words in movies
Monica: (to Chandler) Oh, honey, can you make sure we get a King size bed!
Chandler: (pretending not to sense the tone) Oooh! I hope you're happy too, honey!
Monica: (pleasantly surprised) Ping pong? (to Chandler) Honey, they have ping pong! Let's play!
Chandler: Honey, try to focus the trash talk on him!
Monica: No, no, no. Honey, I'm ok. Shake it off! (she shakes the wrist and it's more painful) Oh, no! No shaking, no shaking! Ooh! Ooh! (pause) Oh my God! I can't play!
Monica: (to Chandler) Honey, you don't have to do this.
Rachel: Okay, walk us through it, honey, walk us through it.
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.
Rachel: Honey, I'm sorry, but he's right. I love you, but you're crazy.
Monica: Good. (To Chandler) Uh honey, the Miami Vice soundtrack? Really?
Rachel: Honey, this will help. (hands him a tub of ice cream)
Doug: Come on honey, let's go drink our body weight. (They walk off leaving Chandler and Monica alone.)
Rachel: What about you honey, who would be on your list?
Ross: I have to say Tupolo Honey by Van Morrison.
Rachel: Aw honey stop! Its not that bad.
Ross: Look, honey, I have tried to make nice, it doesnt work.
Rachel: Okay honey, you do realize she only spins like that on ice.
Rachel: Yeah honey, Im standing right there! Why didnt you just tell him about the mole I havent got checked yet.
Rachel: Uh, yeah. Uh, Monica, y'know, honey, I've been thinking about it and I've decided thisthis whole Ross thing, it's just not a good idea.
Janice: Honey, honey, people are looking.
Rachel: Wait no, honey, honey throw it to me, throw it to me.
Rachel: (she leans over and kisses him on the cheek) Honey, I was wondering....
Monica: Were sorry honey.
Monica: Honey, theres a reason.
Chandler: Honey, you did call him back. 'Cause, it's, it's really old.
RACHEL: Listen honey, can you keep dad occupied, I'm gonna go talk to mom for a while.
Rachel: Honey, hes about to go hit on Isabella Rosselini. Im just sorry we dont got popcorn.
Monica: Honey, whats the matter?
Monica: I know honey, Im sorry.
Monica: No honey, Im sorry, but the weekends not over yet.
Rachel: You know what honey, you go ahead, well call her an alternate.
Rachel: Honey, Im sorry.
Rachel: Oh honey, thank you, but Mark's taking me out.
Rachel: Hi honey!
Monica: Oh, honey!I can't. I was just telling these guys that things are crazy at the restaurant!
Ross: Honey, I love you too.
Rachel: Okay, wait a minute. Wait a minute, I-I-I, I can't do this. Listen honey, this is, it's not Phoebe's fault. She lent me the earrings, and I lost it. I'm so sorry. Honey, I feel terrible too. (Holds out her arms for a hug.)
Rachel: Oh honey, this is his office too. I told you we're Joanna's two assistants.
Ross: Hey, honey.
Rachel: No-no-no, no, honey please, Ive got, Ive just have so much to deal with.
Rachel: Umm, honey, look he just came over to....
Ross: Honey, just relax, it's gonna be fine. Hey, umm,. why don't I come down there and I'll take you out to lunch?
Rachel: Umm, honey, look he just came over to....
Rachel: I think I just shipped 3,000 bras to personnel. Oh honey, I gotta go. (to Mark) Mark, I need you!
Monica: Oh honey, is that cause your Mom died around Christmas?
Mrs. Bing: Really stupid. And I don't even know how it happened. I'm sorry, honey, I promise it will never happen again. Are we okay now?
RACHEL: Chandler honey, I'm sorry. Ok, can we watch Joey's show now please? [they turn on the TV]
Rachel: Honey, why is it hard, I mean we've been together for almost a year now?
Rachel: Honey um, honey, you do realise that we dont keep the womens lingerie here in the office?
Monica: What? Honey.
Monica: All right. Honey, thats-thats a sleeve. Okay?
Rachel: Well honey, then why don't you break up with one of them?
Rachel: Go to the post office! I'm sure her picture's up! ...Okay, Monica, y'know what, honey, you're kinda losing it here! I mean, this is really becoming like a weird obsession thing.
Rachel: Oh honey, I'm sorry we can't help you there, 'cause we're cuddlily sleepers. (Chandler makes an 'Ewww' face) Okay, I'm late for work.
Pete: Monica! (runs over and kisses her) Hi honey.
Gary: Hey, honey! Okay, so did you find any apartments? Anything in Brooklyn Heights?
Rachel: Oh honey, Im sorry.
Rachel: Honey, maybe we should take you to a doctor.
Rachel: Okay. Honey, I would love for you to go with me. (Ross has a worried look on his face) What?
Rachel: Honey, you got a little thing on your...(points to her whole face)
Mrs. Geller: (entering) (to Monica) Honey, dont bite your nails.
ESTL: Stop saying you're not talented, you're very talented. It's just with the bird dead and all, there's very little act left. Oh, honey, give me a break, will ya? [a knock on the door] Oooh, ooh, I'll talk to you later.
Rachel: Oh, honey, that's so sweet.
Rachel: Aw, honey, that's so sweet.
Rachel: Okay, honey, what he means by that, is ...while this is a very nice gift, maybe it's just not something a boyfriend gives?
MONICA: Honey, you made the bed again. I told you, you don't have to do that. This isn't camp.
Phoebe: Honey, youve got to go. Whats his office number?
Rachel: Honey, this really is an incredible thing to do for them, but there are things to think about.
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: Ross honey, this is very nice, but, but I-I got a crisis.
Rachel: Ooh! Honey, it can't be that hard, I mean, you've been in love before?
Rachel: Honey, thats youre name.
Mrs. Geller: Oh honey, come on, have a sense of humour, youve never been able to laugh at yourself.
Rachel: Why? Honey, what is the big deal?
RACHEL: OK, here we go. Honey, I'm sorry, they were all out of apple pie, someone just got the last piece.
Monica: Honey, listen... You have nothing to worry about with Geoffrey.
Monica: Aww, honey Im sorry.
Rachel: Hey, honey! Whats the matter? (Monica shows her, her hat.) Fine, I was just trying to be nice! Whoa!
Phoebe: Oh, honey, honey, tell them the story about your patient who thinks things are, like, other things. Y'know? Like, the phone rings and she takes a shower.
Monica: Im sorry honey.
Paul: (entering) Here you go honey! (Rachel kicks Ross back under the couch.)
Rachel: Oh, honey! Dont get up! What do you need?
Monica: Ooh...hey honey, are you all right?
Rachel: Honey, this is not your fault, just because you guys had a fight, it does not justify her sleeping with someone.
Rachel: Oh, honey, I dont know. I
Rachel: Ah, oh God. Oh, honey, oh that's OK.
Ross: Whoa-whoa-whoa! Emily, (Gives her the time-out signal.) honey, okay?
Rachel: Honey, honey, Im sorry, I know its our anniversary but I told you on the phone I dont have time to stop.
Rachel: Mon, honey, I gotta ask you something.
Rachel: Honey, listen, y'know what? The nurse said the doctor is wonderful.
Monica: Honey, sweetie, by the edges.
Rachel: Oh, honey that's awful.
Rachel: Oh, honey, dont worry. She's gonna make it on time.
Chandler: Hey honey, you got the kind with the little girl, you said we were gonna to get the kind with the baby.
Rachel: Yeah, umm, no honey.
Rachel: Ross, honey, is there anything we can do?
Rachel: Ohh, whoa God! Storage rooms give me the creeps! Monica, come on please hurry up honey! Please?
Rachel: Oh my God, honey, I'm so sorry!
Chandler: Honey, it's us. Of course it's the shovel-killer.
Rachel: Honey, come on! You live far away! You're not related. You lift right out.
Rachel: Oh honey, come on, Im sorry, I didnt.... I dont mind paying my dues, y'know, its just how much am I gonna learn about fashion by walking Mira, the arthritic seamstress, to the bathroom.
Rachel: Honey that sounds like fun.
Rachel: Well, honey that was pretty obvious.
Rachel: Oooh, honey, you're not a total loser.
Monica: Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
MR. GELLER: Honey. Honey, have you seen my Harmon Kilerbrew bat? Bob doesn't believe I have one.