words in movies
Ross: Hey Mon!
Rachel: Hey Mon!
Rachel: Mon. Hi!
Jeannine: Night Mon. Night Julio.
Rachel: Oh, give me! (opens the box happily, then gets freaked and throws away the box, she and Mon jump up the sofa)
Ross: (to Joey) It's ok, because they have to get it out of their system, okay (back to Mon and Chan), but you're going to realize, this is the only place, you wanna be.
Chandler: It's, all good! Okay bye-bye Mon! (To Ross) She's-she's gonna kill me.
PHOEBE: [Standing in living room with Chandler and Joey. She pulls a huge bathing suit out of a box] Hey, Mon, what is this?
Ross: Rach, c�mon, Emma is fine. You�re turning into an obsessive mother. Okay, you need to stop.
Joey: (sitting up from the couch) Hey Mon, do you have another pillow? (Holds up one.) Yknow, something a little snugglyer?
Joey: Only if you think its better than this... (holds up an aerosol can) snow-in-a-can!! I got it at work. Mon, you want me to decorate the window, give it a kind of Christmas lookie.
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...
Phoebe: Oh hey Mon? Rach is here! Ohh, youre still pregnant. Oh, Im sorry. I know how uncomfortable you are. Yknow what? You look great. Yeah, like fifty bucks.
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.]
Rachel: Hey, Mon, I was just doing the dishes!
Phoebe: Hey Mon? Was it weird changing your name to Geller-Bing?
ROSS: Ow, ow, OK. Alright, alright, Mon, Mon, you've gone ultrasonic again, alright.
Rachel: Wow! Mon, thanks! I love this plate!
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.
Joey: Its just a game Mon. (makes a Can-you-believe-her face to the rest of the gang.) Rach, how about you?
ROSS: Mon, speaking of which, dad says he knows someone you can call for an interview.
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: 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.
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.....
Joey's Look-A-Like: Hey Mon! Hey Chann! (He goes to the fridge) Just gettin a soda! (Does so.)
Rachel: Mon, honey youre not dying. Im just moving out. Yknow, I mean were gonna see each other all the time.
Chandler: Kinda puts that whole pillow thing in perspective, huh, Mon?
Rachel: Uh, Mon, you-you gonna leave your shoes out here?
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, Ethan called again. Mon?
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: 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: 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.
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?
RICHARD: Night Richard. Good luck Mon.
ROSS: Well, Mon, I was married.
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?
Ross: 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?
Ross: Okay, Mon, I really don't think this is the... Okay, you're dialing, you are dialing.
Rachel: Mon?
Chandler: Hey, Mon.
All: Hey Mon.
Phoebe: Come on Mon, let her throw the ball.
Ross: Cmon! Joey! What is it?
Phoebe: Oh, hey, Mon, do you still have your like old blouses and dresses from high school?
Ross: Mon?
Ross: Ill tell you what Mon, Ill give you the first box for free.
Ross: Mon, look at yourself. You have cookie on your neck.
Rachel: Oh, Mon, sure.
Ross: 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.
Phoebe: Mon! I'm so happy for you!
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?
Joey: (on phone) Hey Mon!
Phoebe: But Mon, you have to get our money!
Joey: Hey Mon! Want some pancakes?
Rachel: No Mon, you want to put them in concentric circles. I want to do this.
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: Thanks, Mon.
Chandler: Hey Mon, how's it going?
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.)
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?
Rachel: Mon, honey, I gotta ask you something.
Rachel: Yeah, but Mon thats totally different. He was youre health teacher.
Joey: Hey Mon, you might wanna make some more lasagna too, because something mightve happened to a huge chunk of it.
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: 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: 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?
Rachel: Aw, Mon...(Kisses her on the cheek)
Joey: Hey, Mon! Im not doing anything, why dont you fire me?
Chandler: (walking by with his luggage) See you later Mon.
Ross: And Mon, you wanna live with Chandler, dont ya?
Rachel: Oh yeah, good start Mon.
Rachel: Bye Mon.
Phoebe: Oh, mon Dieu!
Ross: Hey Mon.
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
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.