words in movies
MR. GELLER: Hi.
MR. GELLER: Some of your old stuff.
MR. GELLER: Gosh, we talked about that but your brother has so many science trophies and plaques and merit badges, well we didn't want to disturb them.
MR. GELLER: Well, I can't say any of us were surprised. Your parents have been unhappy ever since we've known them. Especially after that incident in Hawaii.
MR. GELLER: Uhh, naa, no no no, I, I must be thinking of someone else, uh, maybe me. Don't you have some folding to do? Go fold dear. Fold. You fold. [shuffles her into her room]
CHANDLER: Oh, yeah, easy for you to say, you don't have to walk around sporting some reject from the Mr. T collection. [Joey walks in behind Chandler]
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Geller are watching tennis on TV, Monica is sitting at the table]
MR. GELLER: You know, that Steffi Graf has quite a tush. I'm just saying, it's right there.
MR. GELLER: A woman in my office is a lesiban. I'm just saying.
MR. GELLER: Judy, Judy, relax, this is our little harmonica we're talking about. We taught her well. Ten percent of your paycheck, where does it go?
MR. GELLER: There you go. So she dips into her savings, that's what it's there for. She's gonna be fine, and if you need a little extra, you know where to find it. [pulls a quarter from behind her ear]
MR, GELLER: Wait, how do you zoom out? [zooms out and we see an extremely overweight Monica eating a big sandwich] There she is.
MR. GELLER: Everybody smile.
MR. GELLER: It is off.
MR. GELLER: It's the off light. Right Ross? [pans over to see Ross with an afro and moustache]
JOEY: Lookin' good Mr. Cotter.
MR. GELLER: Your mother's right. Take her, you can wear my tux.
MR. GELLER: Of course she would, you're a college man.
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
MR. GELLER: Atta boy. [Ross scrambles upstairs to change]
MR. GELLER: C'mon kid, let's go.
MR. GELLER: Let's show 'em.
MR. GELLER: [going downstairs] Rachel, ready or not, here comes your knight in shining. . . oh no. [Chip has shown up and the four are leaving]
MR. GELLER: Press the button.
MR. GELLER: The button, the button.
MR. GELLER: I may not know any of your flash dances but I'm no slouch on the dance floor.
MR. GELLER: Oh, Judy. Oh, Judy.
All: Hey! Hey, Mr. Trib!
Mr. Thompson: (approaching) Mr. Tribbiani.
Ross: (turning towards him) Yes Mr. Lewis, how can I help you?
Mr. Geller: Well, the garage flooded sweetie and it ruined everything in your boxes. Im sorry.
MNCA: So, Mr. Rastatter, what exactly does this job entail? The ad wasn't too clear.
MR. TREEGER: You never know.
MONICA: Mr. Heckles.
Mr.Heckles: I could have cats.
[Scene: Bloomingdales, Rachel is sitting at her desk as Mr. Waltham comes in.]
MR. BOYLE: He didn't have any.
Chandler: Oh well, not as lovely as you. I mean, I cant believe that you would have a thirty-year-old daughter! (To Mr. Geller) And you! I cant believe that you would have a tux thats thirty years old! (Puts his hand on Mr. Gellers shoulder.)
Mr. Geller: Well Im peeking. (He peeks.) Oh my God!
PHOEBE: Ok, it's very faint, but I can still sense him in the building. Go into the light, Mr. Heckles!
Mr. Tribbiani: Oh! ...Hello, dear. (She whips the curtain shut in horror)
Joey: 46. Wow! Who's well educated now, Mr. I-forgot-ten-states?
Ross: Oh God, thank you! (Runs and gives all of them a group hug.) Umm, uh, Mr. Stevens Id like you to meet my friends uh, this is Phoebe, Monica, and Chandler.
MR A: Phoebe?
MR A: You're saying, my wife is in you?
RACHEL: [answering the door] Mr. Treeger.
MR. TREEGER: Oh, yeah, they were so personal, really showed you cared.
MR. TREEGER: Uhh, you said there was a party.
Mr. Heckles: That's not my monkey. Just the dress is mine, you can send that back whenever.
MR. GELLER: I know. He's like a new man. It's like a scene from Cocoon.
Mr. Zelner: Yeah, its not like I dont have a sense of humor, huh? Hell, I even enjoy a naughty limerick now and then. But theres a time and a place, huh?! Unless you uh, have a limerick right now? (They both nod no.) No? Okay, well uh, youve (Grabs the chocolates.) got my fax number. (Exits.)
Mr. Geller: We started saving again when you were dating Richard and then that went to hell, so we redid the kitchen.
Mr. Zelner: Umm, no. Thanks, but Ill give these to Betty. (Rachel glances at Tag to say, "See?") So I read your evaluation of Tag, or to use his full name, Tag Sweetcheeks Jones. Is something going on with you two?
MONICA: Hello, Mr. Heckles.
MR A: Everything.
MR A: [to Joey] Worth a shot, huh?
ROSS: Oh, mine too. Isn't that neat, scotch neat. Would you excuse me? [walks out in the hallway, Mr. Greene is walking out of Chandler and Joey's apartment] Hey, hey, where you uh, sneakin off to mister?
MR. GELLER: Oh thank you.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's birthday party. Monica is in the bathroom and Richard comes in.]
Mr. Geller: Don't listen to your mother. You're independent, and you always have been! Even when you were a kid... and you were chubby, and you had no friends, you were just fine! And you would read alone in your room, and your puzzles...
[Scene: Mr. Ratstatter's office. Monica is there.]
Mr. Heckles: Yeah, it's my cat. Give me my cat.
MR. GELLER: C'mon, tell us.
MR A: Oh, wait, I remember, she also said she wanted to sleep with me one last time.
MR. GELLER: Am I supposed to stand here and listen to this on my birthday?
Mr. Geller: She went to pick up Aunt Liddy.
JOEY: And for Ross, Mr. Sweet-tooth.
Mr. Posner: Yes, thats very good. Now a uh, big part of this job is cultivating personal relationships, especially with designers.
Mr. Zelner: Ive asked Lee from human resources to be here as a witness to our conversation.
PHOEBE: Yes, hi, Mr. Adelman. Thanks for meeting me.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey! Hello, babe! Wh what're what're you doing here?
MR. TREEGER: [to Rachel who is standing under mistletoe] So, uh, is this, uh, mistletoe?
Gary Collins: (on TV.) It looks like we have surpassed last year's pledge total! Thank you viewers! The pledge that did it was taken by one of our volunteers (He walks over to where Joey is sitting.) Oh boy! And may I say one of our sharpest dressed volunteers, (Joey stands up.) Mr. Joseph Tribbiani!
MR. GREENE: Scotch.
Mr. Geller: They never did, so if ever see me giving them legal advice just nod along. Shall we?
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
MR. GREENE: Neat.
Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
MR. GREENE: Get my glasses too.
MR. GREENE: To get my coat.
MR. GREENE: You work and you work and you work on a boat...
JOEY: Hey. Mr. Douglas is looking for you.
MR. DOUGLAS: Rough numbers?
MR. BOYLE: All right, kids. Here's the deal. According to my client's will, he wants to leave all his earthly possessions to "the noisy girls in the apartment above mine".
MR A: Well, I don't know what to tell you dear. The only thing I can think of is that she always used to say that before she died, she wanted to see everything.
Chandler: All right fine, don't do anything, just sit here and talk to us, meanwhile she is talking to him about you. And he's being Mr. Joe Sensitive, and she starts thinking 'Maybe this is the guy for me, because he understands me.'
[Time lapse. The gang is sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner. Chandler is at the head of the table, Mr and Mrs Geller are to his right. Joey and Ross are to his left. Monica is serving things. Phoebe is in the living room and Rachel is at the sink.]
Monica: (entering with everyone else including Mr. Geller) Hi! Hey look whos here!
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
MR. WINEBURG: Rachel!
MR. WINEBURG: Stay well.
Mr. Geller: Maybe.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
ROSS: Ok. Here's his diaper bag, and his uh, Mr. Winky, and uh...oh, him. Hi!
MR. GREENE: Thank you. Is that one of my cigarettes?
Mr. Geller: I saw Richard.
Mr. Geller: You don't wanna know.
Mr. Geller: No.
ROSS: Yes. [pulls them off and hands them to Mr. Greene] I was just warming up the earpieces for you.
Mike: (puts on a fake smile) Where else would lame Mr. No Balls hide it? (he takes the ring from the cake, and cleans it with a napkin)
Mr. Geller: Look, there are people like Ross who need to shoot for the stars, with his museum, and his papers getting published. Other people are satisfied with staying where they are- I'm telling you, these are the people who never get cancer.
Mr. Geller: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
Chandler: Mr. D, hows it going, sir?
Mr. Geller: So you don't wanna go to Williamsburg?
Mr. Heckles: Well, Im going to go into my new apartment now. (goes over to the door and opens it) Ehh! (Eric leaves)
MR. GREENE: Are you wearing my glasses?
(In the apartment below, Mr.Heckles is trying to relax and read his newspaper, but Rachel is helplessly dangling upside-down with her ankle wrapped up in the Christmas lights.)
Mr. Geller: She may have died.
CHANDLER: Yeah, jus' second. Good-bye Mr. Heckles. We'll try to keep it down.
Mr. Heckles: I could play the oboe!
Student: Hey, Mr. Trib.
Rachel: (on the phone) Monica, Im quitting! I just helped an 81 year old woman put on a thong and she didnt even buy it! (Pause) Im telling you Im quitting! Thats it! Im talking to my boss right now! (Pause) Yes I am! (Pause) Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Yes I am! Okay bye, call me when you get this message. (Hangs up as her boss, Mr. Waltham, walks in.) Oh! Mr. Waltham, I ah really need to talk to you.
Mr. Tribbiani: Joe, your dad's in love big time. And the worst part of it is, it's with two different women.
Rachel: Oh thank you so much Mr. Kaplan, thank you so much.
Rachel: (jumping up from reading her magazine) Yeah, right away Mr. Kaplan.
Mr. Heckles: Mmm. Bob Buttons. Here, Bob Buttons.
Mr. Geller: Your mother just added him to her list.
Mr. Geller: Kids, I spoke to a doctor and picked up this pamphlets on how to get pregnant. (He slides them under the door.)
MR. DOUGLAS: Have the final numbers on my desk by Tuesday.
Mr. Heckles: Im Chandlers new roommate.
Monica: Mr. Bigot. He tells the most racist jokes.
Mr. Geller: Oh my God! This is so exciting! Well, get back in there! (Points to the closet) Ill guard the door!
Phoebe: Oh please! Just before when you were asleep in the lounge! That Armenian family was watching you instead of the TV. Oh, that reminds me. That Mr. Hasmeje still has my Gameboy.
Mr. Kaplan: Eh.
Mr. Kaplan: Come on over here, sweetheart. (they walk over to a storage closet)
Mr. Geller: Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.