)
Monica: Hey! (She jumps up and throws Emilys wedding dress into Rachels room.)
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's, Monica is putting away the wedding dress, finally.]
Phoebe: Its not kicking me, its kicking one of the other babies. Oh (looks down her dress)! Dont make me come in there!
Ross: Yeah, but it didnt fit. Well, luckily theres a store here that has one left in her size, but Im the groom, Im not supposed to see the dress
Rachel: Huh. Except, Phoebes not gonna be the one that gets to dress them.
Monica: Oh, yes, umm, Im here to pick up a dress that you have on hold.
Monica: Does she use the cups? Yes! I believe she does. Does she use the plates? Yes! I believe she does. (Looks at the wedding dress and stops.)
[Time lapse. Monica is wearing the dress and starring at herself in the mirror.]
Monica: What-what's the matter? Is there, is there something on my dress? (She turns around making sure he gets a good look.)
Chandler: You just, you look so different! Terrific! That dress! That body!
Rachel: Okay? Whoa, wait! (She undoes one button on Phoebe's dress.)
Phoebe: Joey! (Examining the dress.) Wow, you didnt rip off any buttons.
(A woman enters wearing a wet wedding dress and frantically starts to look around.)
Joey: And then, then he could use his teeth, his teeth to undo her dress, and, and, and bite her!
Phoebe: We, you know, we’re different! We don’t care about having a huge party. (She picks up the veil) This is really nice for you, but, oh, please, I put this on? (she puts it on) And, ow, I look (she looks her reflex image on a toaster), why, well, radiant. (pause) All right, well, who cares, I don’t need a pretty veil and a fancy dress.
Rachel: No-n-n-n-no! I am finally thinking clearly. My lucky dress wasnt working out to well for me, but for four years, this baby never missed.
Chandler: You know what, okay, fine. Don't get up, you just sit right there. I just hope, you don't mind, you know, my hand right here. (holds his hand a couple of inches in front of Joey's face) Op, not touching, can't get mad! Not touching can't get mad! Not touching can't get mad! (Joey flings some dip onto Phoebe's dress)
Phoebe: (seeing her dress) Oh God. So-so youre making porn movies.
Monica: Have you found your dress yet?
Paul: Im thinking that you are looking really fine it that dress.
(Another woman walks past Rachel carrying a wedding dress.)
Monica: Are you gonna dress up as Santa?
[Time lapse, inside the store, Monica is frantically looking for her dress.]
Monica: This is my dress!
Phoebe: Did you find the dress?
Monica: (handing Phoebe the dress) Go! Go! Go!
CHANDLER: Well, I think you should seriously consider the marriage thing, give Rachel another chance to dress up like Princess Bubble Yum.
Monica: What am I gonna do?! That is the dress! That is the dress! Wh Chandler wants the band. What do I do?
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel are admiring Monicas wedding dress.]
RACHEL: (after a pause with everyone staring at her, she goes up to the microphone) Ya, know what Barr, I'm not gonna leave. I probably should, but I'm not, see 'cause I promised myself that I would make it through at least *one* of your weddings (da-doom-chesh). See now, tonight, all I really wanted was to make it though this evening with a little bit of grace and dignity. Well (laughing), I guess we can all agree that's not gonna happen. There's nothing really left to say except....(starts singing) "Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl. With yellow feathers (band joins in), feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there. She would..."
Chandler: Did your Dad ever dress up like Santa?
Phoebe: Joey! (Examining the dress.) Wow, you didnt rip off any buttons.
Rachel: So, does this (The dress) come in another color or (The store owner walks away.)
Monica: No, Im wearing a wedding dress.
Chandler: Oh you got a wedding dress? Thats great!
Phoebe: Listen! You have to help me pick a dress 'cause I'm meeting Mike's parents tonight! (Rachel gasps)
Chandler: Theres gonna be a wedding. Youre gonna be the bride. Two hundred people are going to be looking at you in a clean white dress.
Chandler: Oh thats great! Great! Thanks! But that dress I mean its like yuck! Its terrible! It makes me wanna just rip it right off of you!
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.)
Monica: He is the man in the black dress.
Monica: So what! As long as hes not wearing a white dress and a veil I dont care.
Mrs. Bing: Dont you have a little too much penis to be wearing a dress like that?
(Monica enters wearing her wedding dress.)
Monica: All right, Im gonna go steam my wedding dress okay? Who wants the responsibility of making sure nothing happens to it?
Chandler: Mom. Thanks for wearing something. (They hug.) (Shes wearing a tight dress with a lot of cleavage showing.)
Chandler: You look beautiful. Is this new? (Her dress.)
Chandler: Okay before we start the celebration, Monica has to go put on her party dress.
Monica: You didnt dress up either?!
Rachel: Please tell me youre not gonna dress up like a dinosaur.
Mr. Bing: Yes! Although, I think we may be seeing a little too much of some people. Arent you a little old to be wearing a dress like that?
Mrs. Geller: Well, he better not come by here. He cant see the bride in the wedding dress.
Chandler: No, we'll-we'll bring it back! Just put it under your dress.
Mrs. Bing: As I recall when we got married, I saw the groom in the wedding dress.
Phoebe: Okay, so... allright... Which dress? (she holds up two 'Phoebe' dresses, Rachel and Monica look at them... taking their time, don't wanting to hurt Phoebe) You can say "neither".
Monica: No. No. Not it. Not it. Not it. (Checks another rack and another woman tries to reach around her.) (To the woman) Dont crowd me! (Finds it) This is it! This is the dress! Oh my God, its perfect! (She takes it off of the rack and someone has a hold of it on the other side of the rack and tugs on it.) Im sorry, this ones taken! (The other woman tugs harder pulling Monica through the rack.) Whoa!
Chandler: I havent seen this dress.
Phoebe: Mon, maybe one of these guys wants to wear your dress.
Phoebe: Monica slow down! Ok? I'm just excited to be living with him. You know I mean, I don't know, Can I see someday being married to Mike? Sure! Yeah. Y'know..I can picture myself walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that highlights my breasts in an obvious yet classy way. But do I want that house in Connecticut...you know..near the good schools where Mike and I can send Sophie and Mike Junior.. Oh my god I do.
ROSS: Wow!� (pause)� Wow, You look . . . uh . . .�� It's just, ah . . .�� That dress . . . uh . . .�
[Starts to walk down the aisle, unfortunately she doesn't realize that her dress is bunched up in her underwear and her butt is showing.]
Monica: Oh how nice. Maybe later we can all go blow our noses on my wedding dress.
[Scene: Ross and Rachel's apartment.� Ross is in the living room covering Emma.� Rachel enters wearing a sexy dress.]