words in movies
Ross: Yeah, it's no big deal. I mean, I just met her and I'm fine with it...
Rachel: Oh, not as a friend, Phoebe!! Fine, I won't use it!
Ross: (after a short hesitation) Fine.
Janice: Oh, Chandler, look. You and Monica are meant to have children. I am sure it's gonna be just fine.
The Doctor: I'm Dr. Miller. Monica told me you were a little nervous, but don't worry everything's gonna be just fine.
Mr. Geller: Don't listen to your mother. You're independent, and you always have been! Even when you were a kid... and you were chubby, and you had no friends, you were just fine! And you would read alone in your room, and your puzzles...
Phoebe: Fine, all right, mine had a dwarf that got broke in half, but y'know whatever.
Rachel: Please, no, go, that'd be fine!
Rachel: All right, yknowFine! You guys have your stupid little club, but I would just like to say is what you did to me is way worse than what I did to you! You gave me a tiney-wienie! (Will laughs.)
Joey: That's fine. I'll just have a Tic-Tac to hold me over.
Phoebe: (handing Rachel the phone) Fine all right, but Id bet youd be singing another tune if we were fighting over a ratchet.
Chandler: It's fine, it's fine. Look, do you wanna get this part, or not? Here.
Ross: Yes, yes, fine, that is my penis. Can we be grown-ups now?
Phoebe: Oh, that's fine, no.
Ross: Hey hey, we'll be fine. We're just gonna need a little time.
Joey: Oh, you're fine, yeah, for a first job.
Phoebe: No, I'm fine.
Phoebe: She's already fluffed that pillow... Monica, you know, you've already fluffed that- (Monica glares at her.) -but, it's fine!
Monica: No, he'll be fine. It's the other five I'm worried about.
Chandler: I'm fine.
Pete: Im fine! Id fight tonight, if theyd let me. (stands up and starts swinging his arms) See this circle Im marking off here? This is my zone of terror.
Rachel: (on phone) Ohhh... I'm fine.
Chandler: I'm not fine. Here she comes.
Jill: (on phone) Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just stuck at the bank, in an ATM vestibule.
Ross: Fine. Fine, alright, now you'll never know.
Phoebe: All right, fine, fine, but if youre my next victim, dont come back as a poltergeist and like suck me into the TV set.
Jill: (on phone) I'm fine. No, I'm not alone... I don't know, some guy.
Joey: Fine, fine, so, why don't the four of us go out and have dinner together tonight? You know, as friends?
Ross: I'm fine. Just-just... having my worst fear realised...
Mrs. Geller: Me? I'm fine, fine. I'm glad you're here. ...What's with your hair?
Ross: (getting up) Okay! Fine! Fine! If-if this is what you think, forget about the whole three divorce thing! Okay, I-Ill go to my lawyers office right now and get this marriage annulled! Okay?! Because she means nothing to me! Noth(leans down to Megs ear)Nothing!!
Ross: I'll be fine, alright? Really, everyone. I hope she'll be very happy.
Casting Director No. 1: That's fine, thank you.
Carol: So don't do it, it's fine. You don't have to do it just because Susan does it.
David: Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Phoebe: Fine!
Chandler: Fine. (Joey and Chandler walk towards the door)
Chandler: Oh yeah! Yeah! Dont worry about me, Ill be fine! (Does a kara-tay move.)
Joey: Fine, you want to get the birds, get the birds!
Phoebe: Oh! Oh! Oh! Okay, fine, fine. Now I don't feel so bad about sleeping with Jason Hurley.
Mrs. Bing: You are gonna be fine, believe me.
Phoebe: Well, he came in for a massage and everything was fine until... (The flashback shows Paulo lying face down on the massage table and slowly moving his hands up Phoebe's legs and grabbing her butt.)
Phoebe: It's, I mean, it's nothing, I'm fine. It's my friends. They-they have a liking problem with you. In that, um, they don't.
Rachel: Okay, fine. Gunther, y'know what, I am a terrible waitress, do you know why Im a terrible waitress? Because, I dont care. I dont care. I dont care which pot is regular and which pot is decaf, I dont care where the tray spot is, I just dont care, this is not what I want to do. So I dont think I should do it anymore. Im gonna give you my weeks notice.
Carol: Oh, no no no. I'm fine. I'm fine.
Janice: That's fine.
Phoebe: Fine! Ill call Zurich and move some money around.
Susan: But were fine.
Dr. Drake Remoray: Thats right Wesley! I just stopped by to say that, youre not a real doctor! And that womans brain, is fine!
DR. BURKE: No no, it, it's fine, believe me. I do it too. I always answer with the 'I'm OK' head bob. [demonstrates] 'I'm OK.' [tilts head] 'You sure?' [bobs head] 'Yeah, I'm fine.' Hey listen, I've got to set up the music. I got a new CD changer, of course the divorce only left me with 4 CD's to change.
Joey: Okay, okay, fine! Make jokes, I don't care! This is a big break for me!
Dina: Joe, mom and dad are fine
Phoebe: Yes. Yes! Fine! I am someone! You want me to say it? I have doubts! (Pause) I'm sorry! (Puts her head down.)
Ross: No real-, honey, really its fine, just g-go with Susan. Really, I, no, I think girls night out is a great idea. Okay, okay, bye
Rachel: Ooooh, that's fine. We'll see who has the last laugh there, monkey boy.
Ross: What a beautiful story. Hey, I'm fine by the way.
Ross: Ok, um, uh, more clothes in the dryer? (Ross turns and bangs his head on an open dryer door.) I'm fine, I'm fine.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there'd be no her, and your father would look like Sting. And I'll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he's been so ashamed of himself that he's been more attentive, he's been more loving... I mean, it's like every day's our anniversary.
Monica: It will not be fine. We'll get in trouble.
Rachel: Okay fine! Ill-Ill just tell her its an antique apothecary table, she doesnt have to know where it came from. Oh! Look at this little drawers! Oh look-look it says that it holds 300 CDs.
Ross: Well, the doctor says he's gonna be fine, he's just sleeping now.
Ross: We're fine, we're fine.
Ross: Well that's fine with me. Could use the money.
Phoebe: Yeah Im fine.
Joey: Okay Rach-Rach-Rach look at me, look at me, everythings gonna be fine, trust me. Okay. Take my hand. Here we go. (Rachel grabs his hand.) Oww crushing bones!
Rachel: It was cheesecake. It was fine. It had a buttery, crumbly, graham cracker crust, with a very rich yet light, cream cheese filling (Pause) Wow! My whole mouth just filled with saliva!
Rachel: No! Ross, no! It is not fine! Eh-eh-according to my plan I should already be with the guy I wanna marry!
Barry: All right Miss Green, everything looks fine... Yep, I think we're starting to see some real progress here.
Dr. Franzblau: You're doing great, you're doing fine.
Rachel: Ok. That's fine. (takes her earrings out)
Barry: Yeah! It's fine, it's fine. Robbie's gonna be here for hours.
Lydia: Ok, that's ok. I'm fine. I'm... oh!
MONICA: That's fine.
Rachel: Okay, listen, I'm thinking, why don't we just tell them who we really are? I mean, it'll be fine, I really think it'll be fine.
Ross: Yes, I do have a laundry room in my building, um, but there's a.... rat problem. Apparently they're attracted to the dryer sheets, and they're goin' in fine, but they're comin' out all.... fluffy. Anyway, say, sevenish?
Ross: Fine, just stop thinking about me.
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.
ROSS: [smells Ben's butt] No no, you're fine, you're fine.
Phoebe: Well, he came in for a massage, and everything was fine until. (A flashback starts Paolo, lying on massage table, moving his hands up Phoebe's legs.)
MONICA: Rach, I know her pretty well, can I go? [Rachel gives her a look from hell] That's fine.
Rachel: Okay. Okay fine, yknow what? We will let Ross and Joey decide. (Ross enters.) (In a sexy voice.) Hiiiii, Ross! Sweetie.
CAROL and SUSAN: Great. That would be fine.
ROSS: Hello, it's us, all right? It'll be fine.
ROSS: That's fine, I'll just wait!
PHOEBE: Fine. All right, fine.
JOEY: Fine.
PHOEBE: Fine.
RACHEL: Fine.
ROSS: Fine.
CHANDLER: Fine.
RACH: Alright, fine, you go ahead and you do that, alright Ross.
TERRY: Oh, all right, fine, fine, fine.
GUY: Alright, fine. [on the phone] I'll call you back. [hands the phone to her]
ROSS: Fine.
CHANDLER: Hey, no, I've never been lower or wetter. I'll be fine. I'll just turn your, uh, bedroom into a game room or somethin', you know, put the foosball table in there.
RACHEL: Mom, would you relax. That was 10 blocks from here and, the, the woman was walking alone at night, I would never do that. Mom, c'mon, stop worrying. This is a safe street, this is a safe building, there's nothing [a pigeon flies in the window and lands on the table] OH MY GOOOD, oh my God, oh I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go. [hangs up] OK, that's fine, you just read the paper, I'm gonna get a pot, it's not for you. [grabs a pot and lid] OK, that's fine, read the Family Circus, enjoy the gentle comedy. [puts pot over the pigeon] Aaahh, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, aaaaahh. [knock at the door] It's open you guys.
CAROL: Fine, whatever.
Ross: I'm fine! Hey, I'm great! I'm just.. I'm just proud of us. There's no weirdness, no tension.
MRS GREEN: That's fine. I never did it. I just thought I might. So, what's new in sex?
ROSS: No, that's fine.
RACHEL: Fine.
Ross: Then, uh, then we got dressed, and I-I... I walked her to the- (looks up, realises, and points) -the bus stop... I'm fine.
MONICA: Fine,
Chandler: Hey, you're gonna be fine. You're one of the most caring, most responsible men in North America. You're gonna make a great dad.