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. Bing: Really stupid. And I don't even know how it happened. I'm sorry, honey, I promise it will never happen again. Are we okay now?
[Monica jumps in the shower. Right after Mrs. Geller enters the bathroom, Mr. Geller peeks his head in.]
Joey: (on phone) Well, so anyway Beth, what Im saying is I shouldve considered your feelings before I went home with you that night. Ive ah, Ive recently learned whats it like to be on your side of it, and Im sorry. So, do you think you can forgive me? (listens) Great. Thanks. Okay, bye. (He sits down and crosses out something, and dials the phone again.) Hello, Jennifer? (listens) Oh hi, Mrs. Loreo, is Jennifer there? (listens) Oh, shes not home huh? (listens) Well ah, actually I kinda need to talk to you too.
Mrs. Geller: How could it be so much? The receptions at their house.
Mrs. Geller: Hello everybody!
Mrs. Bing: Oh, please, honey, listen, if I can do it, anybody can. You just start with half a dozen European cities, throw in thirty euphemisms for male genitalia, and bam! You have got yourself a book.
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Yes. (They look at Chandler angrily.)
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: What?!
Mrs. Geller: It was you?
MRS GREEN: So, what do you think of my daughter in the apron with the big job?
Mrs. Geller: This is your grandmothers engagement ring, I want you to give it to Rachel.
Mrs. Geller: Ross, drugs? Divorced? Again?
Mrs. Bing: (Reentering) O-kay. Look, it, it was stupid.
Mrs. Geller: Nothing! It's an expression.
Chandler: So, has anyone talked to Dr. and Mrs. Geller yet?
Mrs. Geller: Oh, thank you Chandler! I just bought it.
PHOEBE: Yeah, um, she was 82 years old. Her name was um, Mrs. Adelman.
Mrs. Geller: (pointing to herself and Jack) Well we left ours in Monicas bedroom.
Phoebe: Well, yeah! But I'm not gonna take anymore crap. Okay? No more Mrs. Nice Bucket!
Mrs. Geller: I actually needed to talk to you before the birth.
MRS GREEN: You didn't marry your Barry. I did.
Mrs. Geller: We really do feel bad about this though.
Mrs. Geller: Stupid Jack, the word is stupid.
[the guys form a wall between Mrs Geller and Mr Geller and dance across the hall as he walks across]
[Scene: The Geller household, Mr. and Mrs. Geller are getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. The doorbell rings.]
MRS. GREENE: ...I may have only been in therapy for three weeks now dear but...
Joey: Ah, Im-Im walking down the aisle...Still walking. (Mrs. Waltham takes her place.) Im about to pass the bridesmaid I hooked up with last night. (Looking at the bridesmaid.) Hey! (Talking to Phoebe.) I told her "Hey." And now Im at the front with Ross. Its Phoebe. (He shows Ross the phone.) He looks pretty mad. Uh...Id better go.
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]
Mrs. Geller: She's upstairs. Monica! Come down! Everyone's here! Ross, Rachel, and the boy who hates Thanksgiving.
Emily: I wish I could know if youd heard any of that. I suppose Ive either just told you I love you or given my neighbours a good laugh. Mrs. Newman if youre listening, bugger off this in none of your business. I suppose theres not much chance you did heard that, and theres the call waiting so, I should go. Oh well. (Answers the call waiting.) Hello.
Mrs. Geller: Speech! Come on Monica!
(Joey walks away and Mr. and Mrs. Geller walk up. Mr. Geller is wearing this ancient velvet tuxedo.)
Mrs. Geller: (whispers to Jack a little loudly) I think hes stoned again.
Mrs. Geller: (To Chandler) Youve done a wonderful job with this party Chandler. Everything looks so lovely.
MRS. GELLER: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
Mrs. Green: I know, my daughters told me about it when they received their impromptu invitations a month ago.
Rachel: (gasps) Its still there! (The cheesecake they returned to Mrs. Braverman is still lying in front of her door.)
MRS. GREENE: I think I saw Rachel out in the hall.
Phoebe: Yeah, youre right. Hows the Mrs.?
[Scene: Rachels office, she is coming in for the day carrying a picture for her new office. Mrs. Lynch is coming out of Joannas office, carrying a box.]
Mrs. Bing: Chandler!
Chandler: Mr. and Mrs. Bing! (Walks away.)
Chandler: Mrs. Braverman must be out. (They move closer to it.)
Mrs. Geller: Jack!
Mrs. Bing: Charles.
[Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller talking to Ross.]
Mrs. Geller: Yeah, the list thatof people were allowed to sleep
Mrs. Bing: Oh look at you! So handsome!
Monica: Mrs. Bing? Here, these are my parents umm, Judy and Jack Geller.
(Mr. and Mrs. Geller start to walk away.)
Mrs. Geller: You could kick anyones ass you want too.
Mrs. Bing: Honey, it isnt good luck.
Mrs. Bing: Well, its a funny story.
Mrs. Green: Plus, what are you planning on doing with the baby while youre trotting out to the garbage ten times a day?
Frank: (entering with his fianc�e Alice, who is obviously much, much older than he is) Hey! Hey! This is ah, my fianc�e, Mrs. Knight. (he points out Phoebe to her)
Mrs. Geller: (shaking her hand) Its lovely to meet you.
MRS. GELLER: Ahh, are you hadsome.
Mrs. Waltham: Well, if youre on e of Rosss best friends, why arent you here?
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: She didnt pass.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Are you close with her?
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Its not looking good.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: My mothers still alive.
Mrs. Geller: (To Monica) And you knew about this?!
MRS GREEN: If you didn't pour the coffee, no one would have anything to drink.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Thats so sweet. (Takes the flowers.) Would you like to come in and say good-bye? Im sure it would mean a lot to her.
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: No, shes hanging in there.
Mrs. Geller: Jack?
Mrs. Bing: As I recall when we got married, I saw the groom in the wedding dress.
Monica: Well you-you did start that rumor about Ross making out with Mrs. Altman, our 50-year-old librarian.
Bandleader: Thank you very much! Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Chandler Bing!
Monica: Just a minute! (To Chandler) Thats Mrs. Tribbiani!
MRS. WINEBURG: Well it's wonderful to have you up and about, again, dear.
Mr. and Mrs. Geller: Hi
Ross: Actually, it kinda is. My wife won't return my calls. I don't know where my wife is. (Laughs) "Hey Ross, where's the Mrs.?" Don't know!
Mrs. Verhoeven's Daughter: Yes?
Mrs. Geller: Thanks for going along with this.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, well Richard raved about the food at his party, of course you were sleeping with him. Then I heard the food at that lesbian wedding was very nice, I assume you werent sleeping with anybody there. Though, at least that would be something. (Leaves)
Mrs. Geller: Rachel's coming up the path. Doesn't she look pretty. Jack... (Rachel enters with a huge nose)
Mrs. Green: Such a sweet woman.
Mrs. Geller: Ross, why dont you give us your toast now?
Mrs. Geller: (crying) Oh Ross
Mrs. Green: Oh, hello Monica.
Mrs. Green: Well all right. Ill see you at four.
[Cut to Rachel and Mrs. Green.]
Mrs. Green: Oh Rachel!
Mrs. Green: Oh youre gonna do that ten times a day?
Mrs. Green: Oh look.
(Mrs. Green goes into the kitchen and Rachel follows her.)
Mrs. Green: No dear, thats what babies do.
Mrs. Green: Of course I am!
Mrs. Green: No. Sweetie, youre gonna be fine. (Starts to get up.)
Mrs. Green: Youre gonna be a great father.
Mrs. Green: With another woman. Have you no control Ross?
Mrs. Green: Well Rachel needs help with the baby.
Cashier: Do you uh, want these things delivered Mr. and Mrs. Geller?
Mrs. Geller: Oh hi dear!
Mrs. Geller: (Looking around at the chapel.) Oh my God! Its like a fairyland.
Mrs. Green: Im going to the bathroom.
Mrs. Geller: (entering) Am I interrupting?
(Mrs. Geller leaves as Ross re-enters the room.)