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. GREENE: Oh, you kids [she caresses his face and chest] Well, this is the best party I've been to in years.
Phoebe: Good. (Phoebe and Mrs. Burkart go into the other room, leaving Monica with everyone staring at her.)
Rachel: So, come on, what was the big news Pete wanted to tell you Mon?! Or should I say Mrs. Monica Becker?
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. Bing: (To phone) Okay, thank you. (To Ross) It's the Italian Hand-Licker, isn't it.
MRS. GELLER: Thank you Richard, I appreciate the support.
Mrs. Geller: Oh, dear. Jack, how do I turn this off?
Mrs. Potter: Phoebe, we have rules here, this isnt that kind of place.
Mrs. Burgin: Oh, hi, darling!
MRS GREEN: I mean, this is no offense to your dad, sweetie, but I was thinking there might be more.
Mrs. Geller: Ahh, are you hadsome.
Monica: But it didnt. Say hello to Mrs. Chatracus.
Rachel: And I will make everyone call me Mrs. Geller!
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: Oh, well, I'm so glad you brought him here then.
Mrs. Geller: Jack, thats what they call the subway.
Mrs. Waltham: Where?
Mrs. Burgin: Maybe in L.A?
Mrs. Burgin: Hello. Well, Joshua, that $500 was for groceries.
Mrs. Waltham: Oh, am I on the radio?
Mrs. Geller: You too sweethart!
Mrs. Waltham: Hello, Waltham Interiors.
Mrs. Waltham: I know, its horrible isnt it?
Mrs. Waltham: Oh my God, Phoebe.
Mrs. Geller: I just hope...
Mrs. Waltham: (Throws her head back in disgust.) Why?!
Mrs. Waltham: Who is this?
Mrs. Waltham: Who?
Mrs. Waltham: (Looking evilly at her husband) Sorry, what?
Mrs. Waltham: Yes, Waltham interiors.
Mrs. Waltham: (Answering the phone.) Hello, Waltham Interiors.
(Mrs. Waltham hangs up on her.)
Mrs. Waltham: You can forget about Emily, shes not with us.
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. Waltham: (As she walks pass Ross, she pats his but.) Call me.
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: No, Richard Burke gave them a ride.
Mrs. Waltham: Lovely to meet you.
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: We just know she's got the IQ of a napkin.
Mrs. Geller: So Rachel, your mom tells me you changed your major again.
MRS. GELLER: A real doctor?
Mrs. Geller: Jack.
Mrs. Geller: I'll get it.
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: Theres nothing to discuss. Were not paying for your wine cellar.
MRS GREEN: That's fine. I never did it. I just thought I might. So, what's new in sex?
Mrs. Geller: (to Ross on the stairs) I have a wonderful idea. You should take Rachel to the prom.
[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.]
MRS GREEN: Oh, look, here's Barry. Did he have to come straight from the office?
Chandler: Wow! You look just like your son Mrs. Tribbiani!
MRS. GELLER: Dance with him.
PHOEBE: [Mrs. Adelman's voice] Butterscotch? No one? All right, you'll be sorry later.
Mrs. Geller: Well what is it? Come on sweetie, your like, freaking me out here.
Mrs. Geller: Mmmm!
(Cut to Mr. and Mrs. Geller.)
Mrs. Geller: (lying) Ive gotta call my friend Mary and tell her how good this is, from Monicas room.
Rachel: Okay. (Mrs. Green helps her up and they walk over and get some tea.)
MRS GREEN: Oh my god, there's an unattractive nude man playing the cello.
Mrs. Geller: Get a shot of Monica. Where's Monica.
MRS. WALLACE: Is she gonna be all right?
Mrs. Waltham: No, Im bored with you now. Im going to cut you off. (She hangs up.)
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
Mrs. Geller: Oh my God! There's a toe in my kitchen.
Mrs. Burkart: Dear?
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.
(Suddenly, Phoebes boss, Mrs. Potter, and a client, Mr. Simon, enters.)
Mrs. Green: Did I say garage? I meant garbage.
Ross: Well, hello, Mrs. Ross! (Throws some rice.)
Mrs. Bing: I am famished. What do I want... (Looks at Chandler's menu)