words in movies
Rachel: I couldn't be inner. Monica?
(She sympathetically reaches out to fondle the inner thigh of his left leg.)
RACHEL: Yeah you like totally let him wash his feet in the pool of your inner power.
Rachel: (searching the dictionary) Alright, okay, okay, gleba, gleba... (excited) Gleba! Ha! Here it is: the fleshy, spore-bearing inner mass of a certain fungi.
PHOEBE: Oh yes. Oh and, the part about how they're always like drinking from out pool of inner power, but God forbid we should take a sip.