words in movies
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: I'm not freaking out, I'm just saying, if somebody had come to me with the idea andndash;
Mr. Geller: No. Your mother really did the work. I was busy with the business. I wasn't around that much. Is that what this is about?
Mr. Geller: 'Cause there's time to make up for that. We can do stuff together. You always wanted to go to that Colonial Williamsburg. How 'bout we do that?
Mr. Geller: Oh, well, I, I guess it musta been the day after you were born. We were in the hospital room, your mother was asleep, and they brought you in and gave you to me. You were this ugly little red thing, and all of a sudden you grabbed my finger with your whole fist. And you squeezed it, so tight. And that's when I knew.
Mr. Geller: So you don't wanna go to Williamsburg?
Mr. Geller: Eat your fish.
Mr. Geller: They never did, so if ever see me giving them legal advice just nod along. Shall we?
Mr. Heckles: Saw Regis Philbin once...
Joey: No way! Mr.Salty is a sailor, all right, he's got to be, like, thetoughest snack there is.
MR. GREENE: Scotch.
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. GREENE: Neat.
MR. GREENE: Get my glasses too.
MR. GREENE: You work and you work and you work on a boat...
MR. GREENE: To get my coat.
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.
MR. DOUGLAS: Rough numbers?
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.'
JOEY: Hey. Mr. Douglas is looking for you.
Monica: (entering with everyone else including Mr. Geller) Hi! Hey look whos here!
[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.]
MR. GREENE: It's not a game Ross, a woman died on my table today.
MR. WINEBURG: Rachel!
RACHEL: Oh hi, Mr. Wineburg, hi Mrs. Wineburg.
MR. WINEBURG: Stay well.
Mr. Tribbiani: Hey, hey. Good to meet you, Roger.
MR. GREENE: Thank you. Is that one of my cigarettes?
ROSS: Ok. Here's his diaper bag, and his uh, Mr. Winky, and uh...oh, him. Hi!
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: Oh, I'm not falling for that one!
MR. GELLER: Well, c'mon. Don't ya want to find out?
Chandler: Mr. D, hows it going, sir?
(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: 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: She may have died.
Mr. Heckles: Well, Im going to go into my new apartment now. (goes over to the door and opens it) Ehh! (Eric leaves)
Student: Hey, Mr. Trib.
MR. GREENE: Are you wearing my glasses?
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. Heckles: I could play the oboe!
Mr. Geller: Kids, I spoke to a doctor and picked up this pamphlets on how to get pregnant. (He slides them under the door.)
Rachel: Oh thank you so much Mr. Kaplan, thank you so much.
Rachel: (jumping up from reading her magazine) Yeah, right away Mr. Kaplan.
CHANDLER: Yeah, jus' second. Good-bye Mr. Heckles. We'll try to keep it down.
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.
Mr. Heckles: Mmm. Bob Buttons. Here, Bob Buttons.
Mr. Geller: Your mother just added him to her list.
Mr. Geller: Oh my God! This is so exciting! Well, get back in there! (Points to the closet) Ill guard the door!
Mr. Geller: So, I think youre boxes are over here. (They walk over to them.)
Monica: Mr. Bigot. He tells the most racist jokes.
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. Kaplan: Eh.
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. Geller: Well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Mr. Geller: We're looking into it.
MR. WINEBURG: I tell ya a lot things!
MR. TREEGER: Oh wow, I didn't get you anything. Here's five back.
Mr. Zelner: May I help you?
Mr. Douglas: Not you. Relax. Ever have to fire anyone?
Mr. Treeger: Then I made the mistake of turning off the TV, I never got it back again. And Im sad. (Exits.)
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. GELLER: It is off.
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. 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. 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.
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. GREENE: ...and her yoga and her Bridges of Madison County...
Mr. Douglas: I see. I guess you never really know whats goin on inside a persons head.
Monica: Mr. Heckles, our friend lost a monkey. Have you seen it?
[Scene: The Hospital, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are there, along with Aunt Lillian. Ross and Monica enter and everyone says hi and kisses.)
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:: Oh yeah, of course you dont!
Mr. Treeger:: What are you doing?
Mr. Treeger:: And tell him what?
[Cut to later, Joey is returning from talking to Mr. Treeger.]
[Scene: Mr. Treegers apartment, Joey is there to suck up.]
Mr. Treeger:: What?
(Suddenly, Phoebes boss, Mrs. Potter, and a client, Mr. Simon, enters.)
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah!
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, Ive got something you can do.
MR. GELLER: A woman in my office is a lesiban. I'm just saying.
Mr. Thompson: I think it was valued at 19,000
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.
Mr. Treeger:: Yeah, you could dance real good with her, shes the same size as me.
Ross: Mr. Morse I need to talk to you about your mid-term exam, Im afraid I-I had to fail you.
Mr. Heckles: I left a Belgian waffle out here, did you take it?
Mr. Treeger:: Ahhhh! Im sorry!