words in movies
Monica: Oh-ho, look what I got Julio.
Jeannine: Night Mon. Night Julio.
Phoebe: Oh, how was last night with Julio, senorita?
Julio: I thought I would, but the translation's no good.
[Scene: Chandler and Joey's, Rachel, Phoebe, and Julio are consoling Joey and Chandler.]
Ross: No! No! LookHey, enough is enough! Look, I am sorry that you feel guilty or whatever about spending time with your new mom, but this is not your old mom. This is a cat! Okay, Julio the cat! Not mom! Cat!
Julio: Ah actually, that is mine.
Julio: (to him) I am Julio.
Monica: (to Julio) So! I'm just an empty vase, huh?
Julio: The Empty Vase is not about you. My baby, you make me so sad that you would think this.
Julio: What?
Julio: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(Monica waves at Julio.)
Man: (entering) Is there a Julio here?
Julio: Actually I ah, I am a poet.
Julio: Flowers of Evil, by Beaudalire. Have you read it?
Julio: No, it's about all women. Well, all American women. You feel better now?
Julio: (to Jeannine) Adios.
Julio: I can write an epic poem about this lip. (grabs her lower lip)
Ross: (taking the flyer) Apparently Phoebes mother also goes by the name Julio.
(Monica starts wiping down the stools, as Julio follows along behind her replacing the napkin holders.)
Julio: Things that move me. The, the shadow of a tree, a child laughing, or this lip. (points to her lip)
Ross: (goes over to Julio) Come here, here, come here, come here, (pause) Mrs. Buffay. Sorry, about what I said, umm, it was, it was insensitive of me to say that you were just a cat. When clearly you are also the reincarnated spirit, of my friends mother.
Monica: Look Julio, someone left their book here.
Phoebe: (entering, with Julio) Hi. (sits down in the chair)
Julio: Whoa, whoa, whoa, the poem is not about you.
Monica: And y'know what, I just realised, in the last year Ive only gone out with two guys, Richard and Julio. You gotta help me out here, you gotta set me up, you gotta get me back in the game.