words in movies
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.
Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe: Hey, Mon.
Rachel: Mon, Ethan called again. Mon?
All: (shouting) Mon!
Rachel: Mon... Okay... I've gotta... just say what it is I'm gonna say... None of the amazing things that have happened to me in the last ten years, would have happened if it wasn't for you. No-one has been more like a sister to me...
Rachel: Hey, Mon, I was just doing the dishes!
ROSS: Alright, alright, here's the chance. Monica give him cash, Rachel give him your earrings. Something, now, anything. MONICA: No, I will not cave. RACHEL: Yeah, I'm with Mon. ROSS: Alright, alright, you know how you say I never seize the day? Well, alright, even though he's your super, I'm seizing. [approaches Mr. Treeger] Mr. Treeger, here is 50 bucks, merry Christmas. [Gives him the cash.]
ROSS: Ow, ow, OK. Alright, alright, Mon, Mon, you've gone ultrasonic again, alright.
Phoebe: Hey Mon? Was it weird changing your name to Geller-Bing?
Chandler: Hey Mon, I think I figured out whose handcuffs they are.
Ross: Hey, y'know, Mon, if things wrong out between you and Richards son, youd be able to tell your kids, that you slept with their grandfather.
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?
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: Yeah, see Mon, listen, listen. When Carol and I broke up, I went through the same thing. And you know what I did?
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: 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.)
Chandler: Kinda puts that whole pillow thing in perspective, huh, 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: Uh, Mon, you-you gonna leave your shoes out here?
Rachel: Mon, honey youre not dying. Im just moving out. Yknow, I mean were gonna see each other all the time.
Phoebe: Oh, okay. Listen, thanks for everything, 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: 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]
Rachel: Hmm. Kinda stepped on my point there, Mon.
Rachel: Mon. I wish I could, but I've made plans to walk around.
Ross: Mon, look who I ran into! (Gestures towards Rachel.)
Rachel: Hey Mon, little question for ya! How do you think this suit will look on an assistant buyer?
RACHEL: Hey, Mon, you want some help?
ROSS: Mon, Mon, are you OK?
ROSS: Well, Mon, I was married.
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.
ROSS: Mon.
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?
RICHARD: Night Richard. Good luck Mon.
RACHEL: Ok. Look uhh, Mon I'm, I'm really sorry.
Ross: Ill tell you what Mon, Ill give you the first box for free.
Chandler: Hey, Mon.
Ross: Mon?
Ross: Hey Mon!
Rachel: 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?
All: Hey Mon.
Ross: Cmon! Joey! What is it?
Phoebe: Oh, hey, Mon, do you still have your like old blouses and dresses from high school?
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Rachel: Oh, Mon, sure.
Ross: Mon, look at yourself. You have cookie on your neck.
Phoebe: Hey Mon umm, if you do get married, can I bring two guests?
Ross: Mon?
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.
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.
Rachel: So, come on, what was the big news Pete wanted to tell you Mon?! Or should I say Mrs. Monica Becker?
Phoebe: Whats wrong Mon?
Phoebe: Mon! I'm so happy for you!
Rachel: No Mon, you want to put them in concentric circles. I want to do this.
Phoebe: But Mon, you have to get our money!
Joey: Hey Mon! Want some pancakes?
Rachel: So Mon, when are we gonna meet this new secret waiter man?
Rachel: Thanks, Mon.
Rachel: Mon, if uh you were at lunch alone, how come it cost you uh 53 dollars?
Joey: (on phone) Hey 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.)
Rachel: Thank you. (To Monica) Mon?
Chandler: Hey Mon, how's it going?
Rachel: Mon, honey, I gotta ask you something.
Rachel: Yeah, but Mon thats totally different. He was youre health teacher.
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, you might wanna make some more lasagna too, because something mightve happened to a huge chunk of it.
Joey: Hey, Mon! Im not doing anything, why dont you fire me?
Chandler: (walking by with his luggage) See you later Mon.
Rachel: Bye Mon.
Ross: And Mon, you wanna live with Chandler, dont ya?
Rachel: Oh yeah, good start Mon.
Phoebe: Oh, mon Dieu!
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.
Rachel: Hey Mon, what are you doing now? Wanna come see a movie with us?
Ross: Hey Mon.
Ross: Oh Mon, I laughed so hard
Chandler: Mon, get out here!
Joey: Oh, ooh the food smells great, Mon!
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?
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.)
Ross: Hey Mon!
Rachel: Aw, Mon...(Kisses her on the cheek)
Ross: Okay, Monica. Mon, uh what-what you just saw
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.
Rachel: What cha doing Mon?
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.)
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.
Joey: Look Mon, if you could just call my mom
Rachel: Hey! Whats up Mon?
Phoebe: Okay. (Phoebe and Rachel join Monica and Chandler on the altar.) Hey Mon, why did you tell the guys you werent pregnant?
Joey: Saw the Porsche out there Mon, lookin good. When do I get to take that baby out again?
Chandler: Well, bye Mon, bye Ross, Rachel, bye Emma!
Rachel: No Mon, you want to put them in concentric circles. I want to do this.
Rachel: (entering from the bathroom) Hey Mon? Im gonna check my messages.