words in movies
Mrs. Tribbiani: I came to give you this (Gives him a bag of groceries) and this. (Whacks him round the ear)
Mrs. Tribbiani: Why did you have to fill your father's head with all that garbage about making things right? Things were fine the way they were! There's chicken in there, put it away. For God's sake, Joey, really. (She gives the sofabed a tiny push and it folds away)
Mrs. Tribbiani: Of course I knew! What did you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard some of his cover stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's," I mean, what is that? Please!
Mrs. Tribbiani: Do you remember how your father used to be? Always yelling, always yelling nothing made him happy, nothing made him happy, not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle, nothing. Now he's happy! I mean, it's nice, he has a hobby.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Me? I'm fine. Look, honey, in an ideal world, there'd be no her, and your father would look like Sting. And I'll tell you something else. Ever since that poodle-stuffer came along, he's been so ashamed of himself that he's been more attentive, he's been more loving... I mean, it's like every day's our anniversary.
Mrs. Tribbiani: Well don't be, because now everything's screwed up. I just want it the way it was.
Mrs. Tribbiani: I know you did, cookie. Oh, I know you did. So tell me. Did you see her?
Mrs. Tribbiani: That's sweet. Could I take her?
Mrs. Lynch: I know!
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.
Mrs. Potter: Mr. Simons been waiting for(sees Phoebe and Rick) Oh my God!
MRS. GREENE: Oh, scotch neat. Ya know, that's Rachel's father's drink.
MRS. GELLER: Almost time for cake.
[Scene: Monica and Chandler's, Mrs. Green is telling Ross what needs to be done to baby proof his apartment.]
MRS GREEN: I do. You didn't love Barry. And I've never seen you this happy. I look at you and I think, oh, this is what I want.
Mrs. Lynch: I notice that youve been trusted with a lot of rather important responsibilities.
Frank: Well um, I was in ah Mrs. Knights ah, I mean Alice, sorry, Alice, I always do that. I was in her ah, Home Ec class.
Mrs. Geller: I thought it was quite tasty.
MRS. GREENE: He always ridiculed my pottery classs...
Mrs. Lynch: Oh my goodness! You havent heard!
Mrs. Geller: (stopping him) Dont get up Jack! The safety pins are about to blow.
Mrs. Lynch: Joanna passed away last night.
Mrs. Bing: You are gonna be fine, believe me.
Rachel: Hello, Mrs. Chatracus.
Mrs. Geller: No-no-no, that was all true. This was just in case you pulled a Monica.
[Scene: The Geller household kitchen, Mrs. Geller is cooking and Rachel, post nose job, is helping her.]
[cut to the living room where Mrs. Burkart is now performing.]
[Scene: The Bing household, Mr. and Mrs. Bing and Young Chandler are eating Thanksgiving dinner as a housekeeper serves them.]
Mrs. Geller: (reaches out to fiddle with Monica's hair again, and realises) Those earrings look really lovely on you.
Mrs. Geller: Can we talk to you for just a yknow Its just a little thing. Well we think its absolutely marvelous that youre having this baby out of wedlock, some of our friends are less open-minded. Which is why weve told them all that youre married.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, well we cut the trip short.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, say no more!
Mrs. Bing: Oooh, c'mon, shut up, it's fun. Gimme a hug. (They both sit down) Well, I think we're ready for some tequila.
MRS. GREENE: Sweetheart, you obviously have a problem. You've chosen a boyfriend exactly like your father.
MRS. GELLER: Thank you Richard, I appreciate the support.
Mrs. Bing: (To phone) Okay, thank you. (To Ross) It's the Italian Hand-Licker, isn't it.
Mrs. Potter: Phoebe, we have rules here, this isnt that kind of place.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
MRS GREEN: I mean, this is no offense to your dad, sweetie, but I was thinking there might be more.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, hi, darling!
Mrs. Geller: Ahh, are you hadsome.
Mrs. Burgin: Maybe in L.A?
Rachel: And I will make everyone call me Mrs. Geller!
Monica: But it didnt. Say hello to Mrs. Chatracus.
Mrs. Geller: Monica! I think Rachel's here!
Mrs. Geller: Well, at least she had the chance to leave a man at the altar...
Monica: Wow. Then I would definitely not recommend Mrs. Doubtfire.
Mrs. Geller: I'm so glad you could come Chandler, we've got plenty of food so I hope you're hungry.
Mrs. Geller: Jack, thats what they call the subway.
Mrs. Waltham: Where?
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well, I'm so glad you brought him here then.
Mrs. Burgin: Hello. Well, Joshua, that $500 was for groceries.
Mrs. Waltham: I know, its horrible isnt it?
Mrs. Waltham: Oh, am I on the radio?
Mrs. Geller: I just hope...
Mrs. Geller: You too sweethart!
Mrs. Waltham: Hello, Waltham Interiors.
(Mrs. Waltham hangs up on her.)
Mrs. Waltham: (Throws her head back in disgust.) Why?!
Mrs. Waltham: Who is this?
Mrs. Waltham: Oh my God, Phoebe.
Mrs. Waltham: Who?
Mrs. Waltham: (Answering the phone.) Hello, Waltham Interiors.
Mrs. Waltham: Yes, Waltham interiors.
Mrs. Waltham: You can forget about Emily, shes not with us.
Mrs. Waltham: (Looking evilly at her husband) Sorry, what?
Mrs. Waltham: (As she walks pass Ross, she pats his but.) Call me.
Mrs. Waltham: Oh yes, there you are.
PHOEBE: I don't know. I mean, she obviously has some kind of unfinished business. [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Sit up!
MRS. GELLER: A real doctor?
Mrs. Waltham: Lovely to meet you.
MRS. GELLER: No, Richard Burke gave them a ride.
Mrs. Green: Oh, Im so happy Im gonna do this for my little girl. Aw, look at you. You have tears in your eyes.
Mrs. Geller: (holding two pies) Monica, why don't you finish off these pies? I don't have any more room left in the fridge.
Mrs. Geller: So Rachel, your mom tells me you changed your major again.
Mrs. Geller: Jack.
MRS. GELLER: We just know she's got the IQ of a napkin.
Mrs. Geller: Yes, yes Monica is thin. It's wonderful. But what we really want to hear about is Ross's new girlfriend.
[Scene: Nana's house, Ross, Mrs. Geller and Aunt Lillian are going through clothes.]
Mrs. Geller: I'll get it.
MRS. GELLER: Dance with him.
Mrs. Geller: (to Ross on the stairs) I have a wonderful idea. You should take Rachel to the prom.
Mrs. Geller: Theres nothing to discuss. Were not paying for your wine cellar.
Mrs. Geller: Well what is it? Come on sweetie, your like, freaking me out here.
[Scene: Rachels Room, Joey moves Rosss coat to get the tissues Rachel wants and the engagement ring box Mrs. Geller gave him falls out of the pocket it was inside. Joey goes to one knee, picks up the box, opens it, and sees that its an engagement ring.]
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Butterscotch? No one? All right, you'll be sorry later.
MRS GREEN: Oh, look, here's Barry. Did he have to come straight from the office?
(Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller.)
Chandler: Wow! You look just like your son Mrs. Tribbiani!
Mrs. Geller: Mmmm!
MRS GREEN: That's fine. I never did it. I just thought I might. So, what's new in sex?
Mrs. Burkart: Dear?
Rachel: Okay. (Mrs. Green helps her up and they walk over and get some tea.)
Mrs. Waltham: No, Im bored with you now. Im going to cut you off. (She hangs up.)
Mrs. Geller: Oh my God! There's a toe in my kitchen.
Mrs. Geller: (lying) Ive gotta call my friend Mary and tell her how good this is, from Monicas room.
MRS GREEN: Oh my god, there's an unattractive nude man playing the cello.
MRS. WALLACE: Is she gonna be all right?
Mrs. Geller: Get a shot of Monica. Where's Monica.
Rachel: Well of course we will help you decide! We will do anything we can to help you! Now, I would like to make a toast, to the future Mrs. Chandler Bing (A woman at the table behind them overhears Chandlers name and starts listening closer), my best friend, and truly one of the nicest people that
Monica: Go! I have it in my book. Go! (Rachel leaves and Monica calls Mrs. Green.) (To Phoebe) Wait a minute! If youre in charge of the invitations why am I the one who has to call herHello Mrs. Green! Hi, its Monica Geller.
Mrs. Lynch: Well, she was leaving work and she was hit by a cab.
Mrs. Green: Did I say garage? I meant garbage.
(Suddenly, Phoebes boss, Mrs. Potter, and a client, Mr. Simon, enters.)
Phoebe: Excuse me. Excuse me! (Mrs. Bukart stops singing) Thanks. Um, clearly this is a very, very hard time for you. Um, but, um, we provided a service, and we deserve to be paid because you ate that service, and, um, we are not leaving here until we're paid every penny. 'Cause you know what, lady? We're part time caterers, and we have no place else to go.
Mrs. Bing: I am famished. What do I want... (Looks at Chandler's menu)
Ross: Well, hello, Mrs. Ross! (Throws some rice.)
Mrs. Lynch: (starting to cry) No, Im sorry. I have to go. (She leaves as Sophie arrives.)