words in movies
Phoebe: Oh, Ross, Mon, is it okay if I bring someone to your parents anniversary party?
Rachel: Wow! Mon, thanks! I love this plate!
Joey: Its just a game Mon. (makes a Can-you-believe-her face to the rest of the gang.) Rach, how about you?
Chandler: Hey Mon, I think I figured out whose handcuffs they are.
Ross: (answering the phone) Hello? (Listens) Hey Mon, hows the packing going? (Listens) Ben? Hes fine. Yeah, hes rightOh my God! (He looks over at the fake Ben and notices that the head has fallen off.) Get your head of your shirt there son! (He tries to push the pumpkin through the neck hole.) What? (Listens) Yeah, its a pumpkin. Ill come pack.
ROSS: Mon, speaking of which, dad says he knows someone you can call for an interview.
Ross: Hey uh Mon, I saw the Porsche parked out front, can I get the keys? Thought Id take that bad boy out for a little spin.
Joey's Look-A-Like: Hey Mon! Hey Chann! (He goes to the fridge) Just gettin a soda! (Does so.)
Ross: Look, you can't do this Mon. All right, if you do this, I'm, I'm gonna, I'm, I'm gonna.....
Ross: Yeah, see Mon, listen, listen. When Carol and I broke up, I went through the same thing. And you know what I did?
Rachel: Uh, Mon, you-you gonna leave your shoes out here?
Chandler: Kinda puts that whole pillow thing in perspective, huh, Mon?
Phoebe: Oh, okay. Listen, thanks for everything, Mon.
Rachel: Hey Mon, lets give Pete a chance Come on, he was funny, he seems really nice, and that check thing was adorable.
Rachel: Mon, honey youre not dying. Im just moving out. Yknow, I mean were gonna see each other all the time.
Rachel: Mon. I wish I could, but I've made plans to walk around.
RACHEL: Oh, by the way Mon, I don't think the mailman liked your cookies. Here are the ornaments your mom sent. [hands her a smashed box]
All: (shouting) Mon!
Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe: Hey, Mon.
Chandler: (to Mon) She's right, you shouldn't have bought tickets just for us ...
Phoebe: Sure! Tout le plaisir est pour moi, mon ami.
Rachel: Just a touch. Mon, I don't understand. I mean, you've been dating this guy since like, what... his midterms? I mean, why all the sudden are you so... Oh.
Rachel: Hmm. Kinda stepped on my point there, Mon.
Rachel: Mon, Ethan called again. Mon?
Ross: Mon, look who I ran into! (Gestures towards Rachel.)
RACHEL: Hey, Mon, you want some help?
ROSS: Well, Mon, I was married.
Rachel: Hey Mon, little question for ya! How do you think this suit will look on an assistant buyer?
ROSS: Mon.
ROSS: Mon.
Rachel: I can not believe he would do that to MonWhoa! (She stops suddenly and slowly turns to point at Joey. Joey is avoiding her eyes.) Joey, do they know that we know?
ROSS: Mon, Mon, are you OK?
RICHARD: Night Richard. Good luck Mon.
Ross: Hey Mon!
RACHEL: Ok. Look uhh, Mon I'm, I'm really sorry.
Rachel: Oh Mon, listen I have to ask! Okay, Joey Tribbiani invited me back to his apartment, now does he do this with a lot of girls?
Rachel: Hey Mon!
All: Hey Mon.
Rachel: Mon. Hi!
Ross: Okay, Mon, I really don't think this is the... Okay, you're dialing, you are dialing.
Ross: Mon?
Rachel: Mon?
Chandler: Hey, Mon.
Phoebe: Oh, hey, Mon, do you still have your like old blouses and dresses from high school?
Ross: Cmon! Joey! What is it?
Ross: Mon?
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Ross: Mon, look at yourself. You have cookie on your neck.
Ross: Ill tell you what Mon, Ill give you the first box for free.
Ross: Mon?
Rachel: Oh, Mon, sure.
Rachel: Yeah, but Mon thats totally different. He was youre health teacher.
Roger: Listen guys, it was great seeing you again. Mon, um, easy on those cookies, okay? Remember, they're just food, they're not love.
Joey: Hey Mon! Want some pancakes?
Rachel: No Mon, you want to put them in concentric circles. I want to do this.
Joey: (on phone) Hey Mon!
Rachel: Thanks, Mon.
Phoebe: Hey Mon umm, if you do get married, can I bring two guests?
Phoebe: Well I want to get in on this. Hey Mon? I dont think I can help you after all, I didnt realize this game was on.
Rachel: So, come on, what was the big news Pete wanted to tell you Mon?! Or should I say Mrs. Monica Becker?
Phoebe: Mon! I'm so happy for you!
Phoebe: Whats wrong Mon?
Phoebe: But Mon, you have to get our money!
Rachel: So Mon, when are we gonna meet this new secret waiter man?
Rachel: Mon, if uh you were at lunch alone, how come it cost you uh 53 dollars?
Rachel: Thank you. (To Monica) Mon?
Rachel: Hey, Mon, if you were hoping to sleep with Joshua the first time tonight, which one of these would you want to be wearing. (Shes holding two frilly, lace nighties.)
Chandler: Hey Mon, how's it going?
Rachel: Mon, honey, I gotta ask you something.
Ross: Its like that everywhere, Joey! Okay, Mon, back me up here. Where you work the uh, waiters eat with the waiters, right? And the chefs eat with the other chefs, right?
Joey: Hey, Mon! Im not doing anything, why dont you fire me?
Joey: Hey Mon, you might wanna make some more lasagna too, because something mightve happened to a huge chunk of it.
Ross: Ah, no Mon, Dad had to buy everyone of your boxes because you ate them all. But ah, y'know Im sure thats not gonna happen this time, why dont I put you down for three of the mint treasures and just a couple of the Rudolphs.
Chandler: (walking by with his luggage) See you later Mon.
Ross: And Mon, you wanna live with Chandler, dont ya?
Rachel: Bye Mon.
Rachel: Oh yeah, good start Mon.
Rachel: Hey Mon, what are you doing now? Wanna come see a movie with us?
Ross: Hey Mon.
Phoebe: Oh, mon Dieu!
Phoebe: Écoutez, je vais vous dire la vérité. C'est mon petit frère. Il est un peu retardé. (Translation: Listen, I will tell you the truth. He's my little bother. He's a bit retarded.)
Chandler: Mon, get out here!
Rachel: Wow that's uh, juicy. Umm, (checks watch) y'know what though Mon, I actually do have a lot of work to do so if-ifare you sure there's just not anything else?
Ross: Okay, Monica. Mon, uh what-what you just saw
Joey: Oh, ooh the food smells great, Mon!
Ross: Hey Mon!
Rachel: Aw, Mon...(Kisses her on the cheek)
Chandler: I just think that things would go a lot smoother if we each have our own zone. Phoebe, you can be in charge of wiping. And yknow Mon, you can be in charge of diapering and I can be in charge of looking how cute they are when they put their hands around (He degrades into baby talk, but he means when they grab his finger.)
Phoebe: (reading from her book) Mon (Pause as she restarts) Marcia and Chester are planning on seeing a movie on Sunday night. Marcia thinks theyre supposed to meet at six, Chester thinks its at seven.
Ross: Oh Mon, I laughed so hard
Phoebe: Okay. (Phoebe and Rachel join Monica and Chandler on the altar.) Hey Mon, why did you tell the guys you werent pregnant?
Rachel: Hey! Whats up Mon?
Joey: Look Mon, if you could just call my mom
Rachel: What cha doing Mon?
Phoebe: Really?! Oh thats so exciting! Thank you! Thanks Mon! Oh but Mon, if you touch my guitar again Ill have to pound on you for a little bit.
Phoebe: Or we could just follow your clever jokes any ideas? No! Didnt think so! Okay, cmon guys, show us where the presents are!
Joey: Well, that's gonna be tough Mon. I mean it's hard for me to be around an attractive woman and not flirt.
Joey: Saw the Porsche out there Mon, lookin good. When do I get to take that baby out again?
Rachel: (entering from the bathroom) Hey Mon? Im gonna check my messages.
Rachel: No Mon, you want to put them in concentric circles. I want to do this.
Ross: Look, Mon, do you want us to uh, come back later?