words in movies
[Scene: Mr. Zelners Office, hes in a meeting as Joey bursts in.]
Mr. Zelner: May I help you?
[Scene: Mr. Zelners Office, Rachel is knocking on the door.]
Mr. Zelner: Please, come in. Have a seat. (She does so.)
Rachel: Okay look Mr. Zelner
Mr. Zelner: Oh I think its best that I speak first.
Mr. Zelner: Ive asked Lee from human resources to be here as a witness to our conversation.
Mr. Zelner: If I in any way implied that I wanted to buy your baby I am sorry. Okay? Last week when I asked you when your due date was uh, I certainly did not mean that I felt that I was due your baby. Yeah, I want to be very clear that I understand that its your baby, and it is not mine to purchase.
MR. GELLER: Oh, Judy. Oh, Judy.
Mr. Geller: I saw Richard.
Mr. Geller: Maybe.
Mr. Geller: You don't wanna know.
Mr. Geller: No.
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: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
Mr. Geller: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
Chandler: Mr. D, hows it going, sir?
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.
ROSS: Yes. [pulls them off and hands them to Mr. Greene] I was just warming up the earpieces for you.
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. Geller: She may have died.
(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. GREENE: Are you wearing my glasses?
Student: Hey, Mr. Trib.
Mr. Heckles: I could play the oboe!
CHANDLER: Yeah, jus' second. Good-bye Mr. Heckles. We'll try to keep it down.
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.
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.
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. Geller: Your mother just added him to her list.
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!
Mr. Kaplan: Eh.
Mr. Kaplan: Come on over here, sweetheart. (they walk over to a storage closet)
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. Geller: Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Mr. Geller: So, I think youre boxes are over here. (They walk over to them.)
Mr. Geller: We're looking into it.
Mr. Tribbiani: Of course, course one of 'em's Ma. What's the matter with you.
[Scene: Monica and Rachel's apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Geller are watching tennis on TV, Monica is sitting at the table]
Mr. Douglas: Not you. Relax. Ever have to fire anyone?
MR. WINEBURG: I tell ya a lot things!
Mr. Treeger: Then I made the mistake of turning off the TV, I never got it back again. And Im sad. (Exits.)
MR. TREEGER: Oh wow, I didn't get you anything. Here's five back.
Mr. Geller: Eat your fish.
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?
MR. GELLER: It is off.
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.)
MR. WINEBURG: It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear, in fact I hardly expected to see so much.
MR. GREENE: ...and the bansai's and the chiuaua...
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...
ROSS: Hey, tell me again, what do I do when Mr. Roper calls?
Mr. Tribbiani: Gotta go. I miss you too, I love you, but it's getting real late now
MR. GREENE: I'm getting my cigarettes out of my jacket.
[Scene: The Hospital, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are there, along with Aunt Lillian. Ross and Monica enter and everyone says hi and kisses.)
Monica: Mr. Heckles, our friend lost a monkey. Have you seen it?
Rachel: Oh! Hey, 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.
Mr. Treeger:: Oh yeah, of course you dont!
Mr. Treeger:: What are you doing?
Mr. Treeger:: And tell him what?
Mr. Treeger:: What?
Mr. Douglas: I see. I guess you never really know whats goin on inside a persons head.
[Cut to later, Joey is returning from talking to Mr. Treeger.]
Mr. Treeger:: Hey.
MR. GELLER: A woman in my office is a lesiban. I'm just saying.
[Scene: Mr. Treegers apartment, Joey is there to suck up.]
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.
Joey: (To Mr. Treeger) So you ah, ready for our last practice?
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.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah.
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
Ross: Mr. Morse I need to talk to you about your mid-term exam, Im afraid I-I had to fail you.
Mr. Treeger:: You want me to kick you guys out instead?
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. Treeger:: You have pets!
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. Treeger:: Ahhhh! Im sorry!
Receptionist: Welcome to the Chestnut Inn Mr. Bing, so where are you joining from?
Mr. Heckles: I left a Belgian waffle out here, did you take it?
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. Simon: Why wasnt I offered that? Id definitely pay more for that.
Mr. Heckles: Potassium.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah. Well maybe you have heard about the Rent Stabilization Act of 1968!
Mr. Geller: Well, he's doing terrible!
CHANDLER: Why? Wh- wh- why is Mr. Douglas looking for me?
MR. GREENE: I think I need a drink.
MR. GREENE: No no no, no no no, neat, as in no rocks.
MR. GELLER: C'mon Rich, it's my birthday, let me live vicariously.
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. Treeger:: Can you be my dancing partner?
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. Treeger:: Hey Duck, is Chick here?
Mr. Douglas: Thats unbelievable.
Ross: Mr. Dickens gets to pick 'em.
Mr. Geller: And you tell him no one takes advantage of the Gellers.
Mr. Geller: So, how are you doing?