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.
[Scene: Joey's apartment. Joey and Sandy are sitting at the kitchen counter. Joey is holding mr. Wigglemunch, and Sandy holds the Grumpus.]
Jill: Oh, Mr. Scientist has to get all technical!
Mr. Zelner: Come on in.
Mr. Waltham: Excuse me, Im standing right here!
Mr. Geller: Well, its time for a new family to start their memories here and hopefully their check will clear before they find the crack in the foundation and the asbestos in the ceiling.
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]
Mr. Oberblau: I'm just saying, I have a cabin in the Adirondacks if you ever want to get away from the city, well, that'd be (pause) just nifty!
Mr. Geller: Everyone thinks they know me. Everyone says 'Jack Geller, so predictable'. Maybe after I'm gone, they'll say 'Buried at sea! Huh!'.
MR. GELLER: When did I say that?
Mrs. Geller: (To Mr. Geller) This is worse than when he married the lesbian.
MR. GREENE: I have to be heading to my chateau, thank you.
Rachel: (chasing after him) Oh, wait! Sorry, Mr. Paul? Mr. Paul?
Ross: Of course, of course, Mr. Stevens.
Chandler: Theres a Mr. Bing!
Mr. Geller: I always thought that too. Tell me, what does your father do?
Paul: I usually prefer Elizabeths boyfriends to address me as Mr. Stevens.
Mr. Geller: No! Thank you! (Hugs Chandler) Monica, and Ross! I dont know what Im gonna do about the two of you!
Ross: Well we-we dont know for sure. But in my head it-it sounded something like this. (He makes a high pitched noise and Alan doesnt know what to make of it.) Of course, this is just conjecture. Okay, thats uh, thats all for today. (Everyone starts to get up.) Uh Mr. Morse, can I see you for a moment?
Mr. Waltham: You spend half your life in the bathroom, why dont you ever go out the bloody window!
(Rachels boss, Mr. Thompson walks up.)
Rachel: Ohh, its Joshua invited me to this fancy club opening tonight. But, I already told Mr. Waltham that I would take his niece to this dumb old opera. So What are you gonna do?
Mr. Geller: I love you sweetheart. (He kisses her and they sit down.)
Mr. Thompson: Nice to see you Rachel.
MR. GELLER: C'mon, it's my birthday.
Sarah: Really Mr. Geller, you dont have to do this.
Mr. Thompson: Good luck.
Mr. Thompson: Ohh, nice choice.
Rachel: Joey! Joey, good one! (Mr. Thompson starts to laugh.)
Mr. Thompson: Thats good. Very good! (Walks away.)
MR. GELLER: It's the off light. Right Ross? [pans over to see Ross with an afro and moustache]
Mr. Bowmont: Thats me.
Mr. Thompson: Congratulations on your new boat, Joey Tribbiani!!
Joey: Uhh, excuse me is there a Mr. Bowmont at this table?
Mr. Geller: (entering) Hi Rachel.
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think so dear.
Mr. Bowmont: I was actually relieved uh I didnt win the boat. My wife wouldve killed me.
Mr. Geller: We have it. Only now, we call it the beach house.
[Scene: The Geller household, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. The doorbell rings.]
Mr. Geller: What?! They wanted a scary story!
ROSS: Ohh, big smoker. [Packs the cigarettes and flings one on Mrs. Greene in the process. Finally gets one in his mouth and it look really out of place] Big big smoker. In fact I'm gonna go ou into the hallway and fire up this bad boy. [as he walks into the hall, he comes face to face with Mr. Greene]
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont, is tied up alongside the pier; Joey and Rachel are relaxing.]
Mr. Tribbiani: No, it's only been six years. I just wanted to put a nice memory in your head so you'd know that I wasn't always such a terrible guy. ...Joe. Y'ever been in love?
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
Monica: Excuse me Mr. Mexico.
(Mr. Thompson looks shocked and at Rachel, she suddenly starts laughing.)
Mr. Geller: It seemed like such a simple idea.
[Scene: Mr. Geller's party. Mr. Geller and a friend are questioning Richard while Ross observes.]
Chandler: He had sex with Mr. Girabaldi!
Mr. Treeger:: Okay ahh, well, just ahh, follow my lead. (Turns on some music)
Joshua: Yeah, that would be fantastic! My-my nephew is crazy about the Knicks! This is fantastic, thank you so much Rachel. (He takes the tickets and leaves as Mr. Waltham returns.)
Ross: Ooh, well. Ah, I kinda have got a lot on my plate right now, not that I wouldn't love a weekend in the country with a strange man. (Mr. Oberblau giggles)
Mr. Zelner: You wrote that you have a cute touchie?
Tag: (interrupting) Uh Mr. Zelner, Im the one who filled in that evaluation.
Joey: Who cares?! I-Ill make payments, whatever it takes, I want the Mr. Bowmont!!
Mr. Treeger:: No! Youre clogging up the chute that I spent a half-hour unclogging!
MR. GELLER: Your mother's right. Take her, you can wear my tux.
[Scene: The Mr. Bowmont (Joeys boat), shes shown to be in one of the waterways around New York, but in reality shes in a sound stage on the Warner Bros. lot and we see New York from the water in some rather poor green screen shots. Rachel and Joey are on board.]
(They start towards the door but are stopped when Mr. Zelner enters.)
Mr. Zelner: Uh actually, Id like to speak with both of you.
Mr. Zelner: Hello Rachel, you uh, got a minute?
Mr. Douglas: Its pretty ugly. We havent seen an ANUS this bad since the seventies.
Rachel: Someone? I brought people. Mr. Thompson, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, this is Mr. Thompson. (She introduces them.) Hes the head of my department.
MR. TREEGER: He musta been sweepin'. They found a broom in his hand.
MR. TREEGER: There she is. And over there, that's the other one. This is Mr. Buddy Boyle, Mr. Heckles' attorney. He'd like to talk to you.
Mr. Geller: So its just your mother then.
Mr. Geller: Im here!
Mr. Geller: Sure!
Mr. Bowmont: I dont think shed like that.
Mr. Geller: Great!
Mr. Geller: Really?
Mr. Geller: Crap.
Mr. Geller: Oh my God, does she really thinks that?
Mr. Geller: Its the key to my Porsche. Well, the key to your Porsche.
Mr. Geller: (overacting) Thats a good one! Do you hear that Ross? Three days!
Mr. Geller: Oh, yeah you loved that glove! You took it every place you went. You never went any place without that glove.
Mr. Geller: You dont secretly smoke do you?
[the guys form a wall between Mrs Geller and Mr Geller and dance across the hall as he walks across]
MR. GELLER: I tell you, I've never seen him this happy.
(Joey walks away and Mr. and Mrs. Geller walk up. Mr. Geller is wearing this ancient velvet tuxedo.)
Mr. Treeger:: Look come on, eh, just ah, just ah, put your arms around me, eh.
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Bing! (Walks away.)
Mr. Geller: Oh look, look theres your old makeup kit!
Mr. Geller: Im afraid so.
Monica: (on phone) Awww, y'know what your nickname is, Mr. Big
Monica: Whos Mr. Girabaldi?
MR. GELLER: You're the twinkie?
Mr. Kaplan: (entering) Hows that coffee comin, dear?
Mr. Franklin: But we really do need to find someone up here. The work is starting to pile up. Ive got a stack of documents on my desk this high. (Holds his hand at shoulder level.)
Mr. Geller: (grabbing a glove) This couldve been hers!
Rachel: Oh. (they knock at the next door, Mr. Heckles answers) Hi. We just found this cat and we're looking for the owner.
Mr. Kaplan: Im not supposed to drink coffee, it makes me gassy.
Mr. Bing: (entering) Hello all!
Monica: Hi Mr. Bing.
(Mr. and Mrs. Geller start to walk away.)
Mr. Geller: What?! Ive never seen one before!
[Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller talking to Ross.]
Chandler: Thats Mr. Girabaldi playing the piano.
Mr. Geller: Doctor Ross Geller.
(Mr. Geller turns the corner.)
Mr. Geller: Im sorry we cant store your childhood things anymore.