words in movies
Rachel: (to maitre d') Hi, I'm here to see mr Campbell... with Gucci. The reservation is probably under Gucci. It's spelled like Gukki, which could be confusing.
Maitre d': Mr Campbell's not here yet. Let me show you to his table.
(They walk to the table, but Rachel suddenly gasps. Sitting there is mr Zellner, her boss from her current job at Ralph Lauren.)
Maitre d': I'm sorry. That's always mr Campbell's table.
Mr Zellner: Rachel?
Mr Zellner: (confused) That's great!
Mr Zellner: Well, you got uhm... good energy.
Mr Campbell: Rachel?
Mr Campbell: James Campbell...
Rachel: Hi! (to mr Zellner) Excuse us.
Mr Campbell: Please... (shows her to sit)
Rachel: Okay. Oh, yeah... (whispering to mr Zellner) Oh he's cute!
Mr Campbell: So... your resumé is quite impressive. (Mr Zellner who sits behind Rachel shrugs)
Mr Campbell: Dating profile? I-I-I'm talking about the work resumé.
Mr Campbell: Maybe people... found it weird.... So, why do you want to leave Ralph Lauren?
Mr Campbell: You don't?
Mr Campbell: Well, if you don't want to leave, why are we having this lunch?
(Rachel mimes and mouths to mr Campbell "That is my boss", pointing to mr Zellner)
Mr Campbell: What?
Mr Campbell: That's Hugo Boss?
(Rachel holds her hand in order to support her head. Mr Zellner obviously overheard the conversation.)
Mr. Geller: So, I think youre boxes are over here. (They walk over to them.)
Mr. Geller: Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Mr. Geller: We're looking into it.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Geller are watching tennis on TV, Monica is sitting at the table]
MR. WINEBURG: I tell ya a lot things!
Mr. Tribbiani: Of course, course one of 'em's Ma. What's the matter with you.
Mr. Zelner: May I help you?
Mr. Douglas: Not you. Relax. Ever have to fire anyone?
Mr. Geller: Eat your fish.
MR. TREEGER: Oh wow, I didn't get you anything. Here's five back.
Mr. Treeger: Then I made the mistake of turning off the TV, I never got it back again. And Im sad. (Exits.)
MR. GELLER: It is off.
Mr. Kaplan: Well, dont think I havent noticed your potential. Well, Ive got a project for you thats a lot more related to fashion. How does that sound?
ROSS: Hey, tell me again, what do I do when Mr. Roper calls?
MR. WINEBURG: It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear, in fact I hardly expected to see so much.
Mr. Tribbiani: Gotta go. I miss you too, I love you, but it's getting real late now
MR. GREENE: ...and the bansai's and the chiuaua...
MR. GREENE: I'm getting my cigarettes out of my jacket.
Mr. Waltham: Sorry old boy, sorry. Sorry. Sorry. (Them all walk away. As he leaves he mutters to Jack.) I could kill you with my thumb, you know.
MR. GREENE: ...and her yoga and her Bridges of Madison County...
[Scene: The Hospital, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are there, along with Aunt Lillian. Ross and Monica enter and everyone says hi and kisses.)
Rachel: (worried and shocked) Yeah, sure Mr. Zelner, for you anythingminute. Okay. Fine. (To Tag) Abort the plan, abort the plan. (She start to usher Tag out.)
Monica: Mr. Heckles, our friend lost a monkey. Have you seen it?
[Cut to later, Joey is returning from talking to Mr. Treeger.]
Rachels Boss: Now Mr. Kaplan Sr. likes his coffee strong, so your gonna use two bags instead of one, see. Now pay attention, cause this parts tricky, see some people use filters just once.
Rachel: Oh! Hey, Mr. Treeger.
Mr. Treeger:: Hey.
Mr. Treeger:: And tell him what?
Mr. Douglas: I see. I guess you never really know whats goin on inside a persons head.
Mr. Treeger:: Oh yeah, of course you dont!
Mr. Treeger:: What are you doing?
Mr. Treeger:: What?
[Scene: Mr. Treegers apartment, Joey is there to suck up.]
MR. GELLER: A woman in my office is a lesiban. I'm just saying.
Joey: (To Mr. Treeger) So you ah, ready for our last practice?
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah!
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, Ive got something you can do.
(Suddenly, Phoebes boss, Mrs. Potter, and a client, Mr. Simon, enters.)
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah.
Mr. Treeger:: Thank you, listen, thanks a lot Tribbiani, (checks watch). Oh my God, look at the time, I gotta catch the bus to the ball.
Ross: Mr. Morse I need to talk to you about your mid-term exam, Im afraid I-I had to fail you.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, you could dance real good with her, shes the same size as me.
Mr. Thompson: I think it was valued at 19,000
Mr. Treeger:: You have pets!
Mr. Treeger:: Ahhhh! Im sorry!
MONICA: Oh, gosh, this is so weird. I mean, his whole life was in this apartment, and now it's gone. You know, I think it would be nice if we just took a few moments, for Mr. Heckles. I mean, he was kind of a pain, he was, but, he was a person. You're all going to hell.
MR. GREENE: I'll never remember all of that. So uh, what's the deal? Rachel comes home, people pop out and yell stuff, is that it?
Mr. Heckles: I left a Belgian waffle out here, did you take it?
Mr. Treeger:: You want me to kick you guys out instead?
Receptionist: Welcome to the Chestnut Inn Mr. Bing, so where are you joining from?
Mr. Simon: Why wasnt I offered that? Id definitely pay more for that.
Phoebe: You know, now you're more like, you know like, "Mr. Caring Boss," "Mr.", you know, "I'm one of you, Boss," "Mr., I wanna be your buddy, Boss Man Bing!"
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah. Well maybe you have heard about the Rent Stabilization Act of 1968!
Mr. Geller: Well, he's doing terrible!
Mr. Heckles: Potassium.
CHANDLER: Why? Wh- wh- why is Mr. Douglas looking for me?
MR. GELLER: C'mon Rich, it's my birthday, let me live vicariously.
MR. GREENE: No no no, no no no, neat, as in no rocks.
MR. GREENE: I think I need a drink.
Mr. Waltham: Good morning.
JOEY: Thanks for coming Mrs. Greene. [grabs her and kisses her to distract her. She goes limp in his arms. Mr. Greene leaves.] Well, ok, you take care.
Mr. Douglas: Thats unbelievable.
Mr. Geller: So, how are you doing?
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. Treeger:: Can you be my dancing partner?
Mr. Treeger:: Hey Duck, is Chick here?
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.
Ross: Mr. Dickens gets to pick 'em.
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.
Mr. Heckles: I could be Chandlers new roommate.
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. Waltham: For you and Emily, tonight, Die Fledermaus.
[Scene: Garbage room: Mr. Treeger is unclogging the trash chute as Rachel enters.]
Ross: I just wanna clarify this: are you outing Mr. Peanut?
MR. GREENE: Alright, that sounds like a two person job. [they walk into Rachel's bedroom]
Mr. Treeger:: No, I ahh, had another idea.
Mr. Geller: I'm not gonna tell you what they spent on that wedding... but forty thousand dollars is a lot of money!
Mr. Treeger: Ohhh, man!!
Mr. Treeger: What in the name of hell?
Mr. Burgin: Yep, sucks!
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?"
Phoebe: No, no, Mr. Heckles no one is making any noise up here.
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!
Mr. Burgin: So We go eat.
MR. HECKLES: You're doing it again.
Mr. Geller: Let's show 'em.
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: Now I'm depressed! ...(To everyone) Even more than I was.
Mr. Treeger: (coming in from the bathroom) Whoa, hey, that ladys all kinds of naked.