words in movies
Joey: (In a high pitched female voice) Hello Mr. Bing...I love you.
Mr. Douglas: Thats unbelievable.
Mr. Geller: I tell you one thing, I wouldn't mind having a piece of this sun-dried tomato business. Five years ago, if somebody had said to me, here's a tomato that looks like a prune, I'd say "get out of my office!"
Mr. Geller: And you tell him no one takes advantage of the Gellers.
Mr. Geller: So, how are you doing?
Ross: Mr. Dickens gets to pick 'em.
Mr. Treeger:: Huh, I wouldve thought it was the other way around.
Mr. Geller: I didnt even have a chance to act as though Im okay with it!
Mr. Waltham: Good morning.
Mr. Waltham: Will you call him?
Mr. Waltham: Ohh! Yes of course, thank you, thank you, thank you so very much.
Mr. Waltham: Oh, good.
Rachel: (stopping him) Hey-whoa-whoa-whoa!! Ho-ho-hold on a sec there, Mr. Kissey! Y'know, I've been meaning to talk to you about this whole, little, new European thing you got going on, and I just need to tell you that it makes me very uncomfortable and I justy'knowstop it!
Mr. Geller: (To Ross) Do you remember the Ludwins? The big one had a thing for you, didn't she?
Mr. Heckles: I could be Chandlers new roommate.
Mr. Waltham: For you and Emily, tonight, Die Fledermaus.
Ross: I just wanna clarify this: are you outing Mr. Peanut?
[Scene: Garbage room: Mr. Treeger is unclogging the trash chute as Rachel enters.]
Mr. Treeger:: No, I ahh, had another idea.
MR. GREENE: Alright, that sounds like a two person job. [they walk into Rachel's bedroom]
Mr. Treeger: Ohhh, man!!
Mr. Treeger: What in the name of hell?
Mr. Geller: I'm not gonna tell you what they spent on that wedding... but forty thousand dollars is a lot of money!
The Housekeeper: More turkey Mr. Chandler? (And he makes eyes at him.)
[Scene: The Bing household, Mr. and Mrs. Bing and Young Chandler are eating Thanksgiving dinner as a housekeeper serves them.]
Chandler: Really? Worse than, "More turkey Mr. Chandler?"
Mr. Burgin: Yep, sucks!
Mr. Burgin: Hi.
MR A: Oh, no, please, I spent most of mid-morning trying to stand up. Now uh, what can I do for you, my dear?
JOEY: This company was not built on rough numbers. Am I right Mr. Douglas.
Mr. Burgin: France sucks!
Phoebe: No, no, Mr. Heckles no one is making any noise up here.
MR. HECKLES: You're doing it again.
Mr. Burgin: So We go eat.
Mr. Treeger: (coming in from the bathroom) Whoa, hey, that ladys all kinds of naked.
Mr. Burgin: So, have you kids eaten yet?
Mr. Geller: Now I'm depressed! ...(To everyone) Even more than I was.
ROSS: Excuse me, I'm seizing. Mr. Treeger, here's another 50, happy Hanukkah. Will uh, will this help with the knob getting?
Mr. Geller: Hi Rachel!
Mr. Geller: Let's show 'em.
Mr. Waltham: In a moment, please, Im in the middle of a task. And you have a customer.
[Scene: The Gellers' house. Monica, Ross, and Richard are arriving to Mr. Gellers birthday party.]
Mr. Waltham: Its the Gellers!
Mr. Geller: Oh my!
Mr. Geller: Okay, okay.
Mr. Geller: Ohh, I thought that you....
CHANDLER: Well, I'm sure you'll teach her a lesson when she steps off the dock onto nothing. Hey Mr. Douglas.
Mr. Bowmont: Its Pam.
Mr. Treeger:: Im sure as hell a dancer, its no use Marge will never go for me.
Mr. Geller: Boy, bad time to say the wrong name, huh Ross?
Mr. Waltham: (walking by) Yes.
Mr. Waltham: Weve come for her things.
(Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller.)
Mr. Waltham: No.
Mr. Waltham: Ahh, then you have to give us the lawn ornaments.
Mr. Waltham: Goodbye Geller.
Mr. Geller: Well Judy, you did it! She's finally full!
Mr. Heckles: Er, yeah, it's mine.
Mr. Waltham: Dont take that tone with me. (She looks evilly at him.) All-all right you can. (He looks over at Ross and Shrugs.)
MR. HECKLES: You're stomping. It's disturbing my birds.
Phoebe: (reading the slip of paper) Wow! (In a sultry voice) Hello, Mr. Chandler.
Mr. Heckles: He told me in person.
Mr. Geller: Wow, love your new nose!
Mr. Geller: I wanna be buried at sea, it looks like fun.
MR. GREENE: Oh hello Ross, where have you been?
(They walk to the table, but Rachel suddenly gasps. Sitting there is mr Zellner, her boss from her current job at Ralph Lauren.)
Mr. Geller: Dude!
CHANDLER: Hey I didn't kill your fish. Look Eddie...[puts his hand on Eddie's shoulder] Would you look at what I'm doin' here. That can't be smart. So we're just gonna take this guy right off ya and put him here in Mr. Pocket. Tangellon? [picks up the fruit an tosses it to Eddie, it hits Eddie in the chest and falls]
Mr. Geller: (To Chandler) God, your hair sure is different!
Mr. Geller: C'mon, you'll make a day of it! You'll rent a boat, pack a lunch...
MR. GELLER: Who's drink can I freshen?
Mr. Waltham: Terribly nice of you to offer to pay for half the wedding. (He hand a multipage bill to Jack.)
Mr. Burgin: Youll wear that. Well be eating, and of course, youll be wearing that.
Mr. Zelner: (Sees that she has some ink on her lip from her pen.) Oh Rachel, uhh (He points to his lip to get her to notice the ink on hers.)
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.]
MR. GELLER: What? I'm kidding. You know I'd never let him touch the Porsche.
MR. GELLER: That's impossible, he's got a twinkie in the city.
JOEY: See after the scene, Mr. Beatty comes up to me and says 'good actor, bad kisser'. Can you believe that, me not a good kisser, that's like, like Mother Theresa, not a good mother.
Rachel: I overheard you guys on the phone the other day, and you said, "I'll just tell Rachel that I'm doing laundry for a couple of hours." And he said, "Laundry? Is that my new nickname?" And you said, "No! You know what your nickname is, Mr. Big."
Mr. Geller: All right, enough! I dont want to hear about it anymore! (Under his breath) Good luck, Chandler. (Chandler takes another drink.)
PHOEBE: Sparkly. So, wow, this is pretty wonerful, huh. Mr. major capades guy. I, I remember when you were just, like, King Friday in Mr. Roger's Ice is Nice.
Mr. Geller: Well I dont know, I-I suppose we may have favored you unconsciously, you were a medical marvel! The doctor said your mother could
MR. GREENE:Alright, alright, I can get my own coat.
Mr. Zelner: Hi Rachel!
Ross: I see... Thanks very much. (he gets up and walks to the door. On his way out he looks at the photographs Mr Zelner has near his door. He picks one up.) Is this your son?
Mr. Waltham: (entering) Rachel! Could I have a moment?
Phoebe: Mr. President.
Mr. Geller: Well, I dont know whats in the boxes down here, but I do know there are six or seven Easy Bake Ovens in the attic.
Mr. Geller: Well, the white seems to be untouched. (He throws it back into the box as Mr. Geller moves a tarp and makes a discovery.) Uh-oh.
Mr. Zelner: Just ah (He points again.)
Mr. Zelner: It's really nice to see you again.
Mr. Zelner: Yes!
(We hear the backup horn of a truck and see through the window that the Mr. Bowmont has arrived.)
Mr. Zelner: Zelner.
Mr. Zelner: Um-hmm.
Ross: You dont want to believe me, Im Mr. Funny to you. Mr. Funny (turns around and almost spills his coffee on Tommy)
Joey: Oh what? Like your Mr. Cop!
Mr Zelner: Wow, that is tempting.
Mr. Tribbiani: Just for a coupla days. I got a job midtown. I figure I'm better off staying with the kid than hauling my ass back and forth on the ferry. (Sees Roger) I don't know this one.
Mr. Geller: This bill for my half of the wedding. its insane.
Chandler: (on phone) Hey Mr. Kostelic! How's life on the fifteenth floor? (Listens) Yeah, I miss you too. (Listens) Yeah, it's a lot less satisfying to steal pens from your own home, you know? (Listens) Well, that's very generous (Listens) er, but look, this isn't about the money. I need something that's more than a job. I need something I can really care about.... (Listens) And that's on top of the yearly bonus structure you mentioned earlier? (Listens) Look, Al, Al... I'm not playing hardball here, OK? This is not a negotiation, this is a rejection! (Listens) No! No! No, stop saying numbers! I'm telling you, you've got the wrong guy! You've got the wrong guy! (Listens) I'll see you on Monday! (slams the phone down)